Through Incalculable Myriads of Millenniums

       

"I did not begin when I was born, 

now when I was conceived.

I have been growing, developing, 

through incalculable myriads of millenniums.

All my previous selves 

have their voices,echoes, promptings in me.

Oh, incalculable times

again shall I be born."

Jack London

THE STAR ROVER

It has been written a new born brings universal knowledge into this world and our culture, unlike others, stifles it out of them at very early ages.  Little ones seeing the spiritual world around them are generally told it is nothing but their imagination.  The unseen helpful souls present with the little ones are categorized as imaginary friends.

We laugh at the creative stories young ones tell, wondering where they get all of these crazy ideas rather than speculating if these are a recall of past life experiences.  Young children frequently hear through adult lies and become reprimanded for being rude if they bring this awareness to the adult.

Young folks see visions, hold memories, and extend conversations with those who remain unseen to our eyes.  We tell them their experiences are make believe.  So very early on, our children learn not to trust what they believe to be true.  They question their own reality.

Last evening, I was blessed with the opportunity to sit with a beautiful baby girl.  I had been present at her birth one month ago, and I now marveled at all of the changes she had already gone through.  Sweet, sweet baby child, so innocent and pure.

Cuddling this infant close to me, I so dearly wanted to learn from her.  I longed for her to be my teacher, and to explain what she already knew to be true.  I silently encouraged her to remember all that she could and to believe unwavering in all that she held dear.

I will be present in the life of this new spiritual being having a physical experience, letting her become familiar with my spirit and energies.  In months to come, this little soul will babble, explore her fingers and toes, and become aware of the world surrounding her.

I will silently commune with her and eagerly await her early words and phrases.  I will intently listen to hear what she says and to whom she speaks.  I will be mesmerized by the stories she'll tell, possibly reflecting a very old soul.

I will patiently observe the unfolding of this beautiful little spirit with anticipation for all she will teach to me.  Her eyes will sparkle and her heart will shine.  Perhaps she will even remember me from some other time!