by Dawn M Cheney
Have you ever been afraid in a house, with or without others there, and had absolutely no idea of what it meant to be psychic or empathic? Maybe you had been told you had the gift to see spirits, but you had no one to talk to or teach you about them. I see a lot of heads shaking yes. Scary isn’t it sometimes?
I have been psychic and empathic all of my life. But I was born in 1949 to Evangelical Lutheran parents who persisted in convincing me I was not. My father was studying to become an Osteopathic Doctor and my mother was a housewife when I was born in Illinois.. He started his residency in Denver, Colorado when I was about 5 years old. For them anything out of the norm was taboo.
My memories, however, tell me otherwise about my gifts. As do my innate abilities and friends from growing up who confirm most emphatically that I have always had these gifts of being psychic, empathic, healing and being the listener everyone shared their troubles with for comfort and answers.
So for those of you who have never had your gifts turned off or dismissed, let me attempt to help you understand what it is like for a child to live between the worlds of everyday life and spirit and be misunderstood. Short story of it is, it can be quite confusing and terrifying. And really, really bad for your self-esteem!
Being able to talk to plants and animals only to turn around and have your parents punish you for saying such things is beyond confusing. It’s downright terrifying. You are told you’re bad. They say things like, “You don’t want to be thought of as crazy by other adults and children now do you?”. Then they turn around and kill or get rid of the very things that bring you happiness, plants and animals. What a way to confuse and traumatize a child.
You ask yourself, “Are you going crazy then like they suggested? Is what you see real? Why can’t your parents hear and see the same things you can? Who can you talk to and figure this out?” Not your parents, not your aunts, uncles, nor neighbors that are on short term stay because of hospital staffing and school. If these things are not real, what are those things that scare you so much at night in your room? Why do you see them and your parents don’t?
Why do you see scary ugly faces and figures around your father all the time that others can’t see? Who and what are they and why do they keep trying to talk to you? Especially when you don’t like them at all and they scare you. You want them to go away and no one can keep you safe from them.
Nowhere to go for answers is the problem of the child with psychic abilities whose family and society only misunderstand. No one can help them feel safe or how to understand what’s happening. All we get told is that we are wrong. We are crazy. We are stupid. We are liars.
We are punished in any number of ways; no food, sent to our room, grounded, can’t play with our friends or pets. Oh, so many ways to torture a child that is already torturing themselves because they think they are bad, wrong, terrible, different from the family. If only families and society would be more open and tolerant to the possibilities of more than what they can see in front of their noses. If only schools would enlist teachers who understood these things and could guide children and their parents.
Another thing that can make it worse is that your family all believes in God, or some other Source of invisible power that you are supposed to also believe in. They say neither they nor you can see any of these powers though. So why is it wrong for you to see other things they can’t? How can that be? It’s OK for them, but not for you? Only you are wrong.
Are you really a terrible child? What did you do wrong that you can see these things and they can’t. Worse again. Maybe they even tell you the things you see are evil. But this God, Source, they can’t see is all right and good.. What? What does that mean?
I hope you may have begun to get the picture here. There is no place for a strong self-esteem in this family picture unless you are extremely lucky along the way to get help or figure it out for yourself. A distorted reality by any stretch of the imagination can bring so many more questions to mind. This is where healing begins for many of us.
The path is long and jagged with many bumps and bruises along the way. But for those of us who have lived this and are here reading this today, I congratulate you. You are the brave warriors of the light who fight to find out who you are. Who lead the way both in this world and all others for those who are still to come and need to find themselves.
The journey is never ending. We are a mystery beyond comprehension and isn’t it wonderful we will always have something to explore and new to learn about ourselves, others, the world and the universe.
I encourage you to take the time to honor yourselves in some ceremonial way, especially with the full moon coming the end of this week, July 8, 2017. Have a fire ceremony, light a candle and burn or say a prayer of gratitude to Spirit for guiding you. Gratitude to yourself for coming this far and doing the work to continue. Gratitude for those who have walked the path with you. Gratitude for those who did not understand and taught you to be resilient and strong. Honor the earth and anyone and anything that you feel in your heart needs it. This is your prayer, your way.
I’ll end with this little hope for all of us from when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I think it was a neighbor lady who taught me how to turn certain flowers inside out very carefully, which then makes them resemble pretty dolls in beautifully colored dresses. It was like opening up a whole new world to me and things talked even more. I can’t be sure if the neighbor understood what that meant to me, but I like to think she did. She seemed to move shortly afterwards, disappeared is my memory of it from my parents account. But it said someone understands me. And that meant maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.
Originally written as a guest blog post for Psychicmissjosephine@gmail.com