Lincoln Logs
Well crap! Here it goes! I read an artistic book my mom recommended and I guess I am supposed to write morming pages a day about ANYTHING! I am not allowed to proofread or go back(kind of annoying, but OH WELL) Whatever is on my mind I am to write down...today it is lincoln logs. I need to buy some and take a look at them again. I am ashamed to say I know what they taste like as I was first introduced to them at the age of two and at that age I mainly tasted everything new and smelled things so i could get to know them. As time went on I must have learned this was not socially acceptable. Two-year olds, however, simply want to use all their senses to explore. I wonder why we have determined some senses superior to others??? In the grown-up world I KNOW the sense of sight is given top billing! Everything that is seen is deemed real or concrete and superior. This has led to an evolution of not just visually overwhelming movies and games but has also led to an intense pre-occupation with material possessions and body image. I would be very sad if my gift of sight were suddenly taken away...don't get me wrong. I just think our society is selling itself SO short by this "believing is seeing" mentality and putting other senses on the back burner.
Have you ever been blind-folded? Something unusual happens. At first you feel claustrophobic, out of touch, even scared. However, if this state persists beyond a few minutes, suddenly the other senses start kicking in. The hearing becomes more acute, you start using your sense of touch to feel your way around things. Smells become heightened and keen.
I probably would have not even had to dwell upon this "sensory" thing at all except that in our family we have sensory issues. Discovering a child had a sensory processing disorder visually and in an auditory nature, I suddenly knew where the tantrums and anxiety had come from in this child. Imagine being partially blindfolded and with ear plugs in all day long! How frustrating. A behavioral pyschologist told me that she had never met a person that was diagnosed with anger issues that did not have some kind of hearing problem. fascinating. Suddenly I realized my child was in a different world than I was would forever experience things in a different way...all because of sensory differences.
The second session after we did a program called neurotiming with this child, she talked non-stop for two hours! I had to drive her 90 miles for these treatments and while she talked, I cried! This had been a yes-no kid for 12 years and suddenly she was talking like this! Incredible. We also did a program called FastForword that retrained the ear to discern different sounds. The change was dramatic for 2 of the 3 kids we had in the programs. Nothing, however, will ever be as profound as the day we drove back from Pocatello Id to Burley ID and my sweetheart had found her voice!
The third child was a little more difficult to reach, but her tantrums were by far the worst. This kid was also reading at the age of 4 and knew all of the states at this age. She had energy that confronted her into all hours of the night. She was my baby with restless leg syndrome! I loved cuddling and sleeping with my babies. She was impossible to sleep by as she was always talking, flipping or spinning in her sleep. It was so interesting. She was constantly on the go and moved with an intensity I had never seen before. She walked at 9 months and talked at 9 months. After years of wondering how to reach this talented, extraordinary human being and help her feel comfortable in her own skin, I was kind of at my whits end. One day when I was walking through the hospital parking lot, a very clear voice inside my head said, "PUT HER ON A HORSE!" In a million years I will never know who's voice reached out to me. Was it my grandpa Butterfield? He had always been around horses and farm animals and loved the outdoors. Or perhaps it was Dave's grandpa who also had a "thing" for animals spent most of his time outside. Improvements started almost immediately when this kid started riding. There is an old adage in the horse world that riding a horse is like looking in a mirror. The horse is a highly adapted sensory magnet and can sense mood, apprehension and even the fear of the soul placed on it's back. It not only senses, but then copies these emotions. I don;t think my child had ever had a complete sense of her self or even knew how she was acting at times. The horse taught her who she was and what she was doing. Practicing self-control on the horse so she wouldn't get bucked off flowed over into her everyday life. All those hours of counseling, medications, even pleadings and threatenings were NOTHING compared to what this beautiful animal did for my daughter. I have never seen anything like it and I will never FORGET it! This was the moment this sweetheart found her soul! Aww what joy to a mother's heart!
Our third daughter we are still working with. This is a topic very close to my heart and something I am STILL getting over. After the neurotiming and FASTFORWORD, we saw her IQ jump from the 80's to the 100's, we thought we were home-free and had witnessed yet another miracle with a child. This child had been so full of LOVE, that often when I was pregnant with her i would wake up in the night with the sweetest feeling of joy and peace. I knew this feeling was from the soul growing inside of me. Those skeptics who think a baby's soul suddenly enters in at the time of delivery have not been in tune with their own bodies during a pregnancy. I have felt my babies move before the 2nd trimester when they say such things are not possible AND I have KNOWN who they are before they are born. Anyhow, seeing this beautiful soul go through hard times the last few years has brought me a sorrow and darkness I did not know were possible. At times I have just wanted to hide or sleep...Seeing her memory go and wonder if it would ever return was the scariest time of my life.
