The Other Side of the Rainbow

Rainbow

I was a child of Doubt. I don’t remember playing with imaginary friends or fairies. I don’t remember believing in angels or a Universal Life Force/God. But, I wanted to, secretly. Everything I was told was not “real,” I imagined to exist. Inside the silence of my mind I created tiny winged beings flying amid the flowers. In the dark quiet of my bedroom I felt the heavy breath of spirits lurking beside me while I tried to sleep. Sometimes, secretly, I talked to a God I was told did not exist.

I think some of us need to forget in order to remember. I forgot who I was and where I came from at an early age, before memory imprints itself into the folds of the brain. Many of us forget our true, spiritual selves by the age of 7. As we learn to live in the world of our parents’ and society’s creation, we shed the aspects of self that do not conform to our perceived surroundings. The spirit guides, angels and fey that we used to play and commune with disappear into the invisible realm as our eyes close to the brilliance of frequencies too high to sustain belief.

There are moments, filled with a desperate hope, when I wish I could bring it all back, not so much for me, as I am remembering now what I have forgotten, but for my children and all children of our world who are forgetting. I wonder, as I looked at my practical preteen who loves fashion and sports, what happened to my little girl who used to close her eyes in pure bliss while she played and danced with “Raina.” When did my little boy stop going to sleep in room filled with colors only he could see? I didn’t intentionally will my children to lose their connection to the world of Spirit, but somehow, with the help of the artificial world we live in, I witnessed my children let go of the rainbow of magic.

How do I bring back their access to the realm of Spirit? Our children are brought up to believe in magic that is not real, only to discover that Santa Claus does not slide down the chimney on Christmas Eve, the Easter Bunny does not bring baskets of chocolates and toys, and the Tooth Fairy is not the one who saves their lost teeth. We do.

I struggle to make sense of a world of hypocrisy, while trying to retrieve for my children the real magic of life. We live in a world that has learned to fear the unseen forces that move through and around us. We do not trust what we can’t see, so we pretend it does not exist. Yet most of us believe in a universal life force from whence we all came into being. Why, then, is it so difficult for us to believe in a universal energy of Love? Why is it so difficult to believe that we are surrounded by sentient beings who share the same life force energy, as well as our innate desire for balance and love?

I have photographed my children dancing with fairies in the summer rain. I have channeled reiki energy into their restless bodies when they have struggled with sleep. Yet, they doubt what they don’t see. They doubt what is not commonly talked about on the TV, in classrooms, or among friends. I see my children’s struggle, I share it too. I am the “weird” mother they are both in awe of, and somewhat embarrassed by. In some ways it’s much easier for them to call me a writer, than it is to call me a healer who talks with and channels Spirt in myriad forms. I get it, though. I was that child too.

 

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About Alethea Kehas

I am the author or a memoir, A Girl Named Truth, and the owner of Inner Truth Healing.
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8 Responses to The Other Side of the Rainbow

  1. alienorajt says:

    Oh, beautifully written – and I so agree. My son, too, has a weird mother: he knows, because I am quite open about it, that I am off to the Silent Eye weekend, that I do ritual work; he sees my robes and so forth – and hears me speak of things not obvious to the media world. I am hoping that some of it will seep into his soul by love’s osmosis – for, although I would never dream of trying to force him, it would be lovely if he were, at a later date, to find his own path to the Inner.

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  2. You bring up a very valid point that I too have thought of; the fact that so many believe in a Supreme Being, God if you will, who they cannot “see” but will brush aside anything else that is of the unseen. This past week I have been visiting and spending time with my new grandson, who is a crystal child, of that I have no doubt. I have seen and heard him “talk” to those in spirit in his baby way, and he and I communicate telepathically also. I hope that his parents will foster the uniqueness of this little crystal child – these are the ones who will open up our hearts and souls to so much love!

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  3. BloomLisa says:

    Alethea, I am so pleased to stumble across your blog this afternoon. I loved this post. I too struggle with lying to kids about Santa & the rest. I think it ultimately hurts their spirituality as in their eyes their is no separation from universal source energy, auras, chakras, the Easter Bunny or the tooth fairy. I too have sold this bill of goods to my kids about it all and now they are in it lock stock & smoking barrel. How do I explain it when the times comes? I too am the strange mother with her Oracle Cards, throwing Tarot Parties and calling the angels. Be well and many blessings to you!

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