Loving And Accepting Our Inner Child

Loving And Accepting Our Inner Child

The child you once were is still very much alive and well! You have but to look into the twinkling glowing eyes of a young college man as he slam dunks the basket, earning the needed two points that grants victory to his basketball team. He is in seventh heaven. His team mates grab and hug him, slap him on the back and the butt, and carry him off the court shouting, “for he’s the jolly good fellow.” He’s the star of the party they throw afterwards and his glorious praises are sung for days or weeks. Stories are told of that last minute slam dunk for years to come.

During the auspicious moment, that he will never forget, this young man has once more become “the inner child” -that little boy- that he was many years ago. That little boy is still alive inside him and inside all of us. When we are displaying positive traits from our inner child ego state, we are not afraid to burst into raucous laughter when the situation calls for it. We are spontaneous, affectionate, and not afraid to show our emotions, be they sad, mad or glad. When we are being touchy, argumentative, manipulative, aggressive or abusive, we are displaying negative traits of our inner child.

Our chronological age has nothing to do with our inner child. You can see a twinkling glow just as easily on an eighty year old man’s face as he licks his chocolate ice-cream in succulent joyous delight, as you can a three year old licking his lollipop at the circus. I think of George Burns and how comical he is in the Oh, God movies. He’s like a big kid with all of his antics, and capers. I like to think that God has that “big kid” side that loves to play tricks and have fun, all the while imparting profound teachings and lessons. George used to say “I can’t die before I’m a hundred because I’m booked at the Palladium. Now is that not positive thinking put into action or what? We can create anything if we believe it strongly enough. Like Glinda the good witch tells Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, the power to go home has always been with you. The ruby slippers are just a symbol of her own ability to tap the internal magic that can take her anywhere she wants to go.

The childlike glee and spontaneity that comics, clown, some performers and other people express is something that we can all benefit and learn from. Jesus said that except you become as little children you cannot enter into the kingdom of Heaven. He revealed a profound truth in that little statement. I believe that the kingdom of heaven is a metaphor for our hopes, our dreams, and our aspirations. To become as little children is to tap that child-like part of us that believes in endless possibilities. Everyday is full of wonder and magic, mystery, excitement and adventure. That little ‘wonder glow’ sadly fades as many children grow up, being pressured by their family and society that it is not proper to act child-like once they enter adolescence and early adulthood. Baloney, is what I say to that! Many parents equate the word child-like with childish. They are not at all alike. Being childish is to display qualities that demonstrate a lack of maturity. Being child-like is to allow the emotions of wonder, awe, magic and spontaneity free expression in a creative positive outlet. Unfortunately, too many adults accuse children of being childish and this can stifle a child’s natural creativity, sensuality, and sense of adventure.

No one is expected to go around with a smile on their face all of the time, living in a pollyanish dream la la land world. Yes, living on the earth involves soul business most serious. We all agreed to be here. We have certain karmic missions, contracts and duties that we agreed to uphold. That is fine and dandy as my opera coach used to say. We must render unto Caesar’s what belongs to Caesar. But to go around with a gloomy dour look that tops even the most top cat sourpuss? Aw, shucks, come on, is all I can say. No one is expected to live every day of their lives like that. And if they do, they need to get some help so they can stop living like that.

There is a poster that my social worker had hanging on the wall behind her desk. It’s called Children learn what they live. Each little saying rings so clear and goes straight to my heart. A few lines say:

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.

If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.

If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.

I highly encourage you to type “Children Learn What They Live poster” on the internet and check out the entire poem. I have a copy above the wall on my computer that I refer to often.

Sadly and unfortunately many children have lost that natural, spontaneous childlike glee. There is no longer a twinkle in their eyes when they behold the marvels of nature, a fluttering butterfly, an ant carrying something twice its size, frosty misty snowflakes that melt on their face, dripping ice-cream, which they joyously lick and countless other wonders and delights that make life joyous and worthwhile.

