Please Show Me the Faces of the Children Who Need Me

You know that fun song “Grandma got run over by a reindeer?” I was doing some paranormal research tonight, when it hit me. Of course they believe; they lived it! If you live it, it’s pretty impossible to not believe. And yet, every day, in every corner of the world, We teach our children to not believe their hearts, Their souls, their angel guides, because we want Them to believe what we believe. You aren’t guilty of that? HA! Of course you are. We all are. I was exposing my children to tarot cards, and spirit guides, And palmistry, and psychic eye stuff as soon as they came Out of the chute, because I was living it. And thanks for asking, but no, I am Not crazy or schizophrenic or demented. When you are in touch with your soul, And your spirit guides. Thank you, Little Bear, And your angels, and your Guides, and your masters, You have a truth to bring to the world. No one can bring your truth except you. Because God gave your truth to only one Person, you. My god, who happens to be a SHE, Gave me my truth loudly and clearly, And jumped back and let it happen. I so appreciate Her, I really do. So I was exposed to out-of-bodies, N.D.E., clairaudience, clairvoyance, Clairsentience, at a very early age. I’m a receiver, not only of my Identical twins’ messages, but Of other peoples as well. On my way to school, where I have the potential of helping 400 children each week, but Do not have the time, I pray To HER, asking her to show me The faces of the children who Need me the most, because I was put on earth to help Them get to the feeling level, Find their truth, and live it. My goal is to help everyone Be the best ME that they can be. The happiest me, the Healthiest me, the Dynamic, whirly, twirly, Loves-the-world or loves Animals, or loves their life Today me. So as I drive, I relax, I do not listen to music. I do not pay attention to the Traffic. She and I are in the Zone. She is sending me Photos in my head of Children who need Me today. Because I Cannot get to them All. I recently sent a care package To Alex, a young boy whom I fell Completely in love with when he was in The third grade. He was the only student In the whole school I felt sad about Leaving, because he was so smart, Way too intelligent, to be left in That place with angry adults who Did not understand his Brilliance, so tried to Shame it out of him Or stomp it out of him With mean looks or Angry glances. I felt guilty every time I had to take Alex Back to the classroom Because the teacher was An angry, mean, woman Who despised him. He knew this, and so did I which is why I rescued him A lot, trying to give him a Bit of a good day. Alex is now 24. He Is in a bind. He has Had a bad car wreck, The kind most of us Have never walked away from, But both Alex and I have. I sent him a care package, But I felt strange, because I had No idea if he would even remember me the least Little bit, this 8-year-old-child with the Creative mind, and the zingy ideas. His mother texted me a thank you, saying Alex was asleep. I texted back “Did he remember me?” And here is her answer. “Caren, not only did he remember you, He said you believed in him When no one else did.” So this my friend is why I am crying right now. Understanding that We all need to Do what SHE or HE Or the committee or The SOUL or your muse Or power animal or Spirit guide wants you to Do. When She calls, I listen. And I hope I always well. Please pray for Alex.