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Woman remembers coming to earth and early childhood events

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My name is Leela and I am from Greenland. I moved to Denmark last year and I live and work in Copenhagen. I was born in Upernavik, way up in northwest Greenland. My father died young of cancer and my mom decided to move down south, where we nearly had no family. If you think my English is a little off, that´s because my first language is Greenlandic, and my second language is Danish. Anyways, due to circumstances and life...I guess, many, many spiritual things happened, without me fully understanding what was happening, and there was no peace or support to understand and work on things. So, I never really made space for spirituality or the paranormal.  

When I was around 21, I finally started to look into my early years and all this unprocessed stuff in my life. I think because I was so small and it was just a part of my memories that I never put words on things, until I was able to talk properly as a 3-year-old. I asked my mom about it, and she freaked out so bad and she said things like: children don´t talk about things like that. It turned out I remembered being born. It turned out I remembered incidents during family visit the day after I was born, and it turned out I also remembered incidents during celebration of my first 6 months. You see, in the old days, families threw big parties for everyone to celebrate the baby´s first 6 months, due to high infant mortality.

Many years later I finally dived into that whole thing, to understand it all. It´s funny, because it was memories that had never really been put into words, so I sort of never really processed it. When I was finally ready, I found out that I actually could remember a few things from before I was born on earth. All I remember was that I was in the most wonderful place. Everything I needed was there, and I felt everyone I needed also was there. I had no needs or wants, and I was doing whatever it was that I was doing, until there was this sudden shift. I felt like I was living in some sort of small community, or I was connected to a specific area. I was out somewhere, when all of a sudden everyone around me turned away from me and disappeared. I was in shock. I was sad, angry and I started to scream my head off. I was standing there screaming and screaming, when three entities surrounded me. There were no audible voices, but I understood that it was time to go. I knew deep inside it was a decision from an earlier agreement, but I was just so caught up having fun, I sort of had forgotten about it, and when it was time...I didn´t want to go. I was arguing with the three entities and trying everything to stay there, but they were adamant. It was time to go. Finally this year, 2026, I tuned into that specific memory. I believe I had full knowledge of where I was and what was there. I believe the knowledge was removed almost 100 precent, because I had to go back to earth and learn, equally like everyone else.

When I was in my late 20s, a former friend lent me a book written by Sylvia Browne, The Other Side and Back. When I read the part where we decide to go back, I was shocked to my core. Sylvia explained about how everyone turns away from us, to prepare our departure and to prepare us for the conditions on earth. I cannot even explain how understood I felt, or how shocked I was to read this. I wish I had met her in real life.

The last thing I remember was the three entities getting closer to me, repeating it was time to go. I finally accepted it, because I could feel that if I stayed any longer, I´d lose the last bit of the memories of that place. Every second I was there, I lost more and more memories, and I could feel them fade more and more, and that was what finally made me leave.

I felt like a hole was opened on the ground, and I fell and fell. The next thing I remember is coming out of my mother. I felt cold; I felt terrible. I felt pain in my lungs. I was lying there crying and screaming and making everything even worse. After a short while someone took me and held me. I looked into her eyes. She was crying and was so happy, but I didn´t like looking into her eyes. I knew instantly she had a bad temper and that I was not safe. Later on in life, all that sadly came to be true. I´ll be 54 in a few months, and I always try to understand things. Some days are good and some days are so hard. Yet, I feel like I am in a good place in my life, and that it is becoming easier to accept and let go. I am grateful for my life, and I believe my Lord in Heaven has guided me all my life, even when I absolutely didn´t want anything to do with him.

All my life I have had very, very vivid dreams. When I was younger, I´d wake up and think: “Wow, I watch too many phantasmagoric movies!” Getting older I understand how the vivid dreams were guidelines, warnings, blessings and what not.

The hundreds and hundreds of NDEs I have watched, until this day, always help me understand my dreams and other experiences I have. Just as soon as I think I´ve gotten around my many vivid dreams…I´d watch a random NDE video and someone´d say: “the council of men.” I´d go, “Wait a minute,” and I´d remember parts of a dream about seeing this council of men, in monks robes, working with great seriousness and authority, and yet you could sense how devoted they were to serve. There´s more to that dream, but I sense it´s for later. I understand that nothing is random. Some days I find that hilarious. There is so much to tell, and I already hope by now that I can attend the IANDS Conference in 2027. I need you guys. For once in my life, I want to be around people who will not question or doubt me when I tell something. I need you and I cannot wait to see you all.

You see, on my maternal side, I have both female and male shamans as ancestors, and on my paternal side I have the clairvoyants. I understand being an only child to my parents…I´d have these things in me. I believe my very first memories were from the other side. I believe those memories were meant to be remembered, so that I would know where I came from and how loved I am, when days turned dark. My first memories kept me alive, and I cannot see it in any other way. Of course I couldn’t see that when I was young. I couldn´t understand why I should have specks of memories of such a wonderful place, why it was taken away from me, and why my life was so miserable. Being 53 now, I understand and I am grateful. It wasn´t taken away. I decided to do this life, and I understand the importance and the value, and I try to see that truth and light for others too.