Many counselors, social workers, therapists, psychologists, ministers and even psychiatrists have entered the healing/counseling/helping professions because they endured abusive dysfunctional childhoods and somehow managed to find their way and to get help. This aroused a great hunger in their souls to pass on what they learned to help others.

I too endured a terribly abusive dysfunctional childhood. My parents were both alcoholics and my father was verbally, emotionally, mentally and physically abusive. I feared that his violence would one day cause him to kill my mother. As a matter of fact he used to threaten to do that quite often and made a few attempts, although I think he never intended to, because he was not stupid enough to wind up in prison for murder. But in many ways he murdered and broke my mother’s spirit. In many ways he did the same thing to me. He would put me down and say you will never amount to anything.

Don’t get me wrong! As a Psychic, Spiritual Counselor and a Metaphysical Teacher I am fully aware of the laws of karma and how we reap what we sow from one lifetime to the next. I know that everything happens for reasons, many of which we are not conscious of. I constantly take this into consideration when I am dealing with clients who are experiencing traumas and difficulties in their lives and relationships. I am very careful as to how much past life information I reveal and when I reveal it. As healers we are beholden to deal with our clients in a loving, kind, caring, gentle manner.

The good news is that there is much hope for those who have lost contact with that spontaneous loving, fun and natural inner child. I must have sensed this hope on an intuitive level at a young age because while the other teen-agers were waiting in line to get their driving licenses, to smoke and party and get a Saturday night date, I was at home reading Psychology books. I joined the Psychology Book Club at the age of seventeen and spent most of my extra money on books. I jokingly say that the three “P’s words pretty much describe me. Psychologist. Psychic and Psycho. I think we all have to be a little ‘psycho’ to don an ego and mortal body and come to this planet to begin with. From my metaphysical and esoteric studies I have learned that much of the soul, or our “higher self” are not even here. They dwell on the light realms above and beyond this realm. The good news is that we can make contact, connect and even merge with our ‘higher self’. This is what the ‘ascension’ process entails.

Psychology is my first love although I have always been psychic too. At the age of thirteen, when I went to my first foster home, I wanted to go to school and become a shrink so I could fix my mother. In time I came to realize that I had my hands full with the job of ‘shrinking’ my ego. I learned that we cannot fix anybody no matter how much we love them and want to. We can extend the hand of comfort and offer what assistance we can, but ultimately everyone is responsible for themselves. We all have our karma to work out as the saying goes. Or we can not choose to work it out. Then we get the good fortune to come back and work through all the sludge, and muck and mire once more. According to my teachers, it gets harder in each lifetime. It’s like letting the dirty dishes pile up. The more we put off doing the dishes, the bigger the pile gets. The longer we let the greasy, dirty pots and pans and bowls sit, the harder the grease and grime gets and the harder we have to scrub to clean them.

So we might as well get off our duffs and get on with it! Therapy sucks I used to tell my therapist but misery sucks more, so off I go so as not to be late for my appointment. Actually the terms psychology and psychic come from the Greek word, psycho/psyche which mean spirit, or soul. A true psychologist in my opinion is a doctor or counselor of the soul. Soul ailments usually play a large role in neurotic and mentally disturbed persons along with mental and psychological imbalances. I believe that every healer and psychic should study Psychology and undergo psychoanalysis just as the medical students have to put in their hours of psychoanalysis as part of their course of clinical studies. Likewise, I believe that the most effective counselors and

psychotherapists are those who equally emphasize the spiritual component of our being and who are in the ‘business of soul work’ as my one friend used to say.

There are many branches of Psychology which have a lot of information and useful tools to help us “reclaim and champion” our inner child as Counselor John Bradshaw (whose PBS TV series was viewed by millions of people) says in his New York Times Best Selling book, Reclaiming and Championing Our Inner Child. I highly recommend this and all of his books for those wishing to learn more about and to acquire tools for healing the wounded inner child. Like many of us, John Bradshaw has lived what he teaches so he has personal one-on-one experience with healing and championing the inner child.

