My eldest daughter found a caterpillar. She found it, she played with it, she nurtured it, she gave it a home. I saw her face when that caterpillar made it into the pupae stage. I saw her face, when she discovered it had birthed into a moth. I wish you had been there.
My eldest is already a healer, she’s already a reader. In womb, my Master Reiki teacher assured me that my baby wanted to be part of the ceremonies that led me from a level 1 practitioner to Master level. I agreed – it made sense to me. Unsurprisingly, from the time she was born, my child has been a peacemaker, easy to have around, healing in nature.
As she’s grown, she’s integrated the practices that she’s seen at home. I’ve talked to her about faeries, about angels, about God. Consequently, she talks to the faeries, the angels, to God. This past weekend, a baby bird (fallen from its nest) hopped directly onto her knee, where it sat peering up at us both. My daughter begged the angels to help it – and her prayer was answered – in the form of a refuge for wild creatures that need veterinary assistance. It took her dad three hours to get the bird there, but my daughter’s desire to help and her belief that the bird would be saved, propelled him forward – in spite of the twenty chores we had at home. Such is our daughter’s faith.
And she knows about manifesting. Of course, I haven’t used that word for it – it’s too long – but I’ve told her about how to program her brain and she’s used it to during tests, to help with running races, in a swim meet. She told me at her last swim that she hadn’t manifested until she realized that she was in last place. Then, “I programmed my brain – I told myself I could do it, and mum, I came back from the back and finished first!” Yasmin teaches her brother how to manifest, too. Manifesting for her is like turning on the tap. The results are instantaneous. If she wants something, she makes it happen for herself – and fast. That’s flow – and it’s beautiful.
Of course, my daughter is fortunate, for she’s been somewhere in the vicinity of my work as a medium and healer since she was young. Back in Denver, she’d sit with the owners of Sage Moon (the metaphysical store out of which I worked) staring at all of the beautiful crystals and cards and statues and t-shirts that they carried, acknowledging people as they entered the store. She was born to a spiritual trade.
Funnily enough, it was only this year, however, that she understood what readings were. Apparently, she had thought that people would visit me and I would “read” to them about the world of heaven. A good guess! Her understanding of my work has grown naturally. She welcomes the group to my workshops and circles, where she likes to give out gifts. Seeing me work with crystals has encouraged her to excavate her own crystals, clean them and write messages about the properties of the crystals, which she gives to guests. After watching her mother do Reiki and Reflexology, Yasmin began to do her own form of healing on people. If I’m tired, she’ll come around me place her hands on my shoulders and gently squeeze, running her energies. She knows about the power of healing and she uses it to help others – silently, without asking and with great love.
In recent months, I’ve noticed that she’s grown more inquisitive about symbolism – the meaning of colors, of totem animals, of dreams. Yasmin would ask about what each color meant and why she was drawn to one thing or another. I caught her reading my Ted Andrew’s bibles on totems and she’ll ask me what a particular dream means, and then she makes her own interpretation.
This beautiful daughter of mine is in tune. She’s in tune with herself, with the world around her and the world within her, and there is a flow about her that she has achieved effortlessly – and which I achieve some days and can only strive for, on others.
Children come into this world knowing so much – and sometimes we dumb down their experience so that it is just about Dora, or Thomas or Hannah Montana. Keeping that spirituality alight in them is a gift. Keeping our children open is a must. Always encouraging their questions, asking for their insights and trusting them with their truths is integral to their flowering. Oftentimes, our children have an intuition, an insight, a precognition that is as astute as it is accurate, and that must be honored, for while they are children, they are also souls – and these new children, whether they be crystals or rainbows or indigos, have a lot to teach us oldies, who have been birthed into a different era, with different ideas, and different ways of doing things.
And so, as you journey on with your own child, and in between Baby Einstein and Polly Pockets and Star Wars, make sure that you keep that light burning. Be their guide. Talk to them about heaven, share about nature, ask about their vibes, about their feelings, read about animals, teach about manifesting, give them healings, interpret dreams – but above all, give them love – and then watch how they grow.
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