Chapter 9: Not of This World

I was around nine years old when it happened. I didn’t even make it to bed or inside the house. I was standing on the dirt patch in front of our home, staring at the stars, when my heart, soul, and entire being reacted all at once.

I felt this overwhelming homesickness — and disturbingly, it was like something was missing from my chest. Literally. My mind kept saying, I want to go home. And my heart was screaming it, begging. The feeling was so powerful. It took me several minutes to compose myself, and even after I calmed down, there was a sense of urgency I couldn’t shake. That feeling never left me.

Later, when I went to my room, I got on my knees and prayed to God: Please give me one person — just one person — to love me. I wanted a soul connection. I didn’t necessarily ask for children, but I wasn’t against it either. I just asked for enough to live a normal life, without financial struggle. But what I truly longed for was love — a spiritual connection. Back then, I only knew the word “soulmate.” I had no idea what a twin flame was. I’ll talk about that later.

I still don’t know if the home I was missing up in the stars was a physical place, a dimension, or something energetic — but there was something about it that awakened me. Not just to my spiritual nature, but to my purpose on Earth… whatever that may be.

Now I understand that this is why I was born into the family I was in. I needed to see what I didn’t want, so I could search for what I truly did. That moment was the spark — the ignition of my search.