I am an energy that is moving through much of the youth today in order to help wake the Earth up to your Ascension.
As soon as I am understood and accepted, I can flow through, leaving no trace of harm.
I am here to re-define normal. Read more
As soon as I am understood and accepted, I can flow through, leaving no trace of harm.
I am here to re-define normal. Read more
The other day, my son went up to a young woman and asked her about the baby in her tummy. One that she had yet to publicly reveal. At home on our couch, he went on to tell me that she’s having a girl with light brown hair. He does this often. A few months ago on the train he dragged me up to a woman who he had to speak to. He asked her about her son “Bern, ” the “chef” who lived in another state. The woman, taken aback, began talking about how much she missed her son, but that she was so proud of him for living his dream and having just officially completed culinary school.
Now, he’s channeling dietary advice to friends on Skype. He’ll text message things like “eat salmon and fish and chicken broth” during conversations. What’s significant about this for me is that I often get my “messages” in terms of food. I’ll just know what someone can eat to help them. Now he’s doing it alone and right on point with what I would advice. He’s also very serious about the way life was when he was on Mars. He can give details about the soil. The truth is that all children and humans are psychic. Our kids are way better at it than we are, and if you are reading this you absolutely have a psychic child. The advice given here can increase anyone’s psychic ability and enhance our physical health as well…. Our intuitive abilities are imprinted in our DNA. We were born to instinctively understand how to protect ourselves, grow and connect with nature. A very easy example of your psychic ability is to remember how it feels when you “know” to get away from another person or situation. The Fight or Flight response is something most of us can agree that we have. When we follow the instinct, or natural survival response, we open channels for more psychic (vibrational information to come through).
We are sensitive to subtle energy because we are built from subtle energy. We take in loads of information all day long — media, facts, interactions with people, meals, you name it. And this information is filtered and will be stored correctly without much thought given to it. However, we have been conditioned to completely ignore the fact that each and every ounce of information we take in also has a vibratory frequency that is detected by our energy body, and deciphered through our pineal gland. “The seat of the soul” according to De Cartes. Our pineal glands are the functional, measurable, psychic part of us. This pineal gland, also known as our third eye, has been cherished throughout history in ancient cultures.
Artwork from Sumeria, to the Mayans and even Egyptian pyramids glorified this magickal gland. We call it “pineal” which derives from “pinecone” and that’s exactly how it looks in the center of our brains. In fact, this gland has all of the inner components of your seeing eyes and may very well be responsible for the visions you have while dreaming. It is filled with fluid, and the balance or imbalance of this fluid is used to detect brain tumors on brain scans. The Hindu Bindi is a decorative gem worn over the third eye, and we still see this all the time in our current society.
For those who celebrate the Hindu religion, this pineal gland, or 6th chakra, represents the manifestation of stored energy or Kundalini energy. It’s hidden sacred knowledge. Knowledge from within that culminates when the connection is made through all of the lower chakras. This makes me think of an activated pineal gland as a gift of inner-sight that is rewarded to those who make those connections. We know it’s something desired by many today. Just look at the American dollar bill and you’ll see the third eye symbolism atop a depiction of a pyramid. The Pope carries a pine cone atop his staff. And his house, the Vatican, is chock-full of pine cone symbolism and god/goddess relics that one would assume would be hard to find in a Christian haven.
Pine cones are everywhere loves. From corporate logos to religious art to money money money money. And if this post was solely about our pineal glands I could go on forever about how intentional that is.
So, when Dougie senses what’s going on in another person’s body, he is using an innate gift that we all have. Children are born more connected, aren’t they? But, this isn’t JUST because they just arrived here. In fact, Dougie’s been around longer than I have. Many of the children being born today are very old souls who have come back with remembered skills and wisdom, and they are coming to parents who can support that in them. So, if you have a noticeably psychic child, have no fear, they have chosen you for a good reason. We now understand that our pineal glands actually may calcify over time. This strongly inhibits our psychic ability. To my knowledge, this was first thought of as an inevitable part of aging. However, there’s loads of evidence that shows diet can play a huge role in calcifying and even de-calcifying our pineal glands.
