My soul's name is Marcus. My name this lifetime is Greg. Reading you piece reminded me of this paragraph that I wrote a few weeks ago:
"Still reeling from Lindsey’s death, my life often felt chaotic. Yet when I believed Marcus to be in control, I felt calm and philosophical. I literally felt like Marcus and Greg were entirely separate entities sharing this vessel. My guides had said to me that in order to move forward, in order to integrate, I had to become comfortable giving up control. In hindsight, I think they just meant to stop acting like I knew best. However, at the time, I thought I had to allow my identity, my ego, to fade into the background and let Marcus take over."