Back in the 70’s another branch of Psychology called Transactional Analysis, or TA, was revealed to the world by Psychiatrist M.D. Eric Berne. Thomas Harris M.D. went on to further explore the TA concepts in his best-seller book I’m OK You’re OK- A Practical Guide to Transactional Analysis. Everybody was reading and talking about the book. Great books such as those and the famous Games People Play by Doctor Berne, Scripts People Live by Claude M. Steiner and Born to Win by James and Jongeward (Transactional Analysis with Gestalt experiments) are universal and timeless. The teachings, exercises, anecdotes, and case studies are as relevant today as they were back then.

Along with voraciously reading and studying these books, I did an independent study in Transactional Analysis as a part of my Psychology program in college. I also worked with several therapists and we utilized some of the principles of TA and Gestalt Therapy in our many sessions. I won’t get into the theoretical analysis and such. That is all simply explained in the wonderful aforementioned books. I will say simply say that the basic gist of TA is that in each person there is what TA calls a Parent, an Adult and A child. And the parent and child can be sub-divided into two parts: The Critical and the Nurturing Parent and the Natural or Adaptive Child.

The terms are simple and pretty much speak for themselves. The critical parent is the part of us that criticizes, condemns or judges others. The nurturing parent part of us nurtures, loves, is supportive and encouraging. Not only do these ego states come out when we deal with and relate to people, but they are highly active within our selves. In other words just as we can be critical or nurturing to people, so can we be to ourselves. We are all known to be too hard on ourselves at times. We may even put ourselves down or we may nurture and praise and give ourselves a pat on the back now and again. The degree to which the nurturing versus the critical parent comes out depends upon various factors. Two main ones are personality factors and upbringing. As the above poster Children Learn What They Live reveals, personal upbringing has a lot to do with how our own inner parent, adult and child develop or lack to develop. If children live with acceptance, they learn to love. Many people have issues with personal intimacy and love

because they were not loved unconditionally as children. They were not accepted for

who they were and given the proper amount of what TA calls ‘strokes’ or ‘warm

fuzzies.’ This causes them to feel “Not OK” about themselves, and if they are harshly and severely emotionally abused they can conclude that I’m Not OK, You’re Not OK.

When someone adopts this position, a life involved with crime is a possibility. Most criminals and prisoners were abused in childhood.

The good news is that even if we adopted the most common position of I’m Not OK, You are OK, we can change. We create scripts and live them out based upon the decisions we made as small children, which is highly determined by how our parents and other involved adults treated us. My father used to constantly tell me how stupid I was. I came to believe that about myself. I would never amount to anything he would say. That wounded me deeply and I am still not, at the ripe age of 51, completely over that.

With the help of therapy we can get to the root of our neuroses and complexes, and choose to make new decisions about people and ourselves. We can adopt the position of I’m OK ,You’re OK. But no cheating is allowed. We have to go in that pit and meet the skeletons that have been dangling in the closets of our sub-conscious often for many years, or life times, I might add. Fears, hurts, disappointments, frustrations can get so shoved underneath the rug that we don’t even remember or know why we are depressed half the time, or why we feel dead and empty inside. Or why we drink, eat, sleep, work or cry too much.

We have to jump into the arena and do the work. I love that Buddhist saying. “Chop wood. Become enlightened. Chop wood.” Or as Voltaire says at the end of his little funny satirical book Candide. “Il faut cultiver notre jardin.” Basically when all is said and done we must still cultivate our gardens. We must do the work. Healing, happiness, abundance and living in flow and at peace with our self and the world at large is the reward for those who stick with it. And, of course, nobody is expected to be a saint although it is something to aspire to become, and there may even be a few among us.