A child is born into the world without already having eaten years and years of processed foods. This is another big part of what gives them the one up on us adults in the psychic department. Their communication equipment is cleaner. Aluminum is a big pineal gland destroyer. And aluminum can be found in most drinking water, vaccinations, cook-ware, deodorant, food containers and many processed foods and spices including tortillas, breads, chips, and baking powder. There have been studies linking aluminum cookware to Alzheimer’s, and for good reason. Even my son Dougie, the amazing psychic, has been tested to prove an overload of aluminum in his system. This was years ago, while he was still going through major healing from autism-related illness.
So, now you know what makes us all psychic and what makes our kids better at it. Let’s talk about how you can support your children on this Blissful path, and what your role might be.
Eat Clean You don’t need to fret over how many calories or carbs you are having, just keep your eats as free from chemicals, pesticides, and genetically modified franken-foods as possible. Organic fresh food has a higher frequency than food that’s been sitting for a day or a week. Higher frequency foods have a way of connecting us to higher frequencies… So like attracts like in this case. Enjoy many colors of foods and listen to your children’s cravings especially if they are healthy. For example, if your child really digs cucumbers and wants to eat five per day… Go with that. And commend them for choosing something so healthy. This will affirm their intuition.
Live Fluoride, Aluminum, Mercury and Toxin Free Here is a link to aluminum containing products. Get them out quickly as well as other household toxins like detergents and dryer sheets, baby powder, bleach, pasteurized milk, deodorant, unnatural perfumes, and fluorescent lights which contain mercury powder. Here is a link to how Fluoride jeopardizes the functionality of our pineal glands. That means changing our toothpastes and water. http://www.in5d.com/fluoride-free-pineal-gland.html
Work on You Record your dreams in a journal and make a positive intention to remember your dreams before you fall asleep. These dream memories may only be a sentence long at first, but they are very important to remember. When you sleep, your physical eyes and analytical mind is turned off. You are closest to the natural psychic you. Take time to do things that make you feel good. Meditate, pray, do yoga, listen to music. Not only is this good for you, but it shows your kids that they can do the same for themselves.
Listen to Wild Stories Does your son or daughter talk about when they used to be a grown up, life on other planets or their “other family”? These could be past life stories that are important to remember. Listen intently without saying much other than to support the story. Our memories can be jaded by experience and time. If you can record or write down these stories for them to have, this may be very helpful for them in the future. When Dougie talks about Mars, I ask him questions like a reporter would. Things I really want to know. Like, “so why couldn’t you plant green beans?” or “what were some of the plants you could grow?” But I will only interject my questions when he is finished talking.
The same goes for dreams. You can ask about your child’s dreams. But, my suggestion is not to be too leading. So, you might lightly ask, “what did you dream about,” first thing in the morning– and then simply listen without pressing for answers. Then you might wait a few mornings to see if he comes to you to share his dreams. I will drop whatever I’m doing to listen to one of Dougie’s stories.
Freedom at Home So many of these children have been around the moon more times than we have… And they remember it. Allow for as much freedom at home as is possible for their safety. I’m talking about allowing them to cook food, create and hang art wherever they want to, clean, organize, pick out clothes, pay at the grocery store, pick groceries, call friends and relatives who they want to speak to. This will allow them to align more quickly with what they like and who they are.
Play Time For children, play is their work. It helps them solve problems, hone skills and really just explore life. A child with a noticeable psychic gift is still living in a developing child’s body. Lots of playtime is important because they need to decompress, and feel like a kid. I recommend lots of outdoor play as the sunshine is good for their moods as well as Vitamin D intake and of course, the Sun regenerates us. Earth vibrations, like from being bare foot in the soil are also very grounding and calming. Keep electronic toys at a minimum as the man made vibrations can be very disruptive to their senses.
