Who were you, before you were told who you should be…?


“We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us.
We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see our destiny in grains of sand.
But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.
We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out.
We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible.
Told to act our age.
Told to grow up, for God’s sake.
And you know why we were told that?
Because the people doing the telling
were afraid of our wildness and youth,
and because the magic we knew
made them ashamed and sad
of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.”

– Robert R. McCammon

Who were you, before the world told you who you should be?…

It’s πŸ“Έ me, 9 years old: dressed as a “Gypsy-fortune-teller” for our school book character day,…My mum helped with the costume and the photo made the front page of our town newspaper! πŸ˜ƒπŸ€­ On that day, to my surprise, many children qued up in a long line for their chrystal ball “future reading”…The curious effect of a gypsy costume, a childs imagination and my netball covered in aluminium tinfoil proved to be quite amazing πŸ˜‚β€¦

In my 20’s, I ran a small business as a children’s facepainter. This special time, meeting and creating with many children around New Zealand, showed me the power and beauty of the child’s imagination…

It also helped me to heal and reconnect with my own Inner Child who believes in magic, endlessly writes and illustrates stories and poetry, walks barefoot everywhere and has a special friendship with pollinators and insects… πŸ˜πŸ¦‹πŸ›πŸ

What are some key moments in your childhood where through freedom to PLAY, IMAGINE OR CREATE, you seemed to intuitively know what made you happy and flowed naturally from your inner self?…

During my personal journey and in my work offering intuitive soul guidance, I learned how important a healthy relationship with our Inner Child can be…

When our child parts are feeling heard, safe, supported and loved, life feels more flowing and meaningful…

It’s important that we do not forget the special moments of our childhood…And we honour them by making time and space for our childhood innocence and dreams to continue in our adult lifeβ€¦πŸ’“

Who were you, before you were told who you should be…?

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4 thoughts on “Who were you, before you were told who you should be…?

  1. That was a truly insightful and observationally put together piece of writing. Explained wonderfully. When I visited my Nan as a child I would sing out songs and pretend to be playing the instruments. The Dave Clark Five song β€˜Bits and Pieces’ had my Nan roaring with happy laughter. I have carried this love of playing music throughout life. I learnt how to play guitar and still write songs. Actually? Did dream and chased seriously the ambition of being a successful musician. Trued it for ten years in my youth, then moved on. Now have pursued many different career or work choices. Music is still the medium I find most joy in still. Childhood is perfect for us expressing and letting loose our natural inherent love for something we can instinctively connect with. Thank you for these insights. Priceless.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful feedback. It makes me so happy to hear that your music has been with you since childhood – a guiding and powerful force of love and expression of your soul gifts! Wonderful! Happy playing 🎸 🎢 🎡 😊

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      1. PS: I remember the song “Bits and pieces” well! My Dad loved it. Growing up in New Zealand, it was one of his favourites to play really loud on his stereo and we all danced and jumped around happily! πŸ˜€ nice memories, and thank you, many blessings to you too 😊

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