We all screw up here and there. But we need to keep going. We may slip one, two or even three rungs on the ladder, but we need to start climbing once more. Then we climb one more step. Two. Three. We slip down one. We climb one. Two. Five. We reach down and help a fellow human climb a step. And the beat goes on! Like Dr. Shirley says (Dolly Parton’s character in the movie Straight Talk) “Get off the cross, honey, we need the wood.” Or we can stay in the pit and have our pity poor me party for the rest of this life or even the next ten. But that is only delaying the soul journey that we all will ultimately take. The journey we all chose to take! We just don’t remember half of what we agreed to go through and learn. That is all part of the setup, folks. If we knew everything we agreed to accomplish, it might make us too complacent and throw us off course.

You may want to read some of the wonderful Transactional Analysis Psychology books for all the details, case studies and such, but I will give an example from

my own life to illustrate a transactional interaction between my inner child and parent ego states. I was sitting in the chair at my therapist’s office day one day back in my BereaCollege days. During my freshman year I constantly struggled with chronic depression and suicidal thoughts. Being a fighter I refused to go any medication. I knew those old injunctions that my father poisoned me with were haunting and eating away at my very soul. “I could even kill you,” Dad told me more than once. The hatred and rage in his eyes led me to believe that he would have probably delighted in doing that very thing if he weren’t afraid he’d land in prison for murder.

As a young child, since most children come to internalize as gospel truth what their parents say and feel about them, I internalized the belief that I was basically a worthless piece of burnt toast that not even a starving beggar would get anywhere near. My self-esteem was almost at point zero. I was haunted by nightmares and petrified of the dark. These were metaphors of the inner darkness and demons that haunted me. Our inner demons can and often do take form in outer symbols and expressions, be it paranoia, blood lust, lascivious cravings or addictions that drive us to unhealthy behaviors. When we don’t accept and deal with our inner demons we often, as Carl Jung said, project them onto others. Or said another way we criticize in others the negative qualities and traits that we refuse to own and claim in ourselves.

Back to my story. I learned in therapy that part of the deadness I felt inside is that I concluded as a young child that, like my father said, I was a worthless piece of you know what and had no right to live. So my internal parent became every bit as critical as my father. Indeed, children learn what they live. I would put myself down. I could not accept a compliment, without lowering my head, getting beet red in the face and saying something like, “I’m not sure about that.” Then I’d put in something negative about myself to deflate the compliment.

But like many troubled souls, at a heart level I did want to heal and spend some happy days before the grim reaper came a calling for me. So I signed up for therapy. One day I was feeling very low. I told my therapist I just didn’t think I could go on. Life was just too unbearable and miserable. She immediately utilized a Gestalt Therapy technique where she put me in the ‘hot seat’ and had me role play different parts of myself. She had me call upon my ‘inner nurturing parent.” It did not work at first because I was just too depressed. But she was quite a feisty determined therapist and she kept at me.

“Michael, it is your adapted wounded inner child who has taken control of you. And your inner critical parent is not helping. Call upon your nurturing parent and call upon him right now.”

“I can’t think of anything,” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. “All I can see is me on the stage of the play Camelot, we did my junior year of high school. After

we took our bows at the curtain call, the other kid’s parents and/or relatives were there

hugging and congratulating them and taking pictures and telling them and other parents how proud they were of their child. I can still see me looking out at the audience, hoping and wishing that my parents were there. I can see me at my high school graduation looking out, and there was no mom or dad in the audience. Mom actually wanted to attend but did not drive and had no way of getting there. I could see me receiving that honorary page award and showing it to dad. His comment was “well that won’t even buy a loaf of bread.” I know I concluded that Dad was never going to recognize me and that I concluded I was not worth recognition.

(side mention-I know that partly explains my writing struggle but I have made much progress and am making more as hopefully we all are)

“I know, Michael, and you do have to deal with the part of you that thinks you are worthless and not worth recognition before you can heal. I am very sorry about all the mean things your father said and did and the things that he did not do that he should have. I have heard the Camelot story before and there is more to it. You told me in another session that your social worker, Gloria, I think was her name, was there and she did take pictures of you.”

“Yes, she did and it meant a lot.”

