Being
A Child Medium Or Child Of A Psychic Medium
Lessons On Being More Open To Our Children's Spiritual
Experiences
By Bob Olson
Many mediums recall having childhood experiences that indicated a gift of mediumship as early as age three.
Some mediums saw dead relatives in their youth. Others actually
carried on a conversation with these spirits. Still, other
children seemed to know things psychically that allowed them to
predict future events. Despite telling their parents about these
events, these childhood signs of a spiritual gift went unnoticed
by adults in almost every case.
The
few childhood incidents that hinted at Vicki’s gift are more
vivid in Vicki’s memory than in her mother’s. This is not
surprising since parents of gifted children often fail to notice
the signs of the child medium’s gift because they write them
off as common childhood behavior. This is especially true when
the parents do not share in the psychic gifts of their children.
Vicki’s
mother, Nancy, appears to have some advanced intuitive
abilities, but she does not see or hear spirits. In fact, until
about fifteen years ago, she didn’t give the afterlife much
thought. Who would have time for such introspection with five
children running around (or four children up until the time
Vicki was eight, when her sister, Amy, was born)? Nancy admits,
“When you have four children, with so much happening, you miss
some stuff. I’m sure there were signs of Vicki’s gift when
she was younger, but I don’t remember them. I don’t say this
with guilt; I’m just saying there must have been some signs
that I probably just thought of as cute and funny.”
Nancy
did recall a couple happenings that she considered odd. “There
was one incident when Vicki was ten or eleven. We were looking
at old papers that I had stored, and we came across the
children’s baptism cards. Vicki said to me, ‘I remember the
man who baptized me…’ then Vicki described this small
elderly man in a brown Friar Tuck-like robe with a rope around
his waist. She said he had a long beard, was stocky and had
sandals on his feet.” Nancy laughed softly as she continued,
“I, too, was at the baptism, and that’s not the same man I
saw. The minister who baptized all four of my children at that
ceremony, including Vicki, was over six-feet tall, blonde,
clean-shaven, and a physically fit young guy in his mid-thirties
wearing a black robe. I remembered him clearly because he was a
pretty darn good-looking guy,” she giggled.
“Vicki
was only about four years old at the baptism, so when she told
me this story at age ten, I just thought she was being cute. The
man she described was so far off from the truth…” Nancy
trailed off, her thoughts floating off in the distance. “I
thought she was just being a kid,” she finished.
Vicki
recalls the baptism like it was only yesterday. This isn’t
surprising since memories of spiritual occurrences are usually
more vivid than memories of normal everyday events. Whether it
be childhood incidents where monks appear instead of ministers,
“visitation dreams” where deceased loved-ones come to say
hello while we are sleeping, or near-death experiences where
people die, cross-over into the afterlife and then return back
to life, the distinct memories of these experiences seem to
never fade with time. Vicki has described the baptism story to
me a multitude of times, but she never sways in her articulate
recall. Here is how she once described it to me:
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As a four-year-old standing at the
alter to be baptized, and after my two brothers and one
sister had taken their turn, I stood up, raised my head,
and to my surprise an old, matronly looking monk with
several monks on both sides of him, stood staring down
at me. He smiled and held my hand in his. I hesitated
slightly, but it felt right somehow so I wasn’t
scared. The monk spoke softly to me, telling me that the
scene was mine alone to behold, although I didn’t
understand what he was talking about at the time.
He then reached into a large stone bowl
of water, and with his thumb he pressed against my
forehead as he repeated the word ‘Sight’ several
times over. I felt such a sense of calm at the pressure
of his hand on my forehead that I almost fell asleep
standing up. I remember stumbling backward a bit, and
when I reached out to get my balance, the hand that
reached out to me belonged to a 35-year-old blonde
minister rather than the monk. The monk who had, for
lack of a better word, ‘christened’ me, was now
gone, including the monks who surrounded him.
It
wasn't until weeks later that I told my mother about the
old monk. I don’t think she had any idea what I was
telling her. And it wasn’t until I was ten that he
visited me again.
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Following
this unusual baptismal event, Vicki continued to be an ordinary
young girl for the next six years. It wasn’t until the age of
ten that, as she mentioned above, another exhilarative episode
took place. This time, a bout with scarlet fever initiated
another visit from her bearded-monk friend. Here’s how Vicki
described it to me:
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As I have mentioned previously, it wasn't until the age of
10, as a fourth grader, that I saw the monk again. This
time, however, the circumstances were different. I was
diagnosed with scarlet fever. For ten days I was
isolated from my family. The words I overheard from
adults talking were, ‘possible blindness,’ ‘brain
damage,’ and several other possible consequences that
echoed through the hallway. I noticed a lot of relatives
were now visiting who rarely came to visit. I concluded
that I must be dying.
