How I discovered the Psychic Senses of my Child

The light filtering through from another dimension (Image courtesy of worldofmiri.com)

Supernatural senses bring great responsibility

l will never forget the day the guidance started coming in. I stopped at the local library and browsed the displays aimlessly. I did not know what I was looking for, but I felt drawn to a particular section and picked up a book called ‘Psychic Kids’ by Sue Bishop, published in 2012 by Allen & Unwin.

How intriguing!

I had never read anything along the lines of the mystical, but I loved fantasy literature. This book seemed like a good pick. I went home and binge-read it in a day. The next day, I returned. I found my section and more books along the same lines. I spent weeks reading. A whole new world opened up to me; encounters with spirits, near-death experiences, kids with invisible friends, spirits that roam houses, angels among us, messages from the afterlife, auras, mediums, spirit guides; you name it.

I was fascinated. Not that I believed any of it. But the content was captivating. Most of the books stated there were no coincidences in our universe. However, I did not attribute this to my life.

I would soon know differently.

Guidance always has a reason

A year after moving to Australia, we got a cat called Pauline. She was tiny, gorgeous and cheeky. At night, she would sneak into the kids’ beds to sleep there. She preferred our seven-year-old son’s bed and the two of them developed a strong bond. Unfortunately, Pauline had to be put down because of tick bites two years later. Our son was devastated. He was inconsolable for a month. Then, the weeping stopped. Upon inquiry, he said everything was fine again; Pauline was back sleeping in his bed as before. She also helped fight off the people that were in his room at night. I did not think much of it as the whining had stopped and there was one less item to worry about.

I could have made a connection between the books I was reading and the stories our son was telling. But I didn’t. These things happened elsewhere, didn’t they? Not in our house.

It was school holidays and dear friends from overseas came to stay. I shared stories of my books which led to discussions about the spirit world. I felt excited because I could share my thoughts with someone. In contrast to me, my friend had been raised with the concept that spirits — aka our souls — forever existed as energy. She believed in reincarnation. It was the first time I spoke to someone about this new world and it felt thrilling.

When school restarted, I noticed our son was tired, exhausted, and depleted. He lay around on the weekends not doing anything. He was not visibly sick. But he was not well either. Observing him, I felt prompted to ask him about his nightly experiences, driven by my own curiosity.

We were sitting on the couch. It was bright day and I remember saying, “What about these people coming to your room at night?”

He flinched. He clearly did not want to go there. It did not feel good to him. I persisted, “Is there anyone there?”

I had read in my books that it was possible to communicate with the spirit world. Some people hear them in their mind. This was called clairaudient. Spirits can send messages, for example via electronics, because that is what they are as well: energy — often attracted to other forms of energy.

I asked again, “Can you call them? Can you ask their names?”

I was excited. For me, this felt like an excursion to a fun park.

I had no idea what we were meddling with.

Our son trusted me and finally agreed to ask. He closed his eyes and went quiet. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again. He was reluctant to speak. He mumbled, “There is one.”

I was thrilled. In my opinion, this was awesome, so I pressed on, “What’s his name?”

Our son went back to ask. The answer was, “Fridolin.”

What a funny name, I thought. It’s an old German name. Maybe some Fridolin lived in this house before? I was so keen to find out that I even asked the neighbors a few days later. They had no idea, but gazed at me as if I had gone mad. I realized not everyone was as excited as me to find out about the spiritual world. I could not relate; if there was a whole different universe out there, of course we should explore!

Our son was getting even more tired and I started worrying.

It was as if his life energy was bleeding out of him.

We sat on the couch once more and I asked him to call Fridolin. I had to know what was going on and I figured Fridolin would know best. This time we found out that there were two other spirits with him. Fridolin wanted to cross some type of bridge with one of them but the third one kept them from going there. Fridolin asked if our son could help them to cross the bridge.

I thought this should be an easy task. After all, our son could talk to these spirits, so he should know how to do this. But of course, our son did not have a clue. He also lacked my enthusiasm. This should have been a clear warning sign for me, but I would not give up. For a few days in a row I asked him to explore the options of how he could possibly help Fridolin and his friend.

The more I asked and pressed the quieter our son became.

He looked depressed.

I still did not make the connection, but I knew I had to get outside advice.

A psychic child is still a child — and needs guidance

My friend connected me with her aunt in South America who was a medium. I emailed her. This is what came back.

“These situations bring in discomfort; but keeping calm, asking for help from the High and having faith are the first and most important steps to take. I have an intuition that this contact has to be cut as quickly as possible through appropriate help.

Your son is still a child. The situation is causing suffering and discomfort to him and these are not good signs.

Do not try to get in touch with Fridolin. It is not a good plan to help Fridolin and I think it is not through your son that solutions have to appear. Seek help from a Spiritual Institution.”

I was stunned. Apparently, this situation was not ours to solve. I had to acknowledge we did not possess the knowledge or experience to go down this path. I also had to acknowledge that our son was still a child and that it was my responsibility as a loving parent to solve this.

We needed assistance.

Not all childhood companions are welcome

Silently, I must have asked for help because it arrived. A friend I confided in connected me with a lady she trusted. This lady was an energy healer and intuitive coach.

I made an appointment. Part of me was extremely curious and excited. The other part wanted help for our son and cast any remaining concerns aside.

I had never been in touch with a medium or an energy healer before, so I quivered with anticipation when I arrived at her door. Never had I imagined how quickly the stories in my books would turn into reality! I wanted to know all about Fridolin.

What I didn’t expect was this: the session focused on me.

She worked on the traumatic birth I had with our son and uncovered my non-existent self-love. She channeled, performed energy healing, and gave me a lot of homework. I was supposed to reconnect with my emotions and dive into my shadows.

I felt rather sheepish. Had I not come to seek help for our son? Timidly, I managed to ask about the spirits.

She smiled,

“Given that you are asking, I can let you know. There were three spirits present. I helped them all to move into the light. One of them was hiding; he obviously did not want to go. But he could not escape my attention. I triple-checked all around your son and finally, I spotted this spirit in a corner. He was very stubborn and did not want to leave at all. Finally, I managed to shift the situation. I sealed the portal that your son must have accidentally opened. Everything should be fine now.”

I left, content but stunned.

Had this actually worked? How had she done this?

On my way home, I stopped at school. It was pick-up time. I had not told our son about my appointment and was keen to find out if he had noticed anything.

When we were sitting in the car, I casually asked, “Do you feel any different today? Has anything changed?”

He beamed at me, “Mum, it’s as if a dark heavy weight has been lifted. I feel so light.”

I went quiet. Only then did I grasp his suffering.

I continued, “When exactly did this happen?”

“Just in the last couple of hours.”

I calculated the time. It matched the time of the healing. Our son was back to his energetic, happy self after this.

For me, this meant it was time to review my belief systems.

Since then, I have learned about the spirit world and continue doing so.

Most important, I have never again dismissed our children’s stories. I saw with my own eyes how impacted a human being can be by energies that do not belong in their field.

Luckily, we know where to get help whenever we are in need again.