When a person asks a small child, how big they are, many children will stretch their arms out as far as they can, and with straining effort that their little chubby arms cannot encapsulate, say “SOOOOOO big.” The child is telling the truth. Their spirit, although patiently navigating, first steps, tumbles and the giant challenge of adult sized stairs, is infinitely larger than their human body. Their bright innocent light, is still aware at this stage of childhood, that ‘they’ stretch outwards, upwards, and in each direction, miles from their physical body. Their perception of space, the being of human and also this infinite being, is existing in a cooperative manner that allows for intuition and awareness of people they interact with, the environment and elements, and of their myriad array of helpers on the etheric plane; fairies, angels, ascended masters, god/dess, earth spirits and guides.
In the beginning, when a bright and light resonating soul comes into the world in the tiny infant body they will inhabit for this lifespan, there is the first realization of a new perception of space. Sometimes this can bring out allot of tears. In my case, my parents claim I came out into the world, looked around, at them and my siblings, had some breast milk and promptly went to sleep. On days where I feel several lifetimes old, I think back to this moment and ruefully laugh, for even with several lifetimes of birthing and living and dying, one of the lessons I return to with the occasional outburst of frustration and fist shaking at the sky, is for inhabiting, in the physical body, a small space.
When does this perception of space become confining or ‘smaller’? I think each person may have a different time. A trauma, or a hurt, where they felt small all of a sudden, and the giant reach of their spirit felt knocked off of center. For myself, as I sat in my grade one desk, clutching rainbow colored pencils, my first negative interaction with space occurred when the teacher wrote on the board and said “There are 5 senses.” In my head, I said, “What about the 6th sense?” As an intuitive and empathetic child, looking around at my class mates, many bright eyes and big spirited, I waited to see who would be brave enough to ask the question. There was silence. I chewed on my pencil and waited until lunch to go home, and ask my mom why the teacher wasn’t talking about the 6th sense, by far my favorite sense, the one I relieved upon more than any other to navigate life. I do not remember her response, but it was something along the lines of “Well, maybe the teacher wasn’t told there is one?”
Last week I had a wonderful and spontaneous conversation with a woman about the spirit realm, and I thanked her for her ‘openness’. She replied, “Yes, it is true, isn’t it? People will speak to the level they are spoken to?” And I agreed, and then smiled. This blogpost is in honor of her words.
Over the last year, as I have shared these blogposts, the musings of my 6th sense, I have witnessed an incredible transformation in the way I have interacted with many people in my life, and many beautiful new people I am encountering (for the first time in this life, but ‘again’ from others.) I spend my favorite time and energy ‘speaking’ with this writing of ‘more’, and in celebrating how ‘big’ we all are. It is my apology and reconciliation for the six year olds from my younger self, who got told they were small. It is my apology and reconciliation to the world at large and the adults that are all around me, who have forgotten, and been told that they are small.
I ask my five year old daughter, how big are you, and she gets a twinkle in her eye and shouts back “HUGE!” and then she flexes her chubby arms at me. I hope to have her say the same thing for all the years of her life. I know that their will be times where she may not. I see friends and light workers, who have days where their shoulders curl, and they heads droop and they speak in small voices, and they do not feel the enormity of their spirits, and support of their team of angelic realm helpers. And that is okay, because I have days where I feel small for a few minutes too. However, those days have gotten fewer and farther between, and I want to share this feeling, this expansive, knowledge that we are ‘more’ and ‘big’ and ‘beautiful’ in our enormous energy rich selves.
Here is my prayer for myself, for my child, for each child coming into the world, and for the adults who were once children and told or shown that they did not have light wings,
“I ask that the angels come into this room to the space that any reading these words is inhabiting. I pray that the resonant energy of the Christ Consciousness, and the Archangels, as messengers, and light rays of the Creator/God/dess source of creation, be with us each in this moment, and in the way that we are each most receptive to messages, whether through thought, feeling, sound, or image. Help us to receive a greater awareness of our Higher Selves and aura’s. Please bring these messages all day long. Please remind us that we can reach out with these energy selves, to feel rain falling a mile away, to sense people as they come towards us, or move away from us. Please help this ‘greater awareness’ to be gentle, and to show us also the incredible tools we have for deflecting and shrugging away all lower energies. Help us to clean the space that we inhabit, mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. And please help us all, to feel energized by this reminder of greater self, empowered to act in our daily lives, with this knowing. Thank you angels, ascended masters, fairies, spirit guides and earth helpers. Thank you, Amen, OM and Aho.”
With light, and respect,
may you be BIG today,
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