IAM MIA

Remembering Source

Hello folks, my name is Mia, that’s the name my soul called me to remind me of who I am. When I was born my parents named me ‘Maria’, a very lovely name but it never really felt like a complete fit. People always try to shorten names don’t they and mine became Mia and that for me was always perfect. Like most babies and toddlers, I saw with my soul’s eyes, still connected to the purity of our spiritual dimension, unscathed by societal judgement, cultural expectations and strange cultural beliefs. I saw spirit, as clear as we see our physical family now but that didn’t last. I can’t recall exactly when it stopped as timescales become illusionary as you grow up and our memories are a bit skewed. It was a gradual thing, as I adopted the blindness of our cultural expectations and rules of growing up in the 70’s. You know the score, lots of sweeping stuff under the carpet, fitting in or not, doing things the way they have always been done. Don’t rock the boat type scenario. I was the strange, half-cast (they called me black, I thought I was more of a Latte really) kid who spoke the Queens English growing up in nationalistic North East Scotland. It was always going to be a challenge.

I always had an affinity to animals and seemed to understand that communication. It wasn’t just animals but birds, insects, all manners of creatures really, so much so that they would follow me home and my mum would often have to put posts up or go around homes to see whose pet had come for a sleep over. I was just one of these kids who would just find injured birds and animals and bring them home. Children are such magnets for the purer energies of this world, until they are carelessly handled, dropped, cracked or broken like a crystal figurine.

I was always fascinated by stories of fairies, mystical fables of elves, little people and the Prophets. I loved the stories in the Bible of the miracles Jesus would do. I could sit and read for hours about people who were what you would call seers, psychics, Gypsies. My mum was a teacher and had to force me to do schoolwork and learn things what the education system deemed proper for a precious developing mind. I found that boring and became more and more disillusioned and unmotivated to learn but struggled away until all that mattered was getting good grades. When it came to anything magical and mystical or to do with the planets and the stars in the sky though, I was riveted.

As I said at a young age my eyes and mind closed the door on the spirit world, probably because it was extremely scary for me to see strange people who weren’t actually physical beings in my bedroom in the pitch black of night talking to me at the bottom of my bed. Sometimes they would knock on my door but mostly they would just come in and some were scarier than others, so I just asked them never to come back and that’s what they did. Spirit left me (or so it seemed) until early adult hood when strange things started to occur once again. I always knew what people were thinking and feeling before they said, I was an empath. My dreams were full of vivid events that ended up occurring later in the future. If someone was going to have an accident, I felt it just before it happened. I didn’t know it would be an accident, all I knew was I was really scared for that person, then the next thing I hear is they have been in an accident. I never really thought anything about it at the time as I was going through some really challenging life events myself and wasn’t a very confident person. People live in fear, they don’t want to know about the esoteric realm or anything that seems a bit ‘out there’, so you just keep hush hush. Unfortunately, the information the public have been fed about our innate spiritual potential has been less than accurate, so their gut instincts to reach out to this part of themselves is hidden and covered up under the illusion of a consumerist society.

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