Can Crystal Kids Accelerate Your Spiritual Growth?

The only reason I'm experiencing writers' block is that I haven't been willing to write what wants to be written.

Sure, I can write about the fascinating things Lucas says and does, particularly when they relate to the spirit realm or reading my mind or whatever. But there is something else going on coincident to this, and I've struggled to find the right form for it to take so that sharing it feels appropriate.

Here goes …

In a nutshell, as a mother to a crystal child, I am finding my own personal and spiritual growth accelerated right now, and some interesting things are happening for me. I think it's important to share this because some of you in a similar situation might be experiencing the same thing.

I know that when I get the call to look deep within so that I may heal old hurts and grow beyond my current comfort zone, it's much easier to hang up or ignore the phone. As a mother of a crystal child, that phone just kept ringing, and so I've finally picked it up and I'm doing my best to keep the line open.

I say, "As a mother of a crystal child," because I believe the two are related. Whether it's because he's pulling some strings on the other side of the veil to cause things to happen for me, or whether it's simply because I'm über-motivated to grow into my highest self now that I'm a mother - his mother, it doesn't really matter. Based on my experience, my guess is that his psychic abilities are helping me open up to my own so that I can best guide him as he grows into his power.

It's true that I have been open to spiritual teachings and experiences for almost twenty years now. I have dabbled at meditation, yoga, journaling, and the like. Back in the '90s, I attended a handful of personal growth seminars, and I later facilitated Artist's Way groups. I've studied many different spiritual traditions, and I regularly practice Unity teachings. I'm an avid reader of all things metaphysical and spiritual that relate to human consciousness. So as you see, none of this is new to me.

It's just that now, the universe has upped the ante. No more dabbling, it says. No more studying. No more "visiting" the surface of my past for tiny glimpses of old hurts, and no more half-assed healing. The time for deep healing is now. The time for seeing the whole picture is now. The time for unlocking all the little boxes of well-hidden secret memories is now.

I need to embrace the wholeness of my experience if I am to help my son embrace his.

And so … I meditate, I journal, I breathe, I write.

I trust.

And guess what? Some pretty cool things are happening as a result. Some have to do with me "knowing" things all of a sudden, and others have to do with unexpected people showing up in my life.

I'll give you one example in this post, and the rest will have to come in subsequent posts:

A couple of weeks ago, in the midst of some profound excavation of my traumatic middle school years, of which I remember very little, I received a message on Facebook from a middle school classmate. Mind you, I've moved about eleventy-billion times in my life, and at that particular time, I lived in a teensy, tiny "town" out in the middle of nowhere. The center of it was all of one T-shaped intersection, with a gas station, a middle school and a fire station. Hardly anyone lived there. That, coupled with my feelings of utter invisibility at the time, made the likelihood of hearing from a former classmate slim to none.

The message read, "Did you live in Hockinson?" What the ….?!

The name and photo were completely unfamiliar to me, I'm sorry to say. I asked if we had attended Hockinson Jr. High together. He told me we rode the bus together and got off at the same stop - for three years!! I have no recollection of this. He described my house at the time, and then went on to share the names of the other friends in our "group". (We had a group?!!) I did remember one of the girls he named. She was my best friend, (before she dumped me in 7^th grade to be friends with a more popular girl). He said I had handed him a note from her asking him to check a box if he liked her.  (Ahh, middle school!)

While I feel terrible that I am only vaguely beginning to remember any of this, I can't tell you how thrilled I am that he somehow found me at this particular time. Until now, my memories of that time were all negative; I felt insignificant and miserable. To find out that I was part of a group of friends, and significant enough for someone to remember me after all these years, means that I must have had some fun along the way. It couldn't have been all awful! (Thanks, Greg!)

I wonder what other memories are waiting to surface, helping me reframe my experience and reclaim my wholeness.

Whatever they may be, I'm open to seeing them, releasing them, and doing what I can to "take the lid off the sun" and shine all the more brightly.  Is anyone else feeling similarly compelled? Are you willing to shine with me?