His People Are Blue

I've only told a handful of people this story because it's not really something most in our society subscribe to.  That's ok, everyone is entitled to their beliefs and their opinion.  I'm sharing now because it's an interesting story for one and it might be helpful to those who question our origins in the first place. I for one strongly believe in reincarnation, not the Buddhist type who believe you can come back as a fly.  Once human always human, at least that's what I thought.

Many years ago, my ex and I were in Pentiction for the funeral of a dear friend of my family's.  This woman was very spiritual and gifted with psychic ability, so it seemed fitting that one of her friends also attending the funeral, a practicing medium would agree to do a reading for me right there in the funeral home after the ceremony.

I questioned this and she explained, "what better place than this?"  I had not yet embarked on my own spiritual journey so I really had no idea about how spirit and the universe worked. She did.

The way she read was through psychometry.  This is the practice of reading using a belonging of the person being read for, in my case she used my wedding ring.  She went through the usual I've heard before.  Nothing she said was surprising except for the fact that I had never met this woman before in my life and before this day she had never known of me.

What really convinced me of her abilities, and not until later when we arrived home from Penticton, was the story I'm about to tell you.

My son has issues.  When this reading occurred he was still in preschool, maybe just going on four maybe five, I would have to check when the funeral was to be sure but it's really irrelevant to the story, just know he was very young but old enough to communicate.  We had been to different doctors trying to figure out what was wrong with him, he just didn't seem normal.  If there is such a thing with kids these days.  In comparison to kids his age he was delayed.  He was also fearless and unbelievably active, he was a handful to say the least. And had the uncanny knack of knowing when I was talking about him even if he was outside and out of ear shot he would always show up and hover whether I was talking to the neighbour or on the phone with my mother, he always knew when I was talking to him. 

I even tested this theory.  I was talking to my mom for a length of time and purposely didn't mention him or his name.  Then I switched the conversation, let my mom know what I was doing. I watched out the bedroom window on the second floor, he was playing quite actively with the neighbours kids in the playground behind our townhouse in New West.  After about a minute of me talking to my mom about him specifically he stopped what he was doing and walked into the house as if guided by some invisible force.  Next thing I know, he's standing next to me, not saying anything just there in the room with me listening.  This happened time and time again.  Not the "I'm on the phone and NOW you need to ask me something" situation, he would just listen to what I had to say about him. 
The medium described my son as if she knew him well she new about the phone thing, she even saw his blue teddy bear and his matching blue blanket, (baby blue is the best way to describe it) he went everywhere with Blue Bear, it was given to him by my father in law the day he was born.  Blue Bear still to this day exists if only as a memento to his childhood.  He will be officially a teenager in just over a week. Blue Bear has reached retirement age now to convince my son of this.

What she asked me to do when I got home and had a quiet moment with my son was to ask him what colour his people were.  Seemed like an odd request but she believed that he wasn't from this galaxy and that this place is too slow for him but he's here to learn from us as a human.  He's struggling to adjust to this planet and being human.  So shocked as I was to hear my son might have been an alien I should have thanked the crazy lady and left.  But I didn't because it really rang true to me.  I got goose bumps and for me that's a sign that something I'm hearing is correct, to heed what I'm feeling and being told.

I had my opportunity to ask him that night after his bath.  He was lying on my bed as I toweled him off to get him in his pajamas.  He was quiet relaxed and I stopped and looked at him.  I asked him point blank "..what colour are your people?" He looked up at me and after a brief moment of silence, smiled, all he said was "blue".  He didn't ignore the question he didn't think it strange he didn't question why I was asking all he said was "blue" The exact colour the medium told me he would say. 



Funny, reading this now and knowing him and what he's been through, how he thinks and processes information even the "experts" can't fully understand him and why he is the way he is.  They chalk it down to immaturity, I think he's really still figuring out this human existence.  He's so full of questions about EVERYTHING and will ask the same question a few different ways until he understands.  His brain is wired differently that's obvious and yes his official diagnosis is ADHD and yes he is medicated during the day to help with focus.  My son without his medication is a nightmare to deal with, and even his saintly patient mother can only take so much.