Experience, Expose and Encourage Allow each experience to unfold without expectations. Your child will lead you through stories or signals for what they desire. Generally speaking, our desires lead us to our life’s purpose. Expose them to music of many cultures, languages, colors, stories and positive people of all shapes and colors. Encourage creative outlets like singing, dancing and painting. This is how shamans often connect with their healing gifts. Our art has a way of exposing our soul. And that’s a good thing. I don’t like to make assumptions about my son’s art. instead, I will ask what he made and how he feels about it. Often it’s not what I thought at all.
Unschooling Keep in mind that public education was designed to create beings with set responses to authority. This line of thinking is what got us here having to discuss how to raise a psychic child. We are out of whack with our natural selves because we have subscribed to a system that forces us to try and be like everyone else. Funny enough, we’re not really all that different. But, we must step into our whole selves which includes embracing all of our abilities. Unschooling represents the undoing of that old paradigm. It’s in the experimenting with what we like and want that we discover who we are. As an Unschooling mama, I am pleasantly surprised with how well my son can read, write and analyze data. Unschooling is not about not learning… It’s simply about unblocking that which was holding us back from learning these hidden treasures about ourselves. If you know that regular school is best for your child, trusting that instinct is part of embracing your family’s psychic ability. My suggestion in that case is to take these Unschooling vibes into your home life and feel how that inspires you. Who knows what the future holds for our psychic children? But wouldn’t it be nice to support this ability in them so that they have even more opportunities ahead?
We are all psychic. That doesn’t mean that we are all going to become professional healers. This intuitive ability is needed in every position in the world from mothering to presidenting.
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Dougie loves doing these vids!
We live and learn in a balance between home school and un-school. We do have some set lessons and routine that helps things go smoothly– although most of the time you can find us learning math by counting the hermit crabs atop the steep hill.
Doug and I write stories for Dougie that incorporate science, religion, math, social studies, history, art, etc.–so that he learns reading comprehension while getting a juicy story.
Dougie is really into making films, and part of our “curriculum” has him making story boards and drawing characters. He LOVES it. He wants to share more with you on camera, so here we go!
This video is just the beginning! We’ll have lots more.
This interview with my guru was taken after a Reiki Healing Attunement in March.
The other night in Chicago, I got to hold and give Reiki to a tiny client who I’d been working with from a distance for about 6 months. “Magical” is hardly a strong enough word to describe the feeling that pulses through me when I get opportunities like this. This is Bliss. To witness the children heal before my eyes is simply wowing. I want more. I want to connect with more of you.
So, you may already know that we hit the road last month to come share our gifts with you, learn with you and attempt to live the most sustainable life possible. We are in search of an RV that can be converted to burn little to no emissions so that we can freely travel to where you are. We’re in Chicago now and have plans to move on to North Carolina and Connecticut in the next month.
That little boy — the one who allowed Reiki to help him heal the other night was a messenger to me. It was as if his spirit was shouting “yes” and “thank you.” Just the sign that I needed to KNOW that I am doing the right thing with my life.
That little boy reminded me so much of my own son. And, just like with Dougie I could see his potential painted across the sky in endless stars. And, I could also see how he shined in the moment. A gift that many of us miss when we are stuck in the rut of recovery. But, that’s why I am here. To help you heal. It’s beyond recovery. It really is BLISS.
Our Bliss Mobile will travel to where you are and share with you our collected wisdom, services, products, and love so that you can feel the Bliss of healing and wholeness like we do. We’ll provide one-on one sessions as well as group classes and events that focus on whole self healing and getting to the core of autism in an enjoyable and affordable way.
Our children are truly advanced souls on a mission to help us understand how to live better on this planet. They “get it” on such a deep level, and it’s time we learn to finally uncover their full message. Last week at the autism one conference, I heard Jenny McCarthy say that acceptance does not mean we’ve given up our quest to heal. I’ve always felt this way. We will heal . But, we must accept ourselves, and I know that’s part of my own mission here.
