Our true root and essence of self is the inner child. The young, wild and free heart which lost their voice being conditioned in trying to live up to the rules and expectations of their parental figures and the society we were all born into. I believe that when a new child is brought and born unto Earth it is time to learn, without the emphasis of the time to teach. Many children possess a strong connection to their inner realm and power in imagination and we tend to overlook the magnitude of that wisdom. We close and box that connection off and the child never truly unravels that gift for humanity.
“The artist is the child that survived.”
As many people grow, we are forced into the false seriousness of life, losing touch with the light hearted, upbeat, high vibration creativeness of our inner child. The child that yearns for expression, expansion and the explosiveness to cause the ripples of change. The inner child which sees all experience as a time to gain understanding, learn something new and to connect with other souls. To grow the love of our collective with zero separation. No difference in colour, shape or size. We are here to see ourselves in the things we do and the people we surround our self with; to guide each other home to the light and love that was born with the child. A seed of Heaven and the stars, which we as a society, force to grow a certain way. That to me sounds like a lab project and not the law of our nature.
Imagine a world without the artist, the death of emotion (a natural compass for us as humans). The slow subsiding of colour each and every day you wake until one day all there is to see is black and white. Will we see more separateness?
The adult with the hurt, burnt or hidden inner child, is the person who spends most of their wake trying to fill a void they aren’t even aware exists. The person who is quick to judge, to rage at the smallest inconvenience and the building of self-destructive habits and addictive tendencies of escapism are all showings of the abused and neglected inner child. This is where self-love is so important, without it we never truly heal our wounds, we bury them deeper within that void. We cannot love from a place of lack and again cannot share and show love if there is none for our self. We look externally for something that is generated and built within. The love we have for our self is in stem with the choices we make and the boundaries we break or create. We allow for again and again abuse, the absorption of our life force when we are in places of lack (out of alignment). When we are in alignment with our nature, the loudness of the mind silences and the voice of the heart and gut become ever clear. We hear the uplifting truth of our voice and not the destructive probes of the ego. A person who acknowledges their own personal truths, boundaries and needs on a level of self-love won’t let others misuse or steal from that sacred place… strength surrounds that home.
We spend most of our journey here on Earth within this human vessel… it’s time we raise more awareness to the conditions we grow in.
A plant in love grows in colour, to birth and give service to the flower of wonder.
Words through Marcus Huynen