One
night, after a long day with a high fever, I began to
feel sorry for myself. I remember wondering if I would
ever feel well again, that maybe I really was going to
die. It was then that the monk with the long beard—the
same monk from my baptism—appeared at the foot of my
bed. He was standing, actually more like hovering, there
looking at me. I
couldn’t see his feet; his hands were wrapped into his
cloak; and his face was partially hidden by his hood.
I
can't say that I didn’t feel some fear this time; I
was definitely afraid. As he moved closer and leaned
over me, I realized that I couldn’t move, like I was
paralyzed. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t do that
either. Then he sort of sighed and it felt like his
breath touched me. It actually felt like his breath
cooled my fever. I just laid there in my bed unable to
move.
The
monk then reached out his hand and touched my forehead
like he did at the baptism. Again, he whispered,
"Sight," before smiling at me and then
floating away. Then he just disappeared. I remember
sitting up and feeling like my fever was gone. Then I
just went to sleep.
The
next morning when I got up, I ran into the kitchen where
my mother was making me some tea. I remember asking her
if I could have something good instead of tea because I
was starving. She just stared at me in disbelief. I felt
great and was running around like normal. It wasn't
until later that evening when I sat down to dinner with
my family that I told them about the monk returning.
Nobody said anything, but my mother looked at me and
squeezed my hand. I felt like she believed me, this
time.
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Wouldn’t
that be a nice story if Vicki’s mother, Nancy, finally
recognized that her daughter’s “fairytales” were real? But
this is reality, folks. Nancy told me that she remembers Vicki
telling her about the monk after the scarlet fever mysteriously
disappeared, but that squeeze on the hand had “patronize”
written all over it. I can just imagine the wink Nancy must have
given her husband, Charlie, as she responded to little Vicki,
“Sure, honey, I’m sure he is
the same man you saw at your baptism.” And then I’ll bet she
leaned over and whispered to Charlie, “Wow, that was some
fever…”
I’m
kidding, of course. But Nancy did admit to me, “I really
didn’t think much about it. I assumed it was either the fever
or she was just being a kid.” If you are wondering, “How
could Nancy not pay attention to that?” The answer is simple:
We all know, even if we don’t have children, that parents
listen to thousands
of stories every week from their children. Imagine Nancy with five
little rascals running around. It is hard enough paying
attention to their basic needs; are most parents supposed to be
on the lookout for mystical encounters as well? Maybe if your
Dana Sculley or Fox Mulder from The
X-Files, but mothers like Nancy often use up all
their energy just trying to handle life on this
side of the ethereal barrier.
It
is important to note that most children are much more “in
tune” with their psychic abilities than adults, probably
because they haven’t yet been trained
to trust and rely on their other five senses more than their
sixth sense. Just the fact that children have not been away
from the spirit world long may also be a factor for their
increased awareness.
It
is not uncommon for children to see and talk with their
spirit-guides or the spirits of deceased relatives (even if they
aren’t guides). Yet, many parents write this off as their
child having an “imaginary friend.” I heard of one mother
who recently asked her son who he was talking to all the time.
When he named, and accurately described, his grandfather, the
mother questioned further. Within fifteen minutes, her son told
her several details about his grandfather. The interesting part
was that the boy’s grandfather had died before he was born.
Even more amazing, the parents had never talked about the
grandfather in front of the boy because they thought he was too
young to understand the concept of death. I guess the boy had a
more discerning understanding of the afterlife than his parents
realized.
Children
may also retain memories of their past lives. I have a friend
whose daughter often makes off-the-cuff remarks like, “No
Mommy, Sandy’s not your
sister, she’s my
daughter,” and “Mommy, Nana is my
mommy, not yours.” This three-year-old has been making these
comments ever since she could talk, usually correcting her
mother for stating these relationships erroneously. The mother
always considered the comments “child’s talk” until I
began telling her of similar stories. It was after my narration
of these stories that she confessed her own daughter’s
account. Today, she no longer debates these associations with
her daughter, accepting that they are both
correct.
So
what happens when you grow up with a mother who understands
matters of the spirit and isn’t afraid of them? You end up
with children like those of Vicki and Bret: Ryan, Josh,
Adam and Amelia. Over the last couple years, I’ve had the
privileged opportunity to know them and interview them on this
subject. What they have to say about spiritual matters speaks
volumes.
