I was awakened this morning by my husband shaking the shit out of me as he was telling me to watch the news report. As I turned over, bleary eyed and trying not to taste the nastiness of a serious case of morning mouth I had going on, I was shocked fully awake to see a wall of water/mud, cars, houses, debris washing over a foreign land. I hear the news reporter say that an 8.9 earthquake hit the island nation of Japan, and that a massive tsunami was washing away coastal areas and moving further inland.
I sat there silent, in shock, then asking my husband to pass me my phone so I could call my mom. After leaving a message for her and sitting dumbfounded by all I was watching and hearing, the spousal unit (to be referred from now on as "the SU") decides to tell me that our son woke about 10 to 15 minutes before the earthquake hit, came into our room, and curled up on the floor at the end of our bed to go back to sleep. He then asks me, "I wonder is L- was sensing the earthquake about to happen, because he has not done that for the past couple of years now." That one statement woke me completely up. And as I sat there fearing that my son's abilities were being shocked into overdrive by this huge disaster, I also wondered why I had not had a premonition about this myself. I had one about the the tsunami in Indonesia, but not with this. That bit troubled me, and I won't lie...it troubled me a lot.
About 10 minutes after the SU left for work, my son comes into our room again in tears asking for his dad. I told him that daddy had already left for work, and then asked him what was wrong. He goes on to tell me that he had a bad dream. Fear gripped me because I know that when I have extremely vivid dreams 9 times out of ten, they aren't dreams. They are visions. So, I told him to crawl into bed with me, and then I asked him what his dream was about. He said he saw ghosts. It was then I realized that this was just too much of a coincidence between his coming in our room a few hours earlier, and this dream to not to have had some type of connection to the disaster in Japan.
My son's young age and inability to deal with what he is experiencing had me concerned all morning. Me, his mother the one person who should be able to help him (especially since I went through what he is going through at his age, and just about all of my life)...I just don't know how to help him since I still haven't really learned how to deal with or truly cope with my experiences as well. I did the best I could do to comfort him by telling him that ghosts are nothing more than people. When our bodies die, we still live on in a spirit form. And that is what he was seeing. "Ghosts" can't hurt you, they can annoy the shit out of you, scare you, but they can't hurt you. He seemed to accept that bit of info and curled up next to me in bed while pulling his DSi out from under my pillow (don't ask me how it got there, but it wasn't there before he came into the room.
Anyway, when I dropped the kiddies off at daycare, I stopped by the Director's office to socialize for a bit, and for some weird reason I felt like I needed to tell them what happened to L-. Mind you, I don't normally go divulging mine or my family's paranormal experiences to people just because I get tired of being called crazy, or being told how me and mine will go to hell for it. But I trusted these two women. And I started with his experiences, then I went into mine, and then that of my maternal family members. They understood. They didn't look at me like I was crazy, or weird, they were shocked on a bunch of stuff, but they understood. The Asst. Director even said that her brother had "the gift" as well. It was at that moment that I really opened up and let everything come out. It felt good being able to trust someone enough to be able to talk about this stuff with them. Keeping it all inside was making me feel isolated and alone. But now I feel good knowing that I have someone who understands not only what I am going through, but what my young son is going through as well. Having someone there who will help him when he is emotionally and mentally worn during the day because of his special gifts, and will know that he is not just tired or frustrated with his peers or school work, makes me feel better that I got past my own hang ups and reached out trusting that they would accept me and my child and not condemn us.
With everything that is going on in the world today, all of this tragedy...We as people need to get past our prejudices, and preconceptions and reach out to those around us and learn to trust each other to help us get through these perilous times.
Love & Light Everyone!
