Walk-Ins: Soul Exchangeby Karyn K. Mitchell
Prior to encountering Dr Mitchell's book, I was a 'Doubting Thomas' but having voraciously read it five times in as many months, I am now convinced of its powerfully liberating truth. As a further validation, I have actually experienced the phenomenon. Just after Christmas, 2006, while I was watching a re-run of 'Uncle Buck', I felt John Candy enter my core as a 'walk-in' (more of a wobble-in, really). He then grabbed the remote and asked for some popcorn. In the three months since taking up 'inner residence', he's eaten me out of house and home, used my credit card to purchase several 'marital aids' for my pastor's wife and run up a huge long-distance phone bill talking to John Belushi. I've given up trying to get the rent he still owes from February. In view of this distressing new dimension to my psychic perception, I'm seriously considering applying for a 'soul exchange'. I think Mahatma Gandhi would be a far more convivial, and much less demanding, entity of enlightenment.

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