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For The Love Of Children

Youth are extraordinary spiritual teachers

I was 11-years old when I decided to not have children. It was a warm afternoon, as it always was in central Texas, as I sat in the middle of my bedroom floor playing alone. I honestly don’t remember what I was doing except sitting cross-legged.

My reality started to change as if in Star Trek’s Holodeck. I saw a newborn baby. It’s head, full of straight black hair, was cradled in my left arm against my chest. The eyes were closed, perhaps in a deep slumber. Rather than feeling the weight of the child, my head, back and shoulders felt heavy while my mind and the rest of my body seemed light enough to float away.

Four seconds into the experience I started questioning aloud, Why am I feeling this? I shouldn’t be feeling this. The baby disappeared, never to be seen again. My period started later that summer. Children started appearing in my dreams. Newborns, kindergartners by the busload, my brother’s children, children of neighbors, and even children claiming to be mine.

I was a mother in previous lifetimes. Some children grew up while others died in utero. I carry a lot of mother energy in this lifetime. Kids love me. Some run to me baffling their own mothers because I’m a complete stranger.

It’s my energy — big, light, floaty.

Children teach us to spend more time having fun. They teach us to slow down, be more aware of ourselves as we interact with them, and practice compassion. They push the buttons in areas of our lives that need healing.

I stopped dreaming of children when I healed my inner child, which oddly came from shifting to a sugar-free, gluten-free vegan diet. Meat, dairy, eggs, sugar and wheat were draining my energy. I came back to life on a plant-based diet.

The decision to not have children was a good one. My younger years weren’t hellacious, but I felt that I would not have been a good mother. Even yesterday I thought that it was good that I did not have children.

I nearly broke my spirit trying to mother others rather than myself. Like many women, I had put myself last. My inner child healing put me back in first place.

There’s more for me to learn about myself as I engage with children. Spirit gave me messages this morning that it’s expanding. I’m down if it involves more snacks and naps.

Personal Story

How I Healed My Inner Child and Moved to France

If you stood outside my childhood home you would have seen a single-family home in Fort Hood, Texas with a manicured lawn, complete with plastic sunflower lawn ornaments, surrounded by a white picket fence. The wood-paneled station wagon was parked in the garage, and a garden and swing set in the backyard. Inside were my biological parents married to each other and my baby brother.

On the surface, my childhood was the American Dream.

My father’s career in the Army afforded us what could be called a middle-class living. On a material level, life was good. I was surprised with a canopy bedroom set in the third grade; received new school clothes and supplies every year; and every meal – breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks – was packed with choices from my mom’s multiple $200 shopping sprees at the commissary.

The emotional, mental and spiritual parts were twisted.

Writer and activist bell hooks stated that black girls learn sexism at home before they learn racism. I cried when I read this in my Women’s Studies class at Texas Woman’s University because she was right. I felt like a second-class citizen my entire childhood but didn’t have the words to articulate it.

Spirituality and the spirit world were not discussed. Looking back, I saw spirits with my physical eyes; received messages in dreams about what was going on in waking world; I could sense when something or someone wasn’t in alignment with me; and my claircognizance (clear knowing) was on point. Whenever my brother asked for something he lost I would tell him with 100% accuracy where it was.

I was highly sensitive and my psychic abilities were strong as a child. All of that changed when I was 8-years old.

I had to pass through the garage when I wanted to move my sunshine yellow and pea green bicycle from the fenced-in backyard to the street. My mother was in the garage the day her car seemed to be parked too close to the wall. I stopped to access my options. Before I could grasp my next move I hear her yelling at me then she slapped my face hard with an open hand. From that moment on I thought my mother was crazy.

It often slipped from my lips that my mother’s authoritarian parenting style was like Hitler because she scrutinized and ‘corrected’ my behavior and creativity to her liking. Social studies was the only reason I didn’t make honor roll in middle school, so my mother ordered me to bring all of my books home every day. One day I didn’t have homework in any class and decided to not take books home. Being backed against a wall while being yelled at and beaten with a thick, leather belt across the chest, stomach and hips was terrifying and painful. I can still see that moment as if it were happening now.

