Ok so have you ever pondered?

What color is your spirit, soul? If you are white does that mean your spirit is white? If you're black does that mean your spirit is black? Or what about the sex of your spirit, if you are a man then does that mean your spirit is a man? And if you believe in reincarnation and lived many lives some as a man and some as a woman, does that mean that your spirit is the sex of your last life lived?

Ok now have you ever pondered what language does your spirit talk? Would it be the last language you spoke? Or is there a universal spirit language?

Or do you believe that when you die that's it, finito, no spirit, no color, no sex, no language.

Children

Do you know a child who has an invisible friend? Do you know a child who doesn't talk but seems to understand you, like he/or she can listen to your thoughts? What about a child who is a loner, doesn't have any friends and is withdrawn?

I think it is important as parents to reach out to children and let them know that they are ok. That what they are going through will pass. But most importantly that they are loved and allowed to be who they were born to become.

"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not for you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you can not visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows
may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
for even as He loves the arrow which flies,
so He loves also the bow which is stable." K.Gibran

As an adult I am both daughter and mother, with adult children.
I have allowed my children to be who they are. But I must admit
it was difficult when they were teenagers. But their will to become
who they were meant to be was stronger than my will to make them
what I wanted them to be.

Isn't that true with you and your parents? Did you struggle to be who you were meant to be?

I believe that if your child can "see" invisible people, they can! It is our unwillingless to allow them to be who they are, that can come between are G*d given birthright. The thread that
connects us to where we came from "spirit". I truly am a "spirit" having a human existence and so are you.

More and more children are being born "psychic" or with "healing" powers that are stronger than those that came before. If we can let go of the fear, and allow them to be who they are. They will help the earth, they were born to do so. They were born for greatness.

I'd love to hear your comments. Peace!

Daily Does it.

I want to start sharing stories about my experiences seeing, hearing and feeling. This story is about when my youngest was born.

When I was 25 years old I had my second son. He was born c-section because he never turned inside of me, he wanted to come out walking. I remember thinking when the doctor examined me oh good this will be easy! Boy was I ever wrong. Not a good way to have a baby.

At the time we had a waterbed and there was no way I could get out of that bed with my stomach feeling like I got kick by the entire football team. So my husband set up a bed in my baby's room.

I was pretty much out of commission for the next 2 weeks after my son was born. I was so uncomfortable and took nothing for the pain. I was even uncomfortable nursing him. One early morning around 4am I laid sleeping in his room and he laid next to the bed in the bassinet when a visitor came to see us.

I remember being sound asleep and waking up to a bright light entering my room and I sat straight up (that kinda shocked me because my stomach hurt so much) and I spoke to the woman standing next to the bassinet. I wasn't afraid I knew it was Jason's grandmother coming to visit him. I said he is your grandson, his name is Jason. She looked up at me and was gone.

Her name is Agatha Roysdon, she died before I ever got to meet her. But sometimes since that early morning when she came to see her grandson I sense her in my house.

Do you sense spirits?

A year later on Jason's 1st birthday we took our children to Chucky Cheese to celebrate his birthday. There were balloons in Jason's room and had been there probably for a few days after we had gone to Chucky Cheese. My husband and I were in the front room watching tv that evening when I mentioned his mother coming to visit a year ago. Well he never believed it and I told him it didn't matter that I knew she did. When the balloon in Jason's room popped! It startled us both. I looked at my husband with a surprised look and said see she wants you to know she did! He scientifically reasoned to me why that balloon popped. The condensation of the cold window, blah blah.

My husband now believes his mom is around here and I have communicated with her. There is no way I would know stuff about my husband when he was little or about her that he never told me.

I love knowing as a spirit we continue!