Carly's People

About the Book

When we are dysfunctional, codependent, addictive personalities, we usually don’t make good choices. And choices are what make up the better part of the life experience. Think about it. You start making choices sometime between being a blinking newborn to a cute two-monther, the joy (or not, as the case may be) of your parents’ household. By then, you choose to consider yourself in whatever feeble terms you do; but you are beginning to feel the things you touch, to see things on which your eyes blearily focus, which is why you become interested in working their lids. For example, when you’ve accidentally touched something that gives you warmth with those wildly out of control little hands, like your mother’s breast as you suckle from it, you choose to do it again because this is nurturing, this is good. It warms and enriches you.

We reincarnationists have the particular belief that we make a choice to take on the circumstances the little seed in the womb is going to face when it gets to be a real baby, then an actual child and ultimately a grown-up person (maturity and wisdom not guaranteed). Some of us call it a ‘commitment,’ some call it ‘kismet’ and some call it an ‘order from the Lords of Karma.’ I’ll stick with ‘commitment;’ the word lends itself to a more voluntary definition and seems a little less fatalistic and presumptuous than the other two, but that’s only a personal preference.

It´s true that everyone is unique, but it´s also true that even in our unique expressions we pursue a more general truth, that which is accepted within the social community of our residence. We want to belong; we seek approval.

When we meet Carly Worthington, we recognize her duality within a very short time, and soon thereafter, discover some of her dysfunctional behaviors. She is a secret manipulator. Feeling herself a victim of a careless mother and an absent father in a childhood rife with abandonment, she has learned to manipulate through submission. She demands through giving in, the only way she knows to control her life and the people placed next to her in it. She lives every day in fear of something, waiting for the bad to come crashing down on her. And it consistently obliges. She has the power to reason, as we all do, but she reasons that when the crashing happens, it´s her fault for wanting things in the first place. She is not good enough to want things. One has to be worth something to have the authority to desire love and other nurturing.

No matter how corroded the thinking becomes in the life, if there is a spark, there is the opportunity to break out of the debilitating niche. People tend to do that. They are a surviving bunch. Carly may do that, she may not. The odds that she will, at the point we find her are very much against that, but after all, life is about changing the odds through making better choices.

Carly´s story is only hers, of course; and she´s exaggerated herself to accommodate the medium in which we´re telling it. But it has common human elements that ascend at times to incredible spiritual greatness encouraging each of us to recognize that same quality in ourselves. Each time we achieve this synchronicity, we find we can hang on to that warmth and glow of it a millisecond longer than the time before. We find it easier to struggle through and forgive a self-disdain born out of circumstances and corrupted choices and move a wiggle up in the heirarchal order of things.

About the Author

Ann Hildreth has been quietly active in the pursuit of metaphysical knowledge for over 30 years; that having been a prevailing wind in an ordinary sail across a life of children and career in the 'real' world. She brings to her writing a conviction that the uncommon paranormal experience belongs to everyone making the choice to seek it. No extraordinary psychic powers are required to do the experience, no homage tolls to be paid, just openness to independent thought, trust of self and there you pretty much have it. Carly’s People is Ann’s first book, but not the last. Carly isn't done yet.