This post is just on random things I have been noticing but have not had time to write about.
It has become clear to me that my middle child, who is about to turn 5 in January, is definitely a starchild. He Remembers and is telling us about it.
For a few weeks now he has been calling people “humans” and does not associate himself with the word “human” at all. In fact, he gets very serious about how he is NOT a human.
For example, yesterday he wanted to play with his new tent. I was telling his daddy that it was two person tent. My son said to us afterward that he wanted to sleep in it but thought he couldn’t. He said, “But it is only for humans!” My husband and I laughed and said, “You are a human”. He said, “I am NOT! I want to sleep in it but I’m not human!”. We asked him who humans were and he said, “Not me. I’m a kid”. So we assumed he meant humans = adult. He refused that explanation, too. We just let him not be a human and joined him by saying we weren’t humans either but we can sleep in the tent because non-humans can sleep in it, too. 🙂
My children keep referring to me as an alien. I finally asked why and my daughter said they were playing a game. I asked what I looked like and my son said, “You look like you but it is not really you. You put on a costume that looks like you do now”. I asked him to explain. He showed me. He said, “You put on your body, like this” and then pretended to put on a body. I laughed because he is so right! He couldn’t tell me what I looked like underneath.
My middle son has been telling me about his dreams lately. He knows I “leave my body”, as does his sister, but he has never talked about his dreams. Then a few days ago he went on and on about one of his dreams. He said, “I was in our house mommy but it was empty and it was REAL! I walked around for a while and there was nothing in our house but it was REAL, mommy, real!” He continued to tell me how it was real. I asked him if he flies and told him I fly in my dreams. He said, “No, I walk I think”. I asked, “Do you have legs?” He thought really hard and said, “No. I think I float”. Bingo!
My daughter has been asking questions lately, too. She asked me one morning, “Mommy, what is real?” Now I know she knows the difference between real and make-believe but this was a question brought on by a conversation about ghosts. She likes to ask questions about them. We had talked a while about ghosts and then I forgot about it. Then she asked what real was. I asked her to think about it. She has not gotten back to me but I am sure she will.
Besides my children who constantly amaze me, my older sister called me yesterday. She never calls me. We had just spent time together over the holidays and had a really cool conversation about the show Ancient Aliens. She and her husband believe the same as me, which really shocked me. We had fun talking about it among other things. Then, when my sister called me, she said, “I was really attracted to your energy when we were at Mom’s house. Your energy was different. I don’t know how, but it was nice. You seemed really, really happy.” Now I didn’t have this experience at all. I was struggling with intense energy surges the whole time and kept to myself. However, when I was interacting with my family I felt really high and happy and was talking very, very fast and excited-like. I don’t know why. Maybe I am happy? What a thought.
Intense Heart Issues
One more random thing. After a week of being a sloth-person I decided to visit the gym. I go at least 4 times a week. It’s my escape and I physically push myself which is kind of like meditation for me because I can’t think when I am working out. Anyway, on the way to the gym my heart was pounding and burning through my chest non-stop. It continued while I was lifting weights and I had to cut my workout short because my heart would not stop and it sent me into anxiety/panic attack mode. On the drive home it continued but the closer I got to home, the less intense the energy until it just completely calmed down.
The thought came to me that maybe I should not be going to the gym. This is not the first time I have had this thought. This is also not the first time my heart has been crazy on the way to and during my workout. It seems to be screaming at me to not go there. But I like going to the gym! 😦