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We are moving all of our posts from Heal Artfully to solidify our mission in one place. originally posted this on a while back, but it’s still pretty relevant to me.
When Dougie was ill, autism was a word I needed. I was looking for answers to my son’s illness, behaviors, developmental regression and complete change of character and consciousness. I needed a definition. I needed a reason.
I needed to call it autism and beat it with a bat. Scream at it. Punch it. Kick it. Spit in its face and hate it for all it did to my boy. For the night terrors and 36 hour sessions without sleep. For the vagueness in his eyes. For his sadness. For the loss of the boy who hugged and kissed. For all it prevented us from doing.
I hated autism. And I needed the word. I felt as though the definition would fuel my reason and research. But the word quickly became a taboo in our home. My husband refused to hear me say it. And he refused to ever say that Dougie had it. This made me angry. And I stored that anger in a little box marked “nobody in the world understands me.”
I’ve lived in close proximity to autism for my entire life. I’ve taught in “special” programs for “special” children. I have an aunt who works specifically with children on the spectrum. At age 10, I befriended a woman named Rosie who probably had the label. So, when Dougie fell into chronic illness and returned without the language he previously had, without the social skills he previously had, without the spark that the previously had –I had an instant inkling that I was witnessing autism happen.
That’s what got me. I never understood that autism could happen. I only understood that the children I previously worked with were just the way they were because they were born that way (and maybe some of them were). I never had a feeling of needing to “cure” them. I loved them. They glowed. Maybe they learned differently or occasionally hurt themselves – but there was something that made them magnificent. I taught them and worked with them with love and believe that we made a difference together. I never connected inner health with outer behavior/symptoms during my time with them.
But, at home, I was watching my son change. And become sicker and sicker. The behaviors and sensory expressions, like licking everything, seemed to be connected to his illness – not simply some unique character qualities. Dougie rubbed his face against the carpeting, spun in circles, stacked and lined up toys, containers or whatever he could get his hands on. I’d watch him and hold the little angel. And there was no question in my mind whether or not I could help heal his predicament. I knew I could, and I knew he wanted me to.
I felt that if I couldn’t call it autism I couldn’t recover him. But the majority of my early studies on the word only provided superficial reasons for these symptoms. No one was saying that there was a physical, scientific, reason that the body responds with exaggerated sensory activity. I was hearing that these children are “special” and there are so many great teachers and doctors out there who can help them succeed. I was hearing that there is no cure but there would be hope that he could get a “job.”
And, as soon as I began talking to other parents of children with autism, I ran into those who thought I was egotistical, insane, cold, un-accepting and of course a terrible mother and role model for wanting to rid my son of this beautiful illness. Have you heard of autistic children referred to as Indigo children or crystal children? I started to question whether this autism was a gift and if I should just let go of trying to help Dougie heal from it. I never questioned my son’s magic. We always had a very deep intuitive connection. And, I wanted to do right by him. Was this his true path?
But, then I thought… if my son fell and got a gash in his head, I would stop the bleeding. If he had a cold, I would help him heal. If he was sad, I would hold him until he wanted me to stop. If my son was licking the floors and the walls and people in public because that consciously made him happy, and he wasn’t displaying other symptoms of unrest, I would accept him. I would teach him that people do not like to be licked. I would help him find healthier ways of fulfilling this need.
And I tried doing that. But my instinct kept telling me they there was something deeper to this autism. No matter how many physical/cognitive attempts I made to help him stop behavior that was dangerous to him I didn’t seem to be able to succeed that way. No matter how many times I pointed to myself and self “mommy” – he wouldn’t respond.
Along the journey, I saw a life changing video made by a woman with autism that opened my mind about how she perceives the world in a really sensory way. How she communicates with water and air. How even though she couldn’t talk she could write eloquently and felt so much joy about her life.
