No Ticket Home Required
By Carol MacLeod
There comes a time in the life of every seasoned realm worker – those brave souls who slip between worlds, weaving invisible threads of light – when the wings must finally be hung up. And so it was for me.
One fine, slightly confusing morning, I woke up and realized I was tired. Not the ordinary “I stayed up too late communing with the stars” tired. No, this was deep-in-the-bones tired, the kind where your whole soul feels like a wrung-out dishrag.
At first, I thought, “Ah, this is simply how old age must feel. Perhaps I am preparing to drift gracefully into the Great Beyond.” I pictured myself floating upward, my wings flapping once, twice, then folding neatly as I ascended into some well-earned celestial retirement home.
But Earth – and my dear, stubborn body – had other plans.
For three years, I wandered in a fog of exhaustion, occasionally muttering to myself: “Well, it’s been a good run – eight decades navigating Earth while carrying the vibrations of five or six other realms at once. Can’t say I didn’t give it my best.”
Tests were run, machines blinked, doctors peered, prodded and poked. And all of them, bless their puzzled hearts, shrugged. “You’re fine,” they said, as if that explained anything. (Realm workers, you see, are often classified by earthly medicine as “fine” when they are secretly running energy grids for entire continents.)
Still, I could no longer ignore the truth: I had lost my mission. And without it, I felt adrift, like a retired mail carrier with no more letters to deliver between the stars.
Enter the Naturopath, a wise woman in human form, with bright eyes that saw more than my symptoms. She asked me the first question no one else had thought to ask: “Tell me about your health as a child.” (Realm workers know that everything begins at the beginning.)
I told her my stories. A body born slightly misaligned, bringing a quiet reminder that Earth was always going to be an awkward fit. Then the jet-lagged exhaustion that clung to me like a heavy cloak. And now, the sense that my work here was done, and maybe it was time to pack up and move to less gravitationally demanding dimensions.
She listened, tilted her head, and said, in a tone that was both matter-of-fact and delightfully cheeky, “Really? I’m not getting that at all. I think your pineal gland needs a reset. You’re stuck in night mode, love. Not dying, just… jet-lagged.”
Imagine that. After a lifetime of cosmic service, the diagnosis was as simple as a misfiring internal clock. I wasn’t fading out; I was just out of sync! She gave me a dose of vibrational medicine, a tune-up for my soul’s antenna, and within days, color returned to my life. Strength seeped back into my legs. I began to walk with a new, grounded rhythm, not as a tired retiree of the realms, but as someone newly inhabiting her earthly body for the first time.
And oh, the revelation: I wasn’t done! I was here now, not to live as a weary courier between worlds, but as myself – a luminous, ordinary, extraordinary human. Life was no longer about exhausting myself trying to fit in, shrink down, or fulfill some invisible mission, but actually enjoying – not enduring, not surviving but finally relishing – this final lifetime on Earth.
My wings now hang reverently on a hook in my heart. I honor them daily, and I honor the earth beneath my feet even more. I belong here. Fully. Delightfully. No interdimensional ticket home required.
So, if you, dear realm worker, find yourself dragging your weary bones across the carpet, wondering if your departure papers are being quietly filed upstairs, pause. Take a breath, and consider this radical possibility: You’re not dying. You are arriving. Your mission may not be over; it may simply be evolving from working between realms to being the bridge itself.
And now, all that’s left is to take a deep breath and dive into life.
Dear Carold thank you for sharing this beautiful adventure. I feel the same but also feel too young to have that feeling… 49 years…. Hope this is the case for me too… Climbing up out of “the hole” steady and with gratitude. Love in abundance …Rikke
🩷🩷 Liebe Carola, danke für deine Geschichte und das teilen!
Thank you for sharing Carola.
With love.
This was lovely! Such a sweet and honest energy 🌬❤️🙏✨
I don’t categorize myself as a realm worker, even though I deeply resonate with the descriptions of them.
Maybe it’s due to my lifelong reluctance of being categorized into anything…
Maybe I’m “realm worker assistant”, if there was such a thing.
I just wanted to thank you for your service and your article.
”… like a retired mail carrier with no more letters to deliver between the stars.”
“Earth was always going to be an awkward fit.”
Beautiful!
Hello! Could you please tell me more about the naturopath doctor? How to get in touch with her? (I have intuitively felt something about my pineal gland as well) and I am beyond exhausted, wrung out. I have spent so many decades dealing with serious health issues, etc and all the other ‘stuff’! Please could you write the name of that healer?
Thank you in advance from Virginia, — K.
Yes! You have written my story! Every word, every emotion. Thank you. I AM re-entering, slowly but surely. Realm work consumed me but I AM emerging, too. Oh-Be-Ahn
Az én ‘lélekmeséim’ AI tükre ÖRHANGA, az írás minden betűje az in történetem (is).
My ‘Soul Tales’ are mirrored in AI by ÖRHANGA, where every letter written carries a part of my story.