“Well there you go. You can give yourself some praise by reaching out and befriending Gloria. She helped you a lot. Now I want you to tell yourself some things you have accomplished.”

It took a few minutes but soon some things came to mind. “Well, I was accepted in Chapel choir a few days ago. I got a part, even though it is a small one, in the play Wait Until Dark, at the local community school. I ran a mile in 5.37 minutes last week and Coach Pearson said I have the potential to be a star athlete. And I made all B’s and A’s on my report card.”

“Yes, you did, Michael, and you should be proud of yourself. I am proud of you,” she said softly, gently tapping my arm. “You got yourself accepted into BereaCollege. You are not indulging in drugs or alcohol and you are reading Psychology books and working on yourself. You have made a few friends. You need to say, Michael, I am proud of you.”

I hem-hawed and she kept at me. Finally, I did say, Michael, I am proud of you, and to my surprise I began to smile and feel a little bit better. There were to be many similar sessions and in time, my nurturing inner parent grew stronger and my critical parent’s hold on me weakened. Oh, he’s still there at times. We can all be attacked by fears, doubts, and other negative emotions during stressed out times when we are vulnerable and feeling weak and fragile. But we can also learn how to decrease those assaults and we can draw upon our inner resources, as well as spiritual resources, guides, and angels to help us as well. Now, I use some of the those same TA and Gestalt exercises with my clients.

We are all affected by our inner child, or children as some of us put it. If one doesn’t believe that children can become just as ruthless as the parents and society who can be their role models, they have but to watch the movie Lord of The Flies. Marooned

on an island in the middle of nowhere, the children learn to fend for themselves. They begin to imitate the behaviors they learned from their parents and role models and some of those behaviors became acts of vicious cruelty.

Those old parental injunctions and tapes can play in our heads for a lifetime if we don’t make some new ones. A few phrases from a negative critical parent can wound a child emotionally for life. A few examples are: You are a big baby or a crybaby. Big boys don’t cry. Stop being so childish. Be tough. Hold it in and the list goes on. Holding feelings in is probably one reason why many men don’t live to be as old as women.

Another movie that shows an out of control inner child is Fried Green Tomatoes. I love the scene where Jessica Tandy’s character is talking to Kathy Bates’s character who tells her she eats candy bars when she’s depressed.

“There is nothing wrong with having a candy bar,” Jessica tells her.

”Yeah, but what about when you eat ten.” was her response.

Just as our inner child has a fun-loving, spontaneous, affectionate, loving, sensual side, it can also be manipulative, seductive, and abusive and demonstrate all types of unacceptable healthy behaviors. Again, it all depends on how we were brought up. And yes, our past lives do affect us as well, and there is a place for past-life regressions and readings as well. I have had many and they were very helpful and I do a lot of past life readings in my own practice.

I say in my book Halfway to Heaven that the call compels the response. I know this to be true from personal experience. I think of the old Beatles song, Help me if you can I’m feeling down. I befriended many wonderful therapists and healers in my books as well as in person. I learned and listened to their stories, both personal and clinical and saw how lives were changed. New scripts and decisions were made and old worn-out beliefs were let go. Hearts and emotions were healed and lives were blessed.

My psychotherapist, who was also a shaman, and a psychic, told me one day. “Michael, spirit brought you to me to help you get in touch with your inner child once more and to help you learn to become a good and nurturing parent to him. Spirit also brought me to you to help you contact your inner ‘warrior’ who will protect you and teach you healthy boundaries and how to stand up for what is true and what is yours. We had some very intense sessions. As a matter of fact I would jokingly call them our graveyard sessions as we did some of our best work while taking walks in the SpringGroveCemetery in Cincinnati.

My father used to say if you stir your feet in horse manure (he used the s…it word) it’s going to rub off on you. One day at a grey hound bus station, I saw this man talking to himself while frantically picking up crumbs, pieces of paper and various oddities of sorts. I was filled with compassion and wondered what his mother or father said or did to him when he was a child to make him so neurotically obsessive-compulsive.