I could deeply relate to her. I too can see energy in the air. Feel emotion from animals, people and water. I honestly started to question whether or not I had this “autism.” I began remembering spinning in circles as a child, not talking to anyone but my parents, rubbing my face on everything, putting everything in my mouth, crying all the time, lining up pop bottles and biting people in public. They mystery behind autism was beginning to unravel for me.
I’ve never been one to conform and this has never been about conformity for me. It’s been about helping my son become his healthiest self.
Many of his behaviors were not socially acceptable. But I never flinched when taking him out in public. I used to get shoved to the front of the grocery checkout line because of his screaming. I took him to the park nearly every day where he would insist on banging the metal slide pole to hear the sound. And I never felt the need to say “oh he has autism” to explain us.
I needed the word only for me. I needed the word to help heal him – or so I thought. And I allowed him to be evaluated and labeled by the school system – a long and painful process, so I could get my answer. And we accepted the label because we were promised help if we did so. We interviewed the Chicago Public School staff who performed the evaluation. We explained that we would completely recover our son from his illness. We explained that we would accept a label if it would bring us help that reflected our beliefs. We explained that although we generally don’t accept the idea of labeling a child, we would take this one if it meant that Dougie could get real help. Help that brought us closer to recovery. And most of all, we didn’t want him pigeonholed because of it. We didn’t want the word spoken around him.
I signed a piece of paper agreeing that my son had “autism.” I did it against my deepest intuition. My husband wouldn’t sign it. In the instant that I crossed the last “t” in my last name, I regretted it. My son did not have autism as defined by the school system so they could never help recover him. They could only offer services with the notion that he had speech and occupational difficulties. They couldn’t get the root cause of those issues because they did not have the tools.
Then I began to hate autism even more because of the way the school system made extra money from it. I hated it because it put a cloud over my son at his school… and the word was repeated over and over and over. I hated it because no one believed that we could end its destruction on Dougie’s life.
Early on, I began to understand Dougie’s condition as a toxic manifestation. As I studied I learned where those toxins came from and as many of you know, we have brought him into a very healthy light.
But I continued to struggle with what to do with this label that kept coming up. All of the negative comments I continue to get from people who call me an autism hijacker. And, the sick children out there whose parents struggle like I did over how to handle a disorder that is only defined in social, sensory and outward symptoms.
Finally, last summer I really embraced shamanism and studied with some amazing spiritual teachers. Dougie’s and my recovery through raw foods helped open both of our bodies for deeper healing. But, food could not bring us to the level of peace we now have.
Shamanic journeying, meditation, chakra balancing though sound and movement, and touch therapies like reiki all helped me realize the insignificance of labels. But most of all they helped me let go of my need to label our situation.
The autism label, as widely defined never described how my husband and I see our son. My husband knew this all along. We create our own lives. We manifest our desires. We are completely responsible.
By believing that my son does not have “autism,” but merely an overload of toxins that continue to melt away I am defining it more scientifically because this is actually what he has. And, by understanding how these toxins can be released energetically helps add more valuable tools to our healing regime.
As time goes on, I continue to practice shamanism and reiki and I continue to gain deeper acceptance for who my son really is.
I have realized that yes, this is about acceptance. Yes this was supposed to happen. Yes my child does have a magical reason for being here and for displaying these behaviors. There is something very intuitive about him. He can use touch to heal me when I am in pain.
I believe he was put here to help us all heal. Because we were able to heal him against the odds, I know that anything is possible. I don’t know if I realized that before. Letting go of autism has helped me let go of my addiction to all labels. Now I can enjoy life for what it is. I can enjoy the feeling of water on my skin and wind in my hair without having to define it. I am more relaxed thanks to my little angel.