Playing the drums was a passion when it came to choosing an instrument for middle band. My mom said no without any explanation. I had to choose between flute and clarinet. Whenever I asked why the reasons changed: I don’t want that noise in my house. I don’t think you can make money doing that. Sometimes there was no answer. I felt in the marrow of my bones it was because I was a girl. My brother was allowed to choose the drums.

My mother continued her controlling ways when I was in the working world. I once shared with her about an incident at work. I don’t recall what it was. The next day my supervisor told me mother called and wanted to know everything and how I was involved. I was embarrassed and stopped sharing where I worked and work experiences.

I spent maybe fifteen years waiting for my mother to die. Thoughts of her funeral and cremated often cycled through my mind. I thought having her ashes sprinkled in the Pacific Ocean would bring her peace.

I wanted peace.

My father was the passive parent. He once told my mother, in my presence during high school, to let me make decisions for myself. When he wasn’t at work, my father was doing yard work, working on cars, building something with his hands, or watching television.

My childhood experiences were mixed with material support, alienation of affection, and low self-worth. I cared for other people more than I cared for myself. It was exhausting but it was what I learned, internalized and behaved.

My spiritual abilities seemed to resurface in 2003. I was overcome by thoughts and emotions that turned out to not be mine. I discovered that I was an empath.

As it turned out, my mother and father have psychic abilities that surpass professionally trained psychics. They never talked about it. When I realized this, I understood how my mother always seemed to know about events before they happened. Rather than express it in words, she would find other things to do to be late for the event. She was supposed to be at Luby’s in Killeen, Texas the day the massacre happened. She was late. Her friend who waited for her made it out safely.

I thought my mother was a snob because she turned her nose up at people she met. But she knew if a person was worth her time the moment she laid eyes on them. And she was correct. My mother can even astral project into other people’s dreams. It freaked me out when she first did it to me, around 2011. It’s happened several times since then. She would allude to something she learned but went silent when I asked her about it.

My father is like Dumbledore. Spirit nudged me in 2015 to ask him about his abilities. He hears spirits internally and externally; sees them with his physical and third eye; feels low vibrational energy; and he communicates with his parents who are in the spirit world. He kept it a secret because he thought he was the only one who had these abilities.

Had my parents grown up understanding that their abilities were normal, or someone in their adult life to help them along, my life may have turned out differently.

Everything is energy, even psychic abilities. Strong abilities, when ignored, can manifest into unhealthy behavior or illnesses. My mother was diagnosed with Schizoid Personality Disorder. In the metaphysical world, medical diagnoses like my mom’s are common amongst those who are ‘untrained psychics.’

When psychic abilities are recognized, understood and focused, the person can use them in healthy ways. Socializing becomes manageable and pleasant. Talking about psychic abilities and the messages received validates the person’s experiences.

My psychic abilities became more manageable when I received my reiki 1 attunement in 2014. During the 21-day chakra cleanse that happens after an attunement helped me understand that my aura over my solar plexus chakra – the area of self-worth – had a tear in it. As that healed, my confidence and ideas about self-worth improved. The reiki 2 class taught me how to heal inner child trauma. It brought up memories, emotions, and thoughts that I had forgotten.

Free will allowed me to decide if I wanted to listen to the messages from Spirit. Often times I did not. Ancestors called me hard headed. I laughed it off.

I wanted to hold on to old behavior and move forward. I was like a boat exhausting the engine because the trash was stuck in the propeller.

France loomed in the background my entire life. I loved can-can dancing as a child, pretending to wave my layered skirt and screech like the ladies. As an adult, I daydreamed of decorating my apartment dining rooms like French cafés. The pull got stronger in 2004 when I wanted to either be in France or Francophone Africa. Dreams of France started in 2010. I saw myself taking pictures of different buildings in Paris.

