It would not be  entirely   true to say I have never felt like I belong here. I always knew I was supposed to be here on Earth, incarnated. I always had a strong sense of my "mission" or "purpose", although I couldn't always put it into words. When I say "always", I mean it  –  always. Ever since I was little and dreamt my first dream. It  would  be accurate to say that I always felt like I belonged to a higher being  –  call it Great Spirit, or God, or whatever. I never had an actual name for "it". I always knew my true home was not here, and I would return to home  –  wherever it was  –  one day. I always knew I never "belonged" to my mother  –  she was a valuable guide and nurturer, but not "home"  –  and I never really felt like I had a father because I always remembered meeting the man who became my father  –  a lovely man, but distant. A bit "stiff upper lip". Very quiet. Hard to talk to. My mother and I ha