I was 6 months old, gorgeous, cute as ever and travelling to Japan with my mother. When I got to my grandparent’s house, the first thing I can remember hearing my mother say is, “She is the most beautiful baby.” (Said in Japanese, but I understood every word.) Then I heard my grandmother say, “Yeah sure, that’s what every mother says, come on let’s have a look at her!”
My grandmother’s house, like all traditional Japanese houses, starts with a Genkan, an area where you take off your shoes and then you step up into the house. My mother took me to the Japanese living room area and lay me down on the Tatami mats. Within seconds three heads came towering over me, their intention was to see what I looked like so they could make their opinion of me. It felt imposing and suffocating and full of judgement so I screamed and cried. This behaviour certainly made them think I was not a nice baby, but it worked as they moved away and I had space to be and breathe. Little were they feeling, and honouring, my sensitivity, which I now understand was my clairsentience.
I can remember a time when I was a little older, probably about 1 year old and I was in my grandmother’s arms. She was so proud of me and loved being a grandmother. She had me on her balcony upstairs and was attempting to feed me a big juicy grape from her grape vine. Everything about this moment was beautiful, the gorgeous sunny day, and the warmth and joy I felt from my grandmother. Just being with each other was really lovely. I remember how juicy and sweet the grape was and my grandmother thoroughly enjoyed watching me eat this grape as she bit into it first and peeled some of the skin away, I sucked on the juicy part.
My mother was a young woman and moving from Japan to Australia was a big move for her both culturally and with English as a slight barrier of communication. My mother’s first few years, after having me, were quite stressful, and she was a nervous wreck most of the time, with no close family or friends around her for support. I remember feeling how uncertain and anxious my mother always felt.
Most afternoons when I was tired and craving connection, I cried and cried a lot – until my father walked through the door. Feeling his presence, I instantly stopped crying. When he picked me up, his calmness and his scent were very reassuring. My father’s energy was soothing, it was grounding, and it was solid and I felt safe in his arms.
Now as a mother, I am blessed with a gorgeous beautiful son that I can learn so much from. The qualities of sensitivity, presence and power were all there within me when I was a baby and I can see these qualities in my son too.
There was a time I got quite emotional over an altercation I had with my husband and feeling this energy of being wound up and emotional was definitely not supportive to myself as a mother or to my son who I was breastfeeding. Confirming how aligned our bodies are to divinity, he vomited up my milk straight after having a feed.
There have been moments when my son was not feeling well and I could hold him in my arms and remind myself to surrender, allowing my body to drop into stillness. He would naturally let go and fall into a restful sleep. When he feels my energy, my presence as being calm, solid and still, he feels safe and he can let go. This has happened on many occasions, showing me how sensitive and responsive he is to energy.
Knowing how clear and clairsentient I was as a baby and a young girl and feeling life from my feelings first and from my body, I can see these attributes within my son.
On many occasions he has observed life around him and not taken it on but stays with himself and his feelings, confirming what he is feeling is what he is seeing around him.
Recently he had a soft toy in his hands when there was some tense words spoken in the house between my husband and I, he gently came up to both of us and went to hit us with his soft toy as if to say, “stop it mummy, stop it daddy, enough now.” And when there is harmony in the house between everyone, my son is joyful playing with his toys and being himself; it’s so gorgeous to feel and see him like this.
Another example of my son’s clairsentience is when he could feel I was a bit rushed in the morning, and my movements were all over the place. And because he’s at an age where he can’t say too many words or express himself with words, he communicates himself in other ways. He will start to whinge and showing signs of wanting attention, getting stroppy and not eating his breakfast. He may even start climbing up on his table, which will definitely get my attention. After disciplining him to get off the table, explaining to him that it is dangerous and he could hurt himself, I realise it’s his way of wanting connection.
After we talk and I pick him up for a cuddle, he’s back to himself again and so am I, allowing myself to be present with myself and him. It’s a beautiful feeling and connection to have with my son. Once connection has been established, my son is obedient to me asking him to finish his breakfast and get his shoes ready. The morning flows and we both move around each other harmoniously.
As a young woman and a mother I have been re-connecting back to my feelings, and my clairsentience. It has been the foundation to how my husband and I parent our son; always feeling what is needed. No Google page or parenting book can tell us things we can’t already feel and know within ourselves. This is the power of our clairsentience.
We all have true feelings to connect to, and we can all let our clairsentience guide us in every aspect of our lives.
“Clairsentience is a living faculty of the inner-light that is naturally within us all. It is a precious expression that unifies and proves that we are one.” Serge Benhayon The Way It Is, p 176 .
By Leah P., Australia