How old were you, when you accepted you?
The only way to keep a house from being dinged-up is to not live in it.
For years I fought battles to keep my house appearing perfect. I'm not referencing a dwelling my family and I shared for shelter, I'm talking about keeping up appearances. Fitting in for the sake of “normal.” Which, for me, meant presenting myself as a happily married church-goer with two kids, a dog, a cat and menagerie of aquarium rodents. (Rest in peace, Ralphie, the best hamster ever.)
Yup, I pulled that one off for quite some time. Until it collapsed.
Discovering my kids had “special” abilities turned out to be the bittersweet icing on my personal wake-up cake. The message was simple: Stop telling your children to be themselves, when you are not.
However, as The Mystic has said before – there's a price to pay for everything, and rarely does it involve money. When someone decides to be authentic and live honestly in their house with dings and dents, they will discover who can handle it, and who cannot.
I asked The Mystic ...
How old were you, when you accepted you?
I've never had an issue about being so-called psychic. There's nothing to accept. It's normal for me, just as having eleven toes was normal for my friend and neighbor when I was a young child.
The thing I've struggled with accepting is my purpose -– what I have to do while I'm here. I've always known the gist of it, the broad picture, of which I'm a part, so to speak. However, when I was ten, I had a dream that wasn't a dream at all, which revealed my specific portion of the task in the broad picture. Let me say, it's a huge responsibility! It scared the hell out of me for forty years because I had no clear understanding of how to accomplish the task. I just knew the time would come ... and it almost has. I've accepted it.
To you parents of special children, ask your child if they know their purpose. They know the broad picture at the very least. It's the same for all of them.
To know and be yourself is one thing. To know and achieve your life purpose is another, it takes effort beyond talking about it.
I read what The Mystic writes sometimes with eyes as fresh as yours. Even though I've been acquainted with her for several years now, many of the questions I've asked are only a few days old, meaning I am sometimes surprised by the answers.
When I saw that she was overwhelmed by her purpose for forty years and she has never shared with me what that was, it made me wonder why it seemed to be a secret.
Truth is, not pursuing your purpose can be just as messy as a house, especially if time has been squandered to not achieve it.