(sometimes I need to repeat a post simply because I cannot improve upon what I learned. And I want to say to the parents of youngers, listen to them and see from where your kinders come. I want to plant what this younger said at 7 into those who sit in power and ask what happened to the knowledge you were born with? And I weep with the same words I cried out loud at the same age. . .you don’t know what you are doing to one another!)
Owning the experience. . .
He was just seven years old and hurt and upset because his brothers and his dad questioned his knowledge. How do you know, they asked him, how do you know? He stormed past the dining room table and shouted at them. I know that I know!
And I heard an ancient head saying the same words and was amazed at this younger of mine. Of course you do, I said, of course. And I hugged him because when you know something and do not question yourself, you hold the oldest and first keys. You had the best mentor and metaphysician and were loved greatly.
A reader wrote to me and said there is a great distinction between knowing and information. She was right and few people would be able to differentiate between the two words.
Many gather information and can quote others profusely. They can say what others have said and use the same words. But they cannot use their own words because the experience is not theirs. It makes all the difference.
As long as the experience misses them they have not the words to describe it. Only their God Within knows the footwork not done. Their language consists of information and not their knowledge.
My seven year old spoke from an ancient knowledge. To know you know means you own the knowledge.
And only you and your God Within knows of your footwork to own the experience.
And the cost of how many lifetimes. . .sweet Jesus, how many? . . .