He's here in human form to teach me how to be a better mother and person, to ascend to a higher level of patients and tolerance.  Anyone in his midst is almost forced at gun point to be patient with him.  It's not an easy task believe me this kid is annoying at times.  But so kind and lovable, funny and so smart on a whole different level, one that is not easily measured.  I'm sure however there are those you you reading this and thinking "yup she's lost it" I assure you, I'm of sound mind and this is this only explanation I have been given that even remotely explains why he is the way he is.  I know ADHD kids who are relatively normal, one of my son's friends is ADHD as well and I can tell you this kid is normal, even he has trouble at times understanding my son and they have the same diagnosis.

The funny thing with all this is the social stigma.  My sister told me after I initially told her all of this not to tell too many people because I'm going to come across as crazy, well at the risk of sounding like a complete loon here you go, the story of my son.  Believe it if you want, think I'm crazy if you want it's really of no consequence to me I'm entitled to believe what I want just as much as the next guy.  I've told this story to my son and he thinks it's hysterical.  Of course he doesn't remember telling me his people are blue, he was too little but he gets a kick out of it now and it doesn't bother him, like I said he thinks it's funny.

I have a challenge for all you parents of young children, preschool age is best.  When you have a quiet moment and they seem placid.  Ask your child "what colour are your people" I bet you'd be surprised at their answer.  If they question you or think it an odd request, they are likely human and probably pretty normal if they seem not quiet as normal as you would expect then maybe, just maybe they are visiting from another universe and it is you who have been granted this gift and have a very big lesson to learn. 

After all, it is with great arrogance that we believe we are all alone in our universe.

With love and light, always,
Tammy.

Belief

One of the purposes of belief is to give us hope.

You are what you believe and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that as long as what you believe is not used to judge, condem or harm others.  You can not shove your beliefs down the throats of others and you must be accepting and tollerant of the beliefes of others as long as their beliefs in turn conform to this simple rule.

When we cross that line we create conflict in the name of our beliefs.  When we justify our bad behaviour in the name of our beliefs we are ultimately wrong.  No question about it there is nothing good about hurting others in the name of our beliefs.  They stop being a tool of hope and become a tool of destruction be it physical or mental/emotional.  When your beliefs cause hurt you are no longer being true to the purpose of your belief.

I've given a lot of brain space to the content of this subject and what I can surmise is this.  No matter what you believe you are entitled to believe what you want.  You are neither right or wrong any more than the next guy.  You are not entitled to condem your neighbour because they do not subscribe to your beliefs but rather are expected to accept and embrace your differences.  You were not put on this earth to judge the beliefs of others but to monitor your actions based on your own beliefs.

I find it quite disturbing to hear intolerance by individuals who claim to have firm beliefs yet can not fathom the possibility that someone else may not actually subscirbe to their set of beliefs and therefore must be evil and wrong.  They are not wrong they are just different.  And certainly not for you to judge and condem.  Who's to say it isn't you who is wrong?

As I mentioned in the begining the purpose of belief is hope.  When your beliefs cause harm they are no longer valid beliefs but the opinion of your own ego.  When your ego over whelms your belief then you are no longer in seach of hope but rather guided only to elevate your own ego and abandon the essence of your belief most times without realising it.

Hold true to your beliefs, do not judge or condem others for theirs and when faced with injustices from others in the name of their beliefs know this.  They are no longer guided by their beliefs but by their ego and that is not conducive to their beliefs but rather and indication that they have abondoned the essence and nature of their beliefs for personal gain.  They are not as enlightend as those individuals who hold true to their beliefs and not let ego get in the way.  Be sure of this, if you can face an ego driven individual and not fall to your own ego, you are a highly evolved individual and you will always have hope.

In love and light, always.
Tammy.