Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
This is the song I have been singing in my head most of the day. I began to sing it after thinking about the children growing up today. I feel sorry for them. Bombarded by so much information all the time. Such easy targets.
If you want to truly know the state of the world today -observe the children. What are they doing? How do they spend their time? How do they treat one another? How do they treat the Earth?
Children are reflections. They mirror everything. I see this in my own children, but as an educator and counselor I see it also in others’ children.
I have also been thinking about the ascension movement and its potential to affect the young, newly emerging “seekers”. I am so very happy that my awakening occurred before ascension had become “mainstreamed”, before people began openly talking and sharing their experiences. Yes, I felt alone and a bit “crazy” because I had few connections, but it forced me to rely upon my inner guidance rather than on the opinions and advice of others. This, for me, was crucial.
Had I awakened in my mid-twenties now I would have been a goner. No doubt in my mind. There is no way my fragile ego could have resisted. My four year journey through the dark night would have been doubled, maybe even tripled. I likely would have awakened sooner, too. That would have been worse!
Although I think it is great that people are less afraid to talk about their experiences, I see also the traps that lie in wait for the naive and unprepared.
I feel for the newly awakened. I pray they listen to their inner voice. I pray they are able to differentiate between their Higher Self and their Ego Self.
Sadly, I fear most will hear their Ego. They will hear what they want to hear. Just like I did. But because of the extent to which this spiritual awakening, this spiritual shift, is being spoken about, written about and shared globally, I sense an even larger hurdle is up and coming.
I see evidence of this all around me. I’m not pointing fingers. I’m just observing. I’m sad because I know the only way out is through. But worst of all is that they don’t even see it themselves.
I understand so much now about why I am so drawn to the little ones. We must protect them. We must teach them. We must prepare them.