Childhood Memories 👼The first time I heard my guide’s voice, it saved my life.
🌟 Part 1 of my spiritual experiences as a child.
As I am writing the recollection of this dramatic but life-changing experience, I am currently spending some precious time with my family in Europe.
Being back in the embrace of my family has brought forth a flood of memories, connecting the dots of my journey and shaping who I am today. It is truly fascinating, and I find myself practicing grounding and compassionately unraveling the threads of information held within.
Recently, I stumbled upon a painful memory that I feel compelled to share with you. However, it may not be painful in the way you might expect. When I was a child, we used to spend our summers in a small town south of Barcelona, Spain, visiting my mother's friend. Those were the days filled with joy, as we explored the beaches, indulged in delicious food, and immersed ourselves in the Spanish culture. I have fond memories of those times, and for several consecutive years, we returned to that special place.
My brother Benjamin, Yann (my mother's friend's son), and I were inseparable. One day, as we played in the shallow waters of the Mediterranean Sea, laughing and splashing around, something unexpected happened. The sea floor seemed to open up before us, and we found ourselves falling into one of those unpredictable holes that occasionally form due to the tides. My brother and our little friend Yann panicked, clinging to me in their desperation, inadvertently pushing me down and making it difficult for me to breathe.
I, too, felt the grip of panic tightening around me, desperately scratching and biting to free myself, but to no avail. At the bottom of that hole, I tried to make myself as small as possible, yet they continued to stand on my back, using me as a buoy to keep their heads above water. Exhaustion began to consume me, and I felt utterly helpless.
And then, it happened. Out of nowhere, a voice echoed in my head. It told me to calm myself down. In such situations, you listen! The voice urged me to gather my strength and resurface for air only when absolutely necessary. So, I spent what felt like an eternity beneath the water's surface, listening intently to the voice in my head, pushing myself to take small gasps of air whenever I could. The voice was incredibly reassuring, and I simply followed its guidance.
Though it may have lasted only ten minutes, for me, it felt like an eternity. Eventually, I caught sight of my father's feet as he ran towards us. My brother and Yann were in a state of complete panic, crying uncontrollably. As for me, I was stunned. We made it back to the beach, and I remember my father checking on me, asking if I was okay. I simply replied that I was fine, diverting their attention to the little boys who were still sobbing loudly.
Anger welled up within me because, during the entire ordeal, I noticed adults watching us without comprehending that we had fallen into that treacherous hole. Nobody understood what had happened. Frankly, I didn't even realize how strange the experience was. After all, I was only six years old. How could I have possibly articulated what had occurred? I didn't even recognize it as something out of the ordinary.
That was one of the first events that planted the seed of the "woohoo" world within me.
Stay tuned for the second part of my spiritual memories series, where I'll share another significant experience from my childhood.
With love,
from my inner-child to yours. 💞
