3 Indicators of a Powerful Child Medium

My experiences as an intuitive individual started in my childhood. Though there were other indicators these are the top 3 on my list that convinced my parents of my abilities.

1) The Dreams

2) The Noises

3) The Feelings

1) The Dreams.

Lets be honest, they were, and still are, nightmares. It is going to seem strange, but wasn't everything in the 80's, the person that guided me through this tough time was the chief of the Indian reservation in my home town. I would go with my dad to the reservation general store where he can buy cigarettes tax free. The chief ran the store and he saw something in me no one else had. He gave my father stones and told him we need to hold them while we meditate. He needs to put me back into my dreams and I need to take control. It is my mind, my dreams and I am in control. We basically got a blueprint to develop me into the strongest lucid dreamer ever. Now at 45 don't fuck with me in my dreams because I will blast you with my white light. (That's for another blog) I thank the great creator everyday for that man. I was a child living in a place where I thought there was something wrong with me. This man made me feel special, gifted in a way I should be grateful for. Though the happenings in my life at that time where frightening, I felt comfort in knowing I wasn't alone, someone understood me. I am thankful to have been blessed with parents that didn't disregard me. They never told me it was all in my head and just go back to bed. They always comforted me and listened to my dreams even though I could tell how uncomfortable it made them. I am thankful for the chief, for my parents and my older sister who shared a room with me and never minded me climbing into her bed when I was scared.

2) The Noises.

Tapping on the walls, steps down the hallway, whistles from the other room, banging on the roof, just to name a few. There were times I would wake up my sister and think "how does she not hear that, it's SO loud?" Other nights, I would be covering my ears watching my sister sleep peacefully. Most of the time I never told anyone, I would just wait for it to pass, as it always did. One Christmas eve night the banging on the roof got so loud I went into my parents room. I woke up my dad and to my surprise he heard it also. We laid there, me curled up in his arms, until the noises stopped. He told me it was just Santa's reminder on the roof, but I was still scared. The next day I overheard him telling my mom about the noise. It wasn't until years later I read in a book that sometimes angels allow parents to experience what their child experiences to help them understand and guide them. I thanked my angels for not making me feel so alone that night.

3) The Feelings

One of the strangest things about being intuitive is knowing you like or dislike someone simply by shaking their hand. Energy is so powerful on so many levels. If your child doesn't like someone and can't explain why, know that the gut never lies. It took years for me to learn when emotions weren't mine. Probably one of the hardest things I had to do. Even as an adult there will be times where I stop and think "why am I so (insert emotion here)?" Then I realize these aren't my emotions. I know I have to take at least five to ten minutes out of my day to clear my mind and allow the surrounding energies to talk to me. Sometimes this means simply parking the car and taking a few deep breaths. Sure people walk past and are most likely throwing judgement, but that is when the zero fucks given attitude comes in handy.

So, How did I realize the power a photograph held?

Remember, I grew up when you had to drop off your film and wait three days for it to be developed. When you brought them home you held those photos in your hand and passed them around the room. I always held that photograph a little longer then everyone else. Perhaps, a lot longer. I always remember hearing, "OK Kelly, pass it along." Or "why do you look at it for such a long time?" FYI, it doesn't seem like a long time to me. In the beginning I didn't realize I was the only one that would hold a picture and have a million thoughts going through my mind. Feelings, flashbacks, words, snapshots, so many things it was hard to keep it all straight. It took time and a few good people who believed in me to develop these inherited gifts. I still shock myself when I read a photograph or have a dream, relaying messages that make no sense to me but somehow the receiver of the reading is brought to tears because something really hit home. Countless times I have said to people "does that make sense?" It is hard to explain thoughts and emotions that are your own, now imagine explaining ones that aren't your own. I have come along way from that scared little child, and I am proud of who I have developed into. The world is scary and we always feel like people leave us too soon.

The rewarding feeling I get from bringing others comfort far outweighs the criticism of the few narrow minded, brainwashed individuals.

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