My intuitive and empathic skills increased throughout my tweens into teens. High school, 1969 freshman year, Vietnam, peace rallies, and walk-outs. We staged protests to end the war and refused to wear skirts or dresses to school. I was suspended for wearing pants to school. My mother was again a source of support and an ally in our efforts, in addition to coaching the ever-growing intuitive skills.
At 14, I was a bit of a wild-child, running with some crazy fun juniors and seniors getting into all kinds of mischief. I’ll spare you the details. Mom decided it would be best to keep me close, and sought out alternative extracurricular activities, which included metaphysical studies.
Knowing my skills, and having had several premonition-type experiences herself throughout life, she understood my needs and found appropriate avenues for my endless energies. Spirit led her to an esoteric awareness group that studied many aspects of metaphysics and spirituality. On weekends and some weekday evenings, she would sweep me off to meditation and discussion groups, metaphysical workshops, and seminars where my gifts were accepted and strongly encouraged. I am ever grateful for her strength, acceptance, and reassurance. For me, this was a homecoming. I found comfort in the kindred spirits of this group of people and blossomed in the accepting environment. It was a new beginning and time of great learning.
I participated in this group from age fifteen to twenty-five, until after my first child was born. Our group studies included The Seth Material series by Jane Roberts, A Course in Miracles by Helen Schucman, and Science of Mind by Ernest Holmes. We practiced a variety of meditation methods, attended seminars where we learned energy healing techniques, psychometry, shared stories and grew in abilities. It was a time of growth in all aspects of life, physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual.
The early years were novel, mysterious, exciting, and fun. It was a game for me. I learned to read auras and to understand what the colors and wave activity meant, trained in psychometric readings, and performed energy healings. As a teen, it was entertaining and cool. I practiced and played until life, marriage, and children consumed me. The skills and abilities fell to the wayside as I became immersed in adult life.
I still dreamt but remembered very little. There was too much going on in everyday life. Married to an alcoholic who would not get help, I made the decision to divorce and moved into single parenting mode with two babies. Paying attention only to the job of supporting my children, I worked long hours in an effort to make enough to take care of us. Two years late, I married again and discovered within the first year that this man also had addiction challenges, which he had kept hidden from me knowing I would never marry him had I known. This time around, I chose to stay in the relationship to try to work things out. I brought two more wonderful children into this world and went through the rehab process with this second husband several times.
During this time, I also became active in church and community, created and participated in support groups for women, meditated, and discovered confidence and strengths I had not previously known. In my mid-forties, I went back to school non-stop, completing a Bachelors in Arts, and a Masters in Higher Education Administration in under four years.
I blossomed, as did the metaphysical talents I’d set aside for so many years. Little did I know what the Universe had in store for me. Stay tuned.
“We are more than this…“