I learned that France was a happy and creative place for me in a previous life.

My visit to Paris in January 2017 was grounding, happy and creative. I spent the week understanding what it meant to move to France. When I returned to the U.S. I found myself planning and taking small steps rather than big leaps. Then I realized the longer I took the longer it would be before I could live my joy completely.

Then I let go.

I healed inner child issues related to love and money, which both are about self-worth. I learned to love myself first then share whatever energy I have with others. I am a first-class citizen in this respect.

As a creative person, I gained more confidence and take more risks. My psychic abilities are strong and continue to unfold. As a medium, I communicate with animals, plants, minerals (gemstones), angels, and spirit guides.

My angels and spirit guides helped me when I had a few small panic attacks. They told me to go for walks to burn off the energy. Affirmations also helped as I donated and gave away clothes, furniture and books.

  • Je habite en France.
  • I am living my joy.
  • I am completely free.

I returned to France on June 16 to spend the summer relaxing, enjoying France, and creating new projects to share with women and children who are empaths or highly sensitive.

I am happy.

I am free.

I am living my joy.

Holistic Health

Inner Child Chakra Healing

Children have an abundance of energy imagination. Their lives are centered on fun. That stagnates when well-meaning adults ask children to grow up. As adults, we tend to forget fun and burn out.

Chakras are wheels of energy located along the spine that turn, giving and receiving energy that is around you. Chakras can close or become congested with low vibrational energy causing imbalances and health issues.

Heal your chakras associated and inner child with fun activities then balance that with adult-style journaling. Below are inner child healing for the seven main chakras and two little known ones to keep you balanced and happy, head to toe.

Photo from Vibrational Energy Medicine

Earth Star chakra
Root chakra
Sacral chakra
Solar Plexus chakra
Heart chakra
Throat chakra
Third Eye chakra
Crown chakra
Soul Star chakra

Holistic Health

Soul Star Chakra Inner Child Healing

The soul star chakra is located six to twelve inches above the head. This is your Higher Self, the part of your soul connected to the spirit world.

The soul star chakra radiates unconditional love and needs no healing, but healing the other chakras allows you to access your Higher Self with little to no effort. In this process, you learn your life’s purpose. Distractions, unhealthy relationships and stress are eliminated.

Activities

Reflection
Automatic writing is one way of connecting with your Higher Self. You can ask questions about past lives, chakra blockages, and steps to take to heal your life. If you try automatic writing, journal about how you felt about the process and answers.

Crown chakra
Holistic Health

Crown Chakra Inner Child Healing

The crown chakra is located at the crown of the head. This is the energy center of knowing, intellect, thinking, learning, and teaching. The crown charka is the connection to cosmic consciousness, or the Divine.

People who had authoritarian parents and/or experienced religious abuse have blocked crown chakras. Their hearts, sacral and solar plexus chakras may be blocked as well if they find themselves shutting down rather than expressing their thoughts and emotions about what they truly believe. Further, a blocked root chakra may be a factor because this is the space of safety and family.

Escapism and is a sign of a blocked crown chakra. Over-thinking is another sign of a crown chakra imbalance. Activities like binge watching television shows, spending long hours on social media, or other distractions go along with this.

Activities

  • Learn something new, like a language or skill.
  • Teach what you are passionate about.
  • Find a community that is reflective of your interests.
  • Meditate.
  • Break a rule (that does not harm yourself or others).

Reflection
Journal about how you felt doing the activities. How long did it take you to unplug from the distraction and act? At any point did you stop and wonder if you were doing the activity correctly? Whose voice was criticizing you? How did you correct this behavior, if at all?

Think about the moment you felt that your parent was wrong about something and they did not listen to your input. Do you two still disagree? Do you find yourself acting out in any way as an adult? How does this feel in your body?