I
initially interviewed Ryan and Josh, Vicki’s eldest sons, only
ten months after first meeting Vicki. At the ages of fifteen and
fourteen, respectively, these boys were still willing to talk
openly about their spiritual experiences. I interviewed Adam
(age thirteen) and Amelia (age eleven) more recently. At these
ages, it is difficult getting much more than “yes” or
“no” answers. I suspect it would have been more difficult if
I interviewed them with their older brothers over two years ago.
Still, like their older brothers, Adam and Amelia had no
hesitation talking about their experiences with spirit, which
were quite insightful. I believe most children their age
wouldn’t understand
half my questions, never mind give me insightful answers.
Ryan
told me about visitation dreams where he has been visited by his
grandfather and his Aunt Heather (Vicki’s younger sister who
died in an auto accident). Like most visitation dreams, Ryan
says these dreams are very clear and in color. “After I dream
about them, I feel like I just saw them so they aren’t really
gone,” said Ryan. “I feel like they are visiting me in my
dream,” he added, “and it makes me feel good to know they
are around.”
His
brother, Josh, has seen his grandfather the same way Vicki sees
spirits. “Our Papa is around. I’ve seen him. Sometimes he
just walks by and, a second later, he disappears.” I asked
Josh if he was scared when he saw his grandfather. “No, it was
comforting. Knowing he is still here is very comforting,” Josh
told me.
Josh
said he sees his grandfather two or three times a year. So I
asked Josh about the first time he ever saw him.
“In
the old house before this one, we had a desk in my room. I woke
up to go to the bathroom and Papa was just sitting on the small
desk. Neither of us said anything. He was wearing a cloak with
sandals and his skin was a blue color; I don’t know why. I
waved to him as I walked to the bathroom and he waved back. It
was as if I see him all the time. I guess I expected he would
still be there when I got back. When I returned, he was gone. It
wasn’t a dream; it was definitely real, but at first I
wondered if I was dreaming. Then I realized I was awake and I
was happy to have seen him,” said Josh.
Adam
shares the family gift as well. Vicki expects that if any of her
children grow up to use their gift professionally, it is likely
to be Adam.
“I
saw a woman once,” said Adam, referring to a spirit he had
seen. “She was wearing white and was just sitting on the
couch. It was the middle of the day, so I wasn’t dreaming. It
was sort of scary, but sort of not because I knew from Mom that
she wasn’t going to hurt me. I just saw her for a few seconds
and then she was gone,” said Adam.
“Another
time, I was on the bus when I looked out the window and saw some
people riding like a carriage kind of thing with horses pulling
it. It looked like they were from a different time because of
the clothes they were wearing. It looked different than if it
were real people, but I couldn’t see through them like you
might expect to see through spirits. But then I asked my friends
on the bus if they saw them and they said they didn’t see
anything. So I figured they were ghosts or something,”
explained Adam.
Adam
has also had what I would conclude to be visitation dreams, but
he doesn’t recognize the people he sees. “It’s not anybody
I know,” said Adam. “I just see their heads and faces. I see
them real quick. It’s like they smile and then I wake up. I
don’t think they have a message for me, not that I can
remember,” he added.
Those
aren’t the only kinds of dreams Adam has experienced. He also
has premonition dreams now and then. “I often have dreams
where I dream something and then it happens in real life,”
said Adam. I learned that this is something the other children
regularly experience as well. Adam’s older brother, Ryan, told
me the same thing in my interview with him about two years
earlier.
“Sometimes
I dream of something and the next day I find myself doing that
exact thing, in the exact same situation,” Ryan told me.
Amelia, the youngest of the siblings, has had similar dreams.
“Sometimes
I’ll have a dream and then it will happen the next day. Or in
a week or so, I’ll remember that I saw those same people
before in my dream,” Amelia told me.
While
it is not uncommon that people experience this sort of
phenomena, Vicki’s children seem to experience it more often
than most. They don’t describe it as feeling like déjà vu,
but rather a premonition of what is about to take place. Déjà
vu is more of a “feeling” that something has already taken
place, a feeling of familiarity with a person, place or event.
What Adam, Amelia and Ryan have described is not just a feeling,
but a vivid memory of a dream that was more like a snapshot of
the future than a indescribable sensation.
Are
these kids just better able to remember their dreams, as if they
have an enhanced recall of their dreams, while most of us only
experience that thing called déjà vu? Or are many children
having these same experiences but nobody is interviewing them
about them or listening when they speak about them? Or finally,
are Vicki’s children simply more open to these experiences
because their mother has taught them not to push them away and
feel foolish or ashamed to have them and talk about them?
Perhaps the fact that Vicki talks to her children about such
phenomena, and that they acknowledge these events in their
conversations with her, allows them to both remember them more
and allow them to occur without pushing them away.
