Psychic Mondez Durden | Psychic Children Are Children First

I remember when I was young. Being in large crowds were inconceivable to me: I intensely hated being around large groups of people due to being able to pick up on the overwhelming feelings of others which would sort of invade my body like a pandemic fever spread out over my whole being, infecting me with information I did not need nor want to know. And at six, I did not understand largely. I could sense thoughts, feelings, intentions; I could see images and people in my mind, but always these things came with pain and the feeling that I was somehow invading someone’s privacy. I was an interloper in the mind of others.

Yet it always felt as though I was the one being violated, as though my mind was unable to keep up with all the random thoughts and information that downloaded itself when I was in very large crowds. I would become nauseated and vomit or faint or at times lose my balance and stumble. This uncomfortable feeling of being too close to people whom I didn’t really know and the sickness that came with that created a phobia in time, where being in crowds of people simply was not done. My mother, being an attentive mother, did not fail to notice these panic attacks and began to keep me from crowds.

Aside from this memory of my childhood, I remember having, what now would be considered, very peculiar habits. I remember sensing that my mother, subconsciously, was very worried about my seemingly odd nature though she always attempted to seem unphased by my actions. It would make sense she would worry about the screaming and kicking I would do if talks about taking me to a shopping center or restaurant and all their crowds implied came about, anywhere I knew there would be or could be more than a dozen or so people in close proximity, not moving but sitting or standing in one place, thinking over their lives and past mistakes; there was also the tendency I had as a child to walk outside nearly nude and without shoes. In inclined weather or not, I felt a need to be close to the foliage that covered any wooded area I attended. The paws of my feet pressed up against the moist soil of a forest bed floor would feel as natural to me as some would sitting in a flat in a city center.

We had a big wooded area behind our house and I would always access it via a small hole in the backyard fence and strip off as much of my clothing as permissible by the weather and walk toward the hum of the forest, that place where my heart felt most at home. No one seemed to be able to hear this hum but me, but it was distinct and strong. I never knew where I would go as I followed wherever the hum would take me. Every day the direction of my feet would change depending on where the hum was. It would lead me to that day’s adventure of dead birds needing burying or newly blooming honeysuckle plants needing me to pay homage by plucking the some sweet nectar for me to sample. Back in my youth, a kid could disappear for an hour or so in the back yard or with his friends without tipping off an amber alert.. It was a peaceful time for me and a time that I most remember as feeling utterly connected with nature. Time has been unkind to that bond as I’ve largely grown out of those habits though I still never wear shoes out in the garden or when ever I can get away with it. I feel that life has changed only in the fact that now I’m aware that like many others in the world, I’m extremely intuitive. Not so special that I lack a true feeling of normality in my life but simply I’m clairvoyant and telepathic and I was never led to believe that I somehow was different.

I do believe we all have some innate or latent potential for psychic ability. But not everyone is born with an innate talent that works at a proficient and so this makes my experiences unique from those who’ve never picked up on the thoughts of others regularly but similar to the many like myself, people who experience consistent psychic moments throughout their lives. Extraordinary intuitive children are, as many people are beginning to understand, vulnerable to feeling alienated and shameful of their talents, but how parents deal with these children can greatly change how that child sees himself.

My mother knew. She was also touched with an innate ability to feel things and married a science-minded man whom didn’t accept such things as possible and so she tried very hard to bury it and not deal with the consequences of that act, like having a child whose innate abilities out weighed hers and therefore could not simply be pushed back. Her approach was simply to treat me as normal. She did send me to therapists to make sure I was coping well but I never was made to feel different. She didn’t spend time telling me to ignore these feelings, these unnatural things on which I felt. She only told me to try not look into people’s personal thought as that was wrong. I never grew up thinking I was bad because she, during all this time, consistently told me I was a good person and that my differences only made me human, not special, not better or worse, not evil. I grew up realizing I was unique and different simply as every child is unique and different from every other child in the world. I grew up feeling normal.

Today, unfortunately, with the Indigo children philosophies being propagated en mass and psychic kids being featured on reality ghost haunting shows, liberal minded parents are not treating their children as normal human beings. These kids are being told at a young age they are special and in some cases better than other people. They are given unrealistic ideas of what being a naturally talented psychic means and go out into the world with a sense of reality that is unsustainable in the world in which we live. Worse than that scenario are psychic children being brought up in a very conservative family whose belief structure about strongly initiative people is determined by the doctrine of an intolerant religious viewpoint. These children are told the opposite from the so called indigo children. They are told they are bad for using their gift. That if they see things, feel things that later do come true, they some how sinned because their gift is not natural to the makeup of humans but instead they are somehow beholden to some satanical spirit. These children often grow up feeling alienated even more so than normal, depressed and shameful of who and what they are. They often turn against their family religion by their young adult years but by then much damage has been done. They then may take pride in their psychic abilities but will use that distinction for self esteem in an attempt to feel strong where once they felt weak.

I wish every person with an extremely talented intuitive child treated that child as my mother treated me: normal, evenhandedly. By acknowledging that I did have a talent but not fussing over it either way, she allowed me to grow up happily as I did, proud of who I was without being arrogant about what I am. I am human, no more and no less. This is how all psychic children should be raised. Blessings.

by Clairvoyant Mondez Durden
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