It just so happens that as we continue to physically heal and release toxins though diet and energy healing, Dougie’s speech and communication becomes more and more typical. But his magic and his power also increase. I would love and adore my son if he never said a word to me. If he never looked at me. But, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t lead him in the direction for complete wellness and fulfillment.
Dougie is not autism. Dougie is Dougie. He’s my magical little spunkmuffin – a glimpse into the heavens, and my strongest role model.
As a kid, I refused to wear jeans. From the ages of 9-13, stretchy pants were IT for me. It was a comfort thing, mostly. I’m ultra sensitive to the touch of scratchy fabric. Still. But, I also needed to express my differences. I spent most of my days just on the outskirts of the “in” crowd, and was totally okay with it. My husband grew up expressing his differences in the ways lots of boys do. I’m not at liberty to spill exactly what that means. But, somewhere in our charts de destiny — we have been dreamily aligned to raise a “different” child. But, believe me — we didn’t set out to do anything outside the “norm” when it came to starting our family. We did the doctor appointments, the pampers, the birthing classes. Soon enough, that fizzled though. And, even before my little Dougie’s health began to decline — he was showing us that he was destined for something more. When it came to schooling, at first we opted to have him evaluated for special services through the Chicago Public School system. It took them over a year to complete their evaluation, and by the time we had our first IEP meeting — his label of “severely autistic” was obviously invalid. He was healing through Body Ecology, Raw Foods, and the energy healing and sensory work that we do at home. Still, we took the label in hopes of getting him more education. Dealing with the red tape, “autism specialists,” and trudging through the snow to get my child to one hour of speech therapy and occupational therapy each week was draining on him. After one year of speech therapy, he never talked for his teachers. And, just preparing him for the trip was hell on us. He tantrummed and begged not to go. When I observed Dougie in class, I noticed all of the distractions present in the public school. Bells ringing, intercom going on and off, other teachers walking in, teachers stopping to discipline other kids and more. We tried private school and absolutely loved their routine and core belief structure. But, then there was the price and the fact that Dougie still wasn’t THRIVING. By this time, we took lots more care to teach him at home. Teachers were telling me that I should be worried that he wasn’t talking. I thought, “how could he talk when his gut is a mess?” He was healing, and all of the “teachers” and “authority figures” around him were trying to put information into him, and make him do things. But, Dougie needs to express things, let go of things, be absorbed in positivity, live out loud. Dougie needs to be free. He knew from the start that only I understood that, and I think that’s why he chose me. I remember being reminded over and over how important it is for children. “especially those on the spectrum” (ugh “the spectrum”… sheesh!) to have a strict routine. Yeah, I see how that can help settle an overactive mind. We all crave structure for balance. But, that sure doesn’t mean commanding your children to do certain things or be a certain way. Our Daily Structure is Important to Us My goal is to get out of Dougie’s way so that he can thrive without having to depend on me forever. I don’t want him fully dependent on a specific routine. Much of my own success comes from being able to handle change. It’s all I know. So, it’s how we roll here. I know many children whose stories are similar to Dougie’s, and if one of these children calls you mama or dad — just know that they chose you for a reason. If the homeschool or unschool bus is honking its horn at you — you can jump on. Remember, I was told to worry because it’s well known that our kids crave even more structure than the “norm.” Worrying has never done me any good. Ever. The Routine of No Routine Unschooling is reteaching my family how to live and be with each other in deeper love and more productive ways. We feel we lost a lot of time worrying and working hard to do what was normal for our child. Here’s a glimpse into our day. maybe it will help you to:
We sign Dougie up for a few low-key activities where he can get time away and explore. He loves his yoga class. We also try to help him forge relationships with other children. He has his favorite friends and loves to play with his cousins. We take trips all over the city, show Dougie how to use the bus and read the signs, allow him to experience the different cultures we have here, and visit beautiful places. We walk, we climb, we never stop enjoying. Dougie is kindergarten age, and has learned all of this kindergarten lessons through play and fun. What a life! xoxo Gina