Little People

My sweetheart and I went north yesterday to get the last of the Ascend the formulator has made. They are buried with orders for ionic silver and can’t keep up.

He said he’d get me some more next week. Ha, I’ll see that when I believe it. I’m going to leave that dyslexic sentence there so you know what my sweetheart puts up with. 😊

The interesting thing was how busy the stores were. Panic? I don’t know. But the energy of it was enough to give a massive headache. I just felt terrible.

I wonder what it will be like when the real thing kicks in instead of just a test run. What will that energy feel like? I need to remember to put up massive shielding next time I go north.

It was wonderful to come back through the barrier and have all that dark dissipate. It felt real good to be home and really shielded.

My sighted daughter called yesterday. I’m sure it’s like all the conversations we have with our daughters.

“Dad,” she excitedly said, “My little boy is gifted!”

“I don’t know whether to tell you congratulations or offer my condolences,” I replied.

“No, Dad, he’s gifted,” she exclaimed again.

“Okay, so what did he do,” I asked.

“He pointed to a Leprechaun and said, ‘Mom, there’s a Leprechaun.'”

After I quit laughing I asked what the Leprechaun was doing outside of Ireland. She said she didn’t know but there are a lot of them where they live.

He didn’t know he even knew what a Leprechaun was and she had never talked to him about it. She asked him how he knew it was a Leprechaun.

“Cause they told me,” he replied.

Oh.

Seems the little tyke also sees sprites or little spirits and fairies. (There is a joke there, but I will be a good boy.)

I reminded her that her oldest child also was gifted like this when she was a toddler.

We’ve written about her before. She was the one that exclaimed there were “monsters” in the Manti Temple as we passed it. (They must have had recommends.) Sorry couldn’t resist that one.

Her gift was to see the dark spirits. One of my power animals was a very large grizzly bear. She would call me up at night and say, “Grandpa, there is a monster here, could you send your bear over to get rid of it?” Yes, it was very cute.

Now her brother sees the “Little People.” His cousin was the same way years ago. She is the empath. She would be over playing with the fairies in the bushes in our yard. One day I caught my sighted friend watching her.

“Kind of reminds you of your childhood?” I asked.

She told me yes. She also played with the little people. It was great fun, well until you told an adult.

I’m glad my grandson has a gifted mother so they can enjoy the little people together.

How many of your children or grandchildren “see” the little people, sprites, fairies and spirits? You might be surprised.