Lynn Gallagher - Psychic Kids: Indigo Children

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Lynne Gallagher, 2007

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W HEN I WAS ABOUT four years old, I remember having a very vivid recurring dream. I would be standing by my bedroom door watching three huge figures staring intently at me as I lay sleeping in my bed. The figures were horrible. They had no faces, but wore Second World War gas masks and Nazi uniforms. One wore an army cap, one a helmet and the other an airmans leather hat. They all carried machine guns, held as if ready to fire.

I would wake up and stare at the place that they had stood, hoping to get a better look at them. The dream never frightened me, but made me curious about these figures. The dream stopped when I was about five years old, and I didnt think about it for a long time.

One evening in the late 1980s I was watching a video called The American Werewolf in London. As I watched, I was suddenly overcome with shock. The three beings from my childhood dream stood there on the screen in front of me. Every detail was exactly the same as I had dreamed. When I told the people with me that Id dreamed of this as a child, they just laughed and said that I must have been watching a trailer of the film before I went to bed.

Obviously, their logical minds couldnt cope with the concept of a precognitive dream. They had to come up with a plausible explanation that they could all easily understand.

Unfortunately, this is the way ninety-three per cent of the population think. They are ruled by the left side of the brain which controls our conscious mind. The other seven per cent are the ones whose right side of the brain is in control. The side that rules the subconscious mind. There are also, very rarely, people who can switch between left and right sides of the brain consciously. These people make up only three per cent of the population. The left side of our brain counts only for twelve per cent of our total brain, the right side of the brain makes up the other eighty-eight per cent. The subconscious side.

People who are governed by the left side of the brain, are right handed and excel in fields such as mathematics and the sciences. Those governed by the right side of the brain, excel in creative fields such as art, literature and philosophy. They are also predominantly left-handed. The three per cent that can switch between the sides of the brain include geniuses and very young children.

Babies and young children are extremely receptive to the messages passed to them by their subconscious minds. Unlike adults, their perception is not distorted by popular misconceptions and the dogmas of the modern world. Young children literally believe what they see with their own eyes. It follows that when they see something that comes from the subconscious realm, e.g. a ghost, they dont dismiss it. They grasp it like any other experience and communicate with it, in just the same way as they do with their parents and siblings. Babies are often noted as talking to the angel, when they stare smiling at a part of the ceiling where adults cannot see anything. Many young children suffer nightmares and night terrors, but when they describe what they have dreamed, often in graphic detail, we put it down to something they watched on television, and remembered. A huge amount of children are scared of the dark, and refuse to sleep without the light on. What about the monsters children often see at night?

Although children have active imaginations and some of these experiences can be easily explained, it is also possible that, since a childs brain is governed by the subconscious up until around the age of seven, these nightmares and monsters are not just things remembered from their day. Would it not be logical to assume, that they are spirits and visions, being received by a psychically receptive mind? Consider this, nightmares and fear of the dark start to disappear by about the age of seven. This age is roughly when a childs psychic ability starts to wane, as the left side of the brain begins to take over. The reason the left side takes over is because we are beginning to teach them reading and writing, so that they can become useful members of society.

All seven of my children appear to be governed by the right side of their brains and are very psychically receptive. Many things that they experienced in childhood will be covered in this book, and have caused me to re-examine my own view of such things. My own childhood seems to have included so many psychic experiences, that it seems strange that my parents didnt notice them.

My parents, like many others in the 1960s, lived with my grandparents when I was born. Hard for them, but possibly the best start in life for me. My grandparents were wonderful guiding lights in my life. My grandmother, Nin as she was called, was the gentlest soul Ive ever known and taught me all my values and my relaxed attitude to the world.

My grandad was an awesome man. He was only small, 5 feet 7 inches, but he encouraged me to try everything in life, and to question everything. He taught me to read simple words and sentences before I went to school, and instilled in me a thirst for knowledge that has stayed with me. He was a very hard man, but he always listened and made sure that I knew I could do anything if I tried. I remember starting school and being told to stop asking questions in class. When I told him what my teacher had said, he told me, Dont stop asking questions, how else will you learn? Imagine my shock and pride, when on the following Monday morning, my grandad walked into my classroom and had a short chat with my teacher. On his way out, he patted me on the top of the head and said, Ask as many questions as you want.

He told me years later, that he had made the teacher aware that I was an especially gifted child, and would leave my classmates standing. By the age of seven I had passed the eleven plus examination, so perhaps he was right.

He picked up on the very signs that we will examine in this book. I talked to the angel as a baby, I spoke in full, properly constructed sentences aged twelve months, and knew my alphabet and numbers aged two. These are signs, researchers say, that indicate that a child is gifted.

When I was three years old I was taken to see my great grandmother on her deathbed. I still remember it vividly: the room was darkened, and as I entered, the room seemed to go all fuzzy. There was a funny grey cloud surrounding my great grandmother on the bed. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and a wave of tingles swept over me from head to toe. I started to cry and had to be taken out of the room.

When we returned home, I was still upset and my grandad commented that I knew, when the tale was related to him. The next day, a relative turned up with news that my grandmother had passed in the night. Obviously, my grandad was aware that young children can sense things. One of his favourite sayings was, there are more things in Heaven and Earth than we know about. Although he never said it, Im quite sure he was psychic. My Nin definitely was; she would know if we going to arrive home unexpectedly. She would have cups of tea and dinner ready, as though she expected us at that time. In fact, dinner was never re-heated it was always just ready to dish up. Years later, when I was a teenager and would turn up out of the blue, she would have bought an extra cake or something special, because she thought I might turn up.