A Little Child

by Bonnie W Kaye

Copyright 2008 by Bonnie W Kaye

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Several years ago, as I entered the doorway of a local grocery store, I immediately heard a child screaming and "throwing a fit" in one of the central aisles. As I shopped closer and closer to the noise, I realized the parent, if there was one in attendance, had absolutely no control over this young person. After almost five minutes, I came upon the scene of a woman trying to pull her child away from something this little girl was determined to get. And this girl was not going to take "no" for an answer.

I walked toward them and asked the child’s name from her mother. Then I leaned down, more towards the little girl’s level.

"Hello, Mary Ann," I said. "My name is Bonnie." The child continued to scream, but eyed me suspiciously. Then I continued. "Do you remember?"

She continued to eye me, though her screams immediately stopped.

"Do you remember where you were and whom you were with before you came into this life?"

She stopped crying, screaming, everything except the gasps for air intense crying triggers. Her eyes grew very wide and her mouth dropped open.

She nodded.

"Do you remember how wonderful it was to be there, safe and protected, where you could trust so much that you were loved?" I asked.

She nodded again, slowly, but with very large movements.

Her mother stood there, dumbfounded at what was happening before her.

"Do you remember how very beautiful it was, and how very much you wanted to stay, but how much you also wanted to come here?"

Her eyes got even bigger than they had been before. She nodded again.

"I want you to hold on to what you remember, because the adults here have forgotten where they came from, and how much we all loved each other. The adults have a game they play that will tell you what you remember is impossible, and it’s all not true." I paused. "But we know it is true, don’t we?"

She nodded emphatically.

"So keep your memories to yourself, but don’t ever forget them. And forgive the adults who don’t remember. They remembered once, but were told they were wrong, and they believed it. But you and I remember what it’s like over there, don’t we?"

Her head tilted a little sideways, she looked at her mother for a moment, then nodded at me emphatically again.

"It’s real. It exists, and it’s beautiful, isn’t it?"

She smiled and nodded again.

"And we’ll be able to go back to it some day, we know that." Again, the determined nod. "So we forgive the adults who don’t know the truth, and just know how to play their games. And we can play their games if we want to while we keep what we know to ourselves, can’t we?"

She giggled and nodded.

"We can love them anyway, even if they’ve forgotten?"

She nodded a very adult nod for a child so young.

"Can I give you a very big hug?"

She reached out for me and I leaned in and held her close to my heart for several moments. I rubbed her back as I hugged her to ease her heart, then released her.

"Thank you, Mary Ann. I’m so glad to meet someone who remembers."

Her mother walked her away from the aisle.

I stood for a couple of minutes, feeling how wonderful that exchange was between our two grown-up spirits, remembering how instantaneously she had stopped crying.

Suddenly, she appeared, alone, walking down the aisle toward me. No parent was evident. She walked slowly toward me, then past me, never taking her eyes off my face.

"Hello, Mary Ann." I said. "Remember always that you are loved. Unconditionally. Without reservation. It will be good to have a grown-up who remembers."

She smiled the biggest smile possible on her small face and just stared at me. A moment later, her father followed her, grabbed her hand, and walked her away. She was smiling, ear-to-ear, the entire time I was able to see her. And she never stopped looking at me.

 

I have had similar exchanges with other children over the years. Nothing as dramatic as this, but I always get their attention. And they always smile, or giggle, or both, or look completely stunned. They don’t even need to be old enough to talk yet, and they respond to what I say. Occasionally, I’ve had a child or two who have described to me what they remember, and it is the way the "other side" looked when I visited it in 1988, as described in my book, My Journey To The Other Side. That which is the most remarkable about the other side is the intensity of the love felt. The love is absolute, unconditional, and permeates every cell in your body. It’s like the nourishment we get from food. It reaches every cell and lifts the spirit to unbelievable heights.

But this level of existence, having the influences of both negative and positive, cannot remember or connect with the love we came from. We want to, and so we look for that love in the most likely place—our parents. But it’s not always there. So we forgive them and move on. Eventually, that yearning will help us look further. And Father doesn’t care where you look, only that you do look.

The negative influence that shares this level of existence enables us to make true choices of spirit to take either positive or negative actions towards ourselves and others. We forget how very much Creator loves us, and how much we loved each other on the "other side". So sometimes we choose to take actions that put us further from Creator, spiritually. He still loves us just as much. That’s one of the benefits of Him not having a human body, He doesn’t forget that love no matter what we do. He doesn’t have our human prejudices. Can’t happen.

So when a child says they see someone who isn’t there to your grown-up eyes, ask them to describe the person. Ask them if they feel the person they see means any harm. Are they afraid of them? Ask them to ask the person they see if they are there to help them (the child) or the family or others. And accept the answers.

Sometimes they remain because they are afraid to "go to the Light", but there is nothing to fear from the Light, it is the Love of Creator. So tell them there is Peace in the Light, and to be about their way. Then tell them they are welcome to return if they choose, but first they must go to the Light to complete their journey.

And if a child ever tells you they are afraid of the ones that can’t be seen, then go immediately to the another article in this series, Protect Yourself From Negativity, and read it to them. Have them participate. It will protect them. And you.

This even works if they are afraid of the "boogey man" in the closet.

Remember, we, as grown-ups, forget.

But children never do.

Aho!