Here's my answer.
Sorry to bust your chops, but I know these discussions all too well from when I lived in Sedona and was part of the huge New Age community there. But even then, the talk would get on my nerves.
In my not-so-humble opinion, tracing back your “heritage” to angels, elementals, or aliens is just a bunch of New Age woo-woo designed to make you feel special.
Once you “find out” via past-life regression or a psychic or channeler who engages in that kind of BS (and yes, if you pay people like that, they will happily tell you anything you want to hear), then you can loudly proclaim that you, Joanne Sixpack, are actually the love child of Lord Jesus Sananda from the 3rd planet from the left and leader of the Galactic Federation, and the Archangel Myriel, his celestial soulmate.
In my time in Sedona, I met at least five women who were Joan of Arc in a past life. Amazingly, no one ever came out of a regression or psychic reading saying they were a lowly peasant woman who didn’t do anything remarkable in her life. Gee, I wonder why.
Don’t get me wrong: I do believe in reincarnation, and not all psychics are frauds. I even worked as a professional Tarot reader for a while back in the day.
But I also know that there are tons of charlatans and frauds out there who are preying on gullible New Age disciples who are desperate to be “special.”
Claiming to be a descendant of angels, aliens, or fairies just serves to create an artificially inflated ego and a sense of entitlement based on nothing.
We already have too many people who demand special treatment and respect without bothering to earn any of it… there’s no need to make more of them.
Here’s an alternative: Instead of falling for this crap, just realize that you have been given this life to make something special out of it and yourself. It’s completely up to you.
I hope you seize each day and aim to do something special—whether that’s inspiring others through art or music… being a role model due to your winning personality and charisma… raising your kids to be wonderful adults… making someone’s day through random acts of kindness… or simply aspiring to become the best version of yourself that you can be.
A lot more boring than being a star child, I know, but ultimately a lot more fulfilling.