Walk-ins are more than just a type of closet

The idea of walk-ins is one of those threads that, once tugged, starts unraveling the whole damn tapestry of identity, incarnation, and the Earth game. I first heard the term through Dick Sutphen’s early metaphysical lectures—somewhere between hypnotic regression and galactic anthropology—and it stuck. Not because it was another New Age buzzword (though it would later be turned into one), but because it resonated. Hard. Especially after a string of dreams where a woman—clearly not just a dream figure—told me flat out she’d find me again after she walked in.

That kind of specificity doesn’t come from the subconscious idling in REM sleep. That’s contact. That’s a plan.

And this isn’t theory for me. I’ve seen it.

There were at least two people I knew who exhibited the traits of a walk-in. Both were young women I’d known when they were working as models. One of them was wild—drugs, parties, chaos everywhere. Then one day she pretty much vanished. It was easier to do back then—pre-cell phone, pre-social media. You moved, didn’t give out a new number, and you were gone.

Months later, I ran into her in a grocery store. She vaguely remembered me—but the bigger shock was that her energy signature was different. Her voice was the same. Her face hadn’t changed. But the presence inside wasn’t the same one I used to know. That was a new pilot. Clean field. Focused eyes. A little distant, like someone still calibrating a new interface. The spirit was different. It wasn’t some makeover or sobriety glow-up. It was a walk-in.

The second case was even more eerie. A long-term friend. She dropped off the map too—harder to do, but she managed it. Then, years later, I saw a new photo of her pop up on Facebook. Just one look confirmed what my field-scanning already told me: the original occupant was gone. Same face. Different vector. The eyes had that slightly vacant shimmer that shows up when there’s a new consciousness learning how to animate the form. She wasn’t “herself” anymore, because that self had exited.

These are not possession cases. Not overlays. Not mental breakdowns. These are soul transfers—some pre-agreed, some emergent.