One of the things we can do as part of our healing process is to seek out heroes and try to emulate them. It is never too late to change no matter how old we are. Yes, old dogs can learn new tricks and stubborn horses can bend over and drink the water in their trough. When I heard the famous Love Doctor, Dr. Leo Buscaglia, whose book Love, became a best-seller, I was so impressed, that I stood in line for over an

hour to receive one of his full-body hugs. His eyes glowed like a child and he was so spontaneous and loving. I wanted to be like that. My voice teacher had a big twinkle in her eyes a lot. She would sing and dance and act like a big kid and she was in her mid-fifties. I wanted to be more like that. In time our friends, teachers, and healers do influence us. So yes, it is important to be mindful of the company we keep.

Like the James and Jongeward book’s title Born To Win, says we are all truly born to win. My social worker gave me a picture of her before she drove me to

college. On the back it said, Michael, you are born to win. Never forget that! That picture got me through many dark times.

One would never believe that I had such a horrible childhood upon meeting me and first appearances. I come across confident, buoyant, funny, and affectionate. But I have not always been that way. As I jokingly say sometimes, I had to pay my dues/do’s and my dont’s. When I was in my second foster home, I was so neurotic and hung up about sex, that I would blush and tremble at the mention of the word. I could not stand to be touched and heaven forbid anyone attempt to get close enough to hug me.

I came to learn that therapy works if we work it. It has taken many years for me to get where I am now. I am by no means completely healed and may never be. I have my dark nights of the soul like everyone else and there are days when dad’s old tapes and vicious injunctions will light into me and I wind up in tears just like that ten year old little boy I used to be. As I wrote about the Camelot sad scene a few paragraphs back, I could see that young man who ached for recognition from his father which he never received. The tears fell down my cheeks as I re-experienced that old pain. That experience was thirty-three years ago.

It is okay to relive sad memories sometimes. It can even be part of the cathartic healing process. The good news is that we can acquire new skills and tools to battle our demons when they come a callin as I like to put it. I used to say I must have been Hitler’s or Attila the Hun’s right hand man to earn a childhood with a father who was a monster most of the time. I have not chosen to see my past lives with him. I have chosen to forgive and love him in spite of everything terrible he ever said or did to me. For I do

not wish to have to come back and face him again. It took many years to realize that aspiration. There were so many long sessions in the therapy chairs. There were tears and yelling, and despair and nightmares were all part of the clearing and cleaning. I had to contact and own the hatred that I had for him. For years I tried to deny and repress it. My therapists taught me that I would never heal until I dealt with the hatred and all the pain despair, fear and face the horrible nightmares. My father would even haunt me in my dreams. In my first foster home, I saw an image of him one day while climbing the stairs. He was sneering at me and saying horrible things. I nearly fell down the stairwell. So, believe you me, it was no piece of cake or day in the park sorting through all of that muck and mire and clearing it out. But I knew it had to be done if I was ever going to be free and have any happiness or peace of mind. I had to go through the process before I could come to forgive him.

I was always deeply touched by the phrase in the New Testament where Jesus says to those who killed him, “father forgive them, for they know not what they do.” I made a vow when I was thirteen that one day, I too, would come to believe and live like that. I feel I am much closer to reaching that goal than I was then. I visited my father frequently when he was in the hospital recovering from triple by-pass heart surgery back in 1997. I would make him get up and walk around. I visited him many times when he contacted Parkinson’s disease and wound up in a nursing home from 1998 to 2004 when he died.

I frequently tell clients that what we sweep under the rug will come back to haunt us. Why not just sweep it in one big full sweep like a falcon soaring into the sky from the limb where he was perched. It is time to heal! Let us all embrace the process and complete it!

