'Sad Child' Image from www.pxleyes.com
I know... I don’t know how, but I KNOW... have you ever felt the
presence of knowledge, yet you couldn’t explain how, why, or when you became
aware of the information... It isn’t knowledge of a prediction, and it isn’t
looking into a crystal ball at the future and feeling certain about someone’s life...
it’s a knowing which magically hits you. The knowing can happen when a person
is talking, listening or simply stood in your company... or at an event and
suddenly you feel overwhelmed with information, feelings, opinions, beliefs and
views. You could be writing, watching TV, making plans... The information can be so extraordinarily strong,
that you know without doubt how another is feeling, what they need to do, and nine
times out of ten you’re able to execute a plan without hurting the feelings of
any sensitive soul... Back in the day my knowing was scary... but not anymore,
I know what I have to do. I truly believe this came from a whole childhood of
feeling inferior, and uncertain.
There is a beauty to uncertainty and I’d like to share with you what it
means for me... When you’re stuck in that moment, that frozen, dying, period when
you feel your losing it... stop... wait and feel the tick of time as it allows
you to hold on to permission to do something about your moment of truth... You
do not have to rush for anyone, time was made for all of us to relax in whilst
we made good decisions, and if you made a bad one, that’s ok to because
mistakes are made to learn from...
Lifting a clenched fist, rage overwhelms the whole of his being.
He stumbles...
A weird motion of uneasy slowness all around catches in his
throat, he realises this isn’t normal, this is not what normally happens, and this
is definitely not how it had gone before... what the hell was different?
The stupidest gaze lands on the baby, she turns and looks deep
into his soul... He flinches, anger stabs at him hard, and he raises his fist
higher. Anger at boiling point, he needs to vent, to let go... Baby blue eyes flood
with liquid, and her warmth strikes him. Reluctantly he lowers his hand, and picks
her up; insistently he lifts her high into the air. Her job is done...
As a child growing up in an uncertain world she knew
things... she knew stuff she didn’t understand,
she knew death was not the end, and for reasons unknown she also knew it was
simply a transition. She knew she was wise beyond her years, she knew a great
deal of information, information that was inexplicable in terms of how she could
have known such things at her young age. Knowledge gave her power, a power she
had always been aware of, but thankfully way back then she’d always felt the all
consuming power would remain with her always. The important thing through all of
this is that the knowing is, and would always be the truth. How she knew this
she couldn’t say... she just knew. The strange thing is it wasn’t just a clear knowing;
there were other things, things she would only be able to share as her journey
unfolded... There’s no rush, no need to worry, only a delightful sense of peace,
and calm.
