Needed: Sacred Children Series - 3 of 3
by: Skye Thomas
I had my first two children on
either side of my twenty-third and twenty-fifth birthdays. I had always assumed
that by the time I was forty, I'd have a ton of freedom to finally push forward
with my dreams of becoming a motivational writer and speaker. It really looked
like that was the way my life was going to go too.
I fell in love with a man when I
was in my mid-thirties and he was in his mid-forties. We were very much in love
and planning to get married. I actually found myself wishing I could have his
baby. I hadn't felt like that in many years. We were discussing whether or not
to have a child together. We both loved the idea, but we were also looking at
the reality of our lives, our finances, our circumstances, and especially our
ages. Was this really something to even consider so late in the game? Could we
say yes to another child? Could we say no?
As it turned out, I got pregnant
despite using two forms of birth control before we could even make up our minds
if we were going to have a child together or not. We decided that it must be
fate that we'd have one more. We agreed that I'd work from home on my writing
career while carrying our child. I was nervous about having a baby when I was
so involved in my work, but I was also so grateful that the decision had been
made by a higher power than me.
I had been talking with guardian
angels for many years by that time and felt a spiritual calling to become a
writer and to tell the stories that my angels wanted told. I had been told
which books to write and was working on an outline for one of them when a
little voice whispered to me. It told me to go lay down on the couch and
meditate because it had something to tell me. I thought it was one of my
angels, so I raced over to the couch to hear what they had to say to me.
The entity told me that he was
my unborn child. I saw a vision of a darling two-year-old boy with magical
eyes. He looked at me like he had delicious little secrets. He said that he was
going to be a boy and that we used to know him as Michael. He then told me what
his new name would be. He also assured me that when they ran the tests to check
for birth defects, that I'd see that he was going to be strong and healthy. I had
nothing to worry about.
After the vision was over, I
looked up the name he'd given me in the baby names books. His name is an old
Celtic name meaning fiery. That made me laugh aloud. His father and I both have
a decent amount of Irish blood in our heritage, and we both have always dreamed
of going to Ireland to see the castles. Our very first conversation was about
Ireland. Our relationship was very heated and passionate. Of course our son
would have a Celtic name meaning fiery! When I told his dad that night, he
agreed the name fit perfectly. Who are we not to call him by the name he chose
About a month later we started
having ultrasounds and amniocentesis. At one point they saw something in one of
the ultrasounds that made them suspect the baby might have birth defects. We
would have to have all kinds of tests to make sure the baby was going to be
okay. The tests confirmed that yes, I was having another boy and yes he was
perfectly healthy and wonderful. As time went on during the pregnancy, he would
come talk to me again and again. He was always reassuring me that everything
was going to be okay.
One Sunday morning, my minister
was talking to us about Deepak's Law of Detachment. I heard my son snicker and
tell me that today we would be practicing the law of detachment from each
other. He would be born that day. Sure enough, late that night as I lay in bed
reading, the contractions started and my darling and I detached from each
other. He was born with the cord wrapped around his little neck three times and
it was a bit unsettling to see my sweetheart as my favorite color of purple.
Within moments he was a strong and vibrant charmer.
He's been a rather high
maintenance kind of guy. He is fiery. He is not the kind of guy who waits to be
invited into life. He will show up when and where he chooses. You wouldn't
think there was such a huge age difference between him and my older two
children. He bosses everyone around as if he were the grand king of the
universe. It makes perfect sense that he didn't allow his parents to choose
whether or not he would exist and he wouldn't even let them choose his name.
He's turning out to be exactly
who he said he was. A week before his second birthday, I noticed that he had
the same hair and eyes as that little boy who came to see me in the vision that
day. His eyes were all lit up and magical as he smiled at me in a way that made
me think he knew a bunch of delicious little secrets. He laughed and said,
"blub you" as he threw his arms around my neck. I whispered,
"Michael" to see what he'd do, since it's not his name. He looked me
straight in the eyes with an all-knowing look as he repeated it back to me. It
was such an odd and eerie moment.
"What secrets do you hold,
Copyright 2003, Skye Thomas, Tomorrow's
About The Author
Skye Thomas began writing
books and articles with an everyday practical approach to life in 1999 after
twenty years of studying spirituality, metaphysics, astrology, personal
growth, motivation, and parenting. After years of high heels and business
clothes, she is currently enjoying working from home in her pajamas. Go to www.TomorrowsEdge.net to read more of her articles and to
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