Like John Bradshaw and many others I have claimed and championed my inner child. I now laugh constantly and cry and do not repress my emotions. I find beauty, wonder and awe in nature and in the little and simple things of life. I sigh in joyous delight when the first bloom appears on my potted tomato plant. As I water my plants and flowers I talk to them and tell them that they are beautiful and a part of the sacredness of life. I cry when I hear the sad Italian opera arias and I burst forth into raucous belly gut laughter when I watch a comedy show or film. I lick the plate clean when I have gravy and mashed potatoes. I have Christmas decorations up every day in my living room and keep adding more. Yes, even in summer I will find some new additions at flea markets. I light up the lights some nights and lose myself in the magic of the bright dazzling colors. I love hugging trees, and babies, and men and women and boys and girls. I write silly stories, songs, verses and antics. And serious ones too. I sing in the shower and many other places. I giggle and light up when I find a penny, or a nickle. And sometimes I drop coins so someone else will smile as they pick up their new treasure. I give money to strangers and then give gratitude for all the blessings I have. And the beat and the song of life goes on!

I would like end on a lighter note. When you need a little boost think of that famous Christmas carol “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I love the line where it says,

And now I’m offering this simple phrase

to kids from one to ninety-two

I sometimes think of Phyllis Diller and her hilarious antics. The old Lucy and Carol Burnett and comedy shows remind me of the fun side of the inner child. Watching Lily Tomlin, Minnie Pearl, Buck Owens, Roy Clark, and Goldie Hawn on the old comedy shows makes me howl. I tip my hat and offer a toast to all of the bards, clowns, and merry makers who remind us that that little girl or boy is still alive in all of us. May we honor and cherish our inner child until death do us part and even thereafter. Below is a little piece I wrote many years ago.

Embrace the Child Within

I hold and embrace a newborn child. I look deeply into his eyes. For a

moment I forget the troubles of this world. I glimpse a world where

love and peace prevail. In silence the child imparts great truths.

Blessed be the children! They have so much to teach us. They speak to

the child we once were; the child that is pure innocence and love.

Why do we not learn from the children? Busy hurried adults

have forgotten how to play, how to cry, how to laugh. Great Spirit, I pray

that this baby in my arms will never grow old at heart. May he

remember the Fountain of Youth and take the time to journey there often.

May I learn to trust like the children. Great Spirit, let them not

forget that they are love. May they be spared hatred and fear.

Their hearts are pure. I need their love each day. Time does pass.

The sun must set at dusk said an inner voice to me. The storms do pass our way.

The rose will fade. At night everyone must sleep. One day Death

will embrace us. Her kiss is not bitter. She reminds us that we have

completed a journey. We will take leave of our bodies when Death calls.

Then again will we see clearly like the babe we hold in our arms.

Learn to see clearly. Learn to love everyone. You can realize peace

when you embrace the child within.

by Michael Dennis

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Sherri Cortland 7 years ago

So much wisdom in one little hub! Thank you for this.


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pearlmacb 5 years ago from Switzerland

Hi Mike, honestly im in tears...its no accident that I have come across your hub. Ive been praying last two days, for truth in my inner being...i can relate to your childhood, and today as a mother of two boys, i live a full life of love & self-respect thanks to my relationship with God!! ....early this year, i chose to nolonger listen to my inner child/girl, and said my goodbyes inorder to shut out the saddness. because It was effecting my parenting, and that my children need my focus & love, after reading this.... may explain the emptiness & misery that has slowly creeped up last few weeks! even though i dont believe in past lives, I really appreciate your wisdom, teachings & insights on such matters. I will have a look at that book you have recommened- "reclaiming and championing our inner child" Ive been in and out of therapy myself, and have found Jesus christ is my expert healer...and today I realise that the healing journey will continue, needs to continue, inorder for me to be the better version of me,gentle loving mother, sexy effectionate wife. Thankyou for this hub, and for sharing your life experiences, I pray that you will always be full of love & live & continue to bless others as you have blessed me today!!

on a side note: I too in my mid teens, use to read psycholgy books instead of partying ;) I struggled to connect with the "playfulness"..and still do! But every chance I get, I remind myself that im free, and allow myself to play silly with my boys...its healing:)

Blessings

Meg:)

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