Amelia
has also seen spirits like her mother. “I had just gone to bed
for the night once when I saw my Aunt Heather standing near my
doorway. She was very clear and all white. She didn’t say
anything to me, but it made me feel good to see her. It made me
feel happy to know that she is still here,” Amelia explained.
Amelia
has seen other spirits as well. “Every once in awhile I see
quick glimpses of people walking by my bedroom door. These are
just people who are in the house though; I don’t know who they
are. It’s sort of scary because they walk by real quick and
then they are gone. A couple times I’ve got up and looked in
the hall, but nobody was there. Usually I don’t even look.
Sometimes, if I have to go to the bathroom, I don’t even go
because I’m scared to walk out of my room,” she said
laughing.
After
hours of interviewing Vicki’s children, and now having known
them for more than two years, I can tell you that Ryan, Josh,
Adam and Amelia are some of the most level-headed down-to-earth
kids you could ever meet. They achieve high grades in school,
are active in several extra-curricular activities, and are some
of the most polite and well-mannered kids I’ve had the
pleasure to know. So, in case you were wondering what effects it
might have on children to know that spirits exist and watch over
us, these are four healthy examples to indicate positive results
from such a childhood knowing.
Perhaps
we should be asking ourselves what the implications are for not
helping our children with their spiritual development. I’m not
referring to religion, necessarily, as most people do not
hesitate to expose their children to religious beliefs. Instead,
I am referring to the attention adults give to the spiritually
related experiences their children are having, regardless of
their religious affiliation or beliefs.
My
wife, Melissa, used to have an imaginary friend named Sally
while growing up. At least that is what adults taught her to
believe—that Sally was imaginary. It wasn’t until we had
begun learning that children often see and communicate with
spirits that Melissa realized her friend, Sally, may not have
been imaginary at all. It may have been that Sally was a
spirit-guide, or someone from the spirit world with whom Melissa
had shared a past life. I don’t know why some children have
relationships with spirits in their younger years, but
Melissa’s story is not uncommon.
If
your child is having conversations with someone invisible to
your eyes, don’t assume there isn’t really someone there. I
don’t mean to imply that children do not make up people in
their imaginations; I’m sure that many do. But my research has
indicated that many children, like the childhood version of Vicki
and mediums like George Anderson and Gordon Smith, have
seen or communicated with people not of this world. Vicki,
George and Gordon were taught by adults that such behavior
wasn’t acceptable. We can only speculate how things might have
been different had their parents been more open to the
possibility that their claims were not just imaginary, childhood
nonsense or “kids being kids,” but were real experiences.
Still,
parents cannot be held to blame for the reactions of other
adults when it comes to these matters. Teachers, neighbors,
aunts and uncles will all have an affect on a child when they
react to his or her claims of spirit contact. Children are
impressionable. This is how we learn what is acceptable behavior
in society. If enough adults tell a child that he couldn’t
have really talked to Aunt Betty at the funeral home because she
was laying dead in the casket, eventually that child will learn
to accept this as truth. Resultantly, these impressionable
children may begin pushing away their unacceptable visions or
communications with spirits because they don’t want to be
laughed at or seen as a freak anymore.
On
the other hand, Vicki’s children sway me to believe that even
one open-minded parent can have a positive effect on a child
that can offset the limiting beliefs projected by other adults.
When asked if they tell other people about what their mother
does for a living, all four of Vicki’s children admitted that
they are selective with whom they share this information. Every
one of them told me, in slightly different words, that “some
people are not ready to believe.”
The good news is
that society is undoubtedly shifting in our spiritual
consciousness. Today I have friends who—once rock-solid
skeptics—now watch John Edward’s television show, Crossing
Over With John Edward, ritually. Who would have
guessed? Plus, last year there were probably more bestselling
books on the subject of mediumship than on any other single
subject. What does it mean? It means that people’s minds are
opening to the possibilities. And with this societal shift comes
a change in attitude that will be passed down to our children,
if only subconsciously. For this reason, I don’t fret about
the limiting beliefs that adults spread to the next generation.
I simply trust in the process. I trust that everything is
working just the way it should.
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BOB
OLSON is a former skeptic and private investigator who has
researched evidence of life after death for approximately five
years. He now shares the spiritual insights, extraordinary
experiences and gifted individuals he has met along his journey
in order to bring hope, comfort and peace to the grieving. Bob
is the author of Win The Battle, co-author of Understanding
Spirit, Understanding Yourself and editor of
GriefAndBelief.com,
OfSpirit.com
Magazine,
& BestPsychicMediums.com.