Before all this happened with my sweetheart, I had a very powerful dream. My grandmother Elaine came to me and hugged me tightly. I had never been hugged or squeezed so tightly before or since. This dream was so real it was almost like she was there. I could feel her infusing me with power and strength somehow with her hug and that is why she had squeezed me SO hard. She spoke to my mind and told me I would need to be very strong. Those skeptics who think life ends after we die have never had a dream or help from their guardian angel or ancestor who has passed on. These are experiences I cannot refute or even question as they have been so necessary for me to survive. After the dream. I thought someone I loved was going to be taken from me. The very next day this child's reality became non-existent as she was propelled into the world of adolescent schizophrenia. The best day of our lives was eighteen months later when medication brought this sweetie back to us. She still is working on things, but what a miracle she has been to us. As a side-note, the same sweet love and feeling I felt with her when I was pregnant continues to follow her. There have been friends and even strangers who "just like being around her" because it calms them down. I know what they are talking about and KNOW in my heart this is her main purpose of earth...to spread God's love.
I guess my thinking about lincoln logs today had a deeper meaning. Lincoln logs DON'T taste good, but we have probably all sucked on them or perhaps pennies when we were small. We did this before the world told us NOT to use our sense of taste, to keep our hands and feet to ourselves and rely only on our gift of sight. All these things with my sweethearts have made me SO aware of all our senses, of all of OUR talents and of all of the help we actually have from the other side. If we do again "become as a child", I now know why this is the state the biblical world says is required to see and know
GOD.
Have you ever been blind-folded? Something unusual happens. At first you feel claustrophobic, out of touch, even scared. However, if this state persists beyond a few minutes, suddenly the other senses start kicking in. The hearing becomes more acute, you start using your sense of touch to feel your way around things. Smells become heightened and keen.
I probably would have not even had to dwell upon this "sensory" thing at all except that in our family we have sensory issues. Discovering a child had a sensory processing disorder visually and in an auditory nature, I suddenly knew where the tantrums and anxiety had come from in this child. Imagine being partially blindfolded and with ear plugs in all day long! How frustrating. A behavioral pyschologist told me that she had never met a person that was diagnosed with anger issues that did not have some kind of hearing problem. fascinating. Suddenly I realized my child was in a different world than I was would forever experience things in a different way...all because of sensory differences.
The second session after we did a program called neurotiming with this child, she talked non-stop for two hours! I had to drive her 90 miles for these treatments and while she talked, I cried! This had been a yes-no kid for 12 years and suddenly she was talking like this! Incredible. We also did a program called FastForword that retrained the ear to discern different sounds. The change was dramatic for 2 of the 3 kids we had in the programs. Nothing, however, will ever be as profound as the day we drove back from Pocatello Id to Burley ID and my sweetheart had found her voice!
The third child was a little more difficult to reach, but her tantrums were by far the worst. This kid was also reading at the age of 4 and knew all of the states at this age. She had energy that confronted her into all hours of the night. She was my baby with restless leg syndrome! I loved cuddling and sleeping with my babies. She was impossible to sleep by as she was always talking, flipping or spinning in her sleep. It was so interesting. She was constantly on the go and moved with an intensity I had never seen before. She walked at 9 months and talked at 9 months. After years of wondering how to reach this talented, extraordinary human being and help her feel comfortable in her own skin, I was kind of at my whits end. One day when I was walking through the hospital parking lot, a very clear voice inside my head said, "PUT HER ON A HORSE!" In a million years I will never know who's voice reached out to me. Was it my grandpa Butterfield? He had always been around horses and farm animals and loved the outdoors. Or perhaps it was Dave's grandpa who also had a "thing" for animals spent most of his time outside. Improvements started almost immediately when this kid started riding. There is an old adage in the horse world that riding a horse is like looking in a mirror. The horse is a highly adapted sensory magnet and can sense mood, apprehension and even the fear of the soul placed on it's back. It not only senses, but then copies these emotions. I don;t think my child had ever had a complete sense of her self or even knew how she was acting at times. The horse taught her who she was and what she was doing. Practicing self-control on the horse so she wouldn't get bucked off flowed over into her everyday life. All those hours of counseling, medications, even pleadings and threatenings were NOTHING compared to what this beautiful animal did for my daughter. I have never seen anything like it and I will never FORGET it! This was the moment this sweetheart found her soul! Aww what joy to a mother's heart!
Our third daughter we are still working with. This is a topic very close to my heart and something I am STILL getting over. After the neurotiming and FASTFORWORD, we saw her IQ jump from the 80's to the 100's, we thought we were home-free and had witnessed yet another miracle with a child. This child had been so full of LOVE, that often when I was pregnant with her i would wake up in the night with the sweetest feeling of joy and peace. I knew this feeling was from the soul growing inside of me. Those skeptics who think a baby's soul suddenly enters in at the time of delivery have not been in tune with their own bodies during a pregnancy. I have felt my babies move before the 2nd trimester when they say such things are not possible AND I have KNOWN who they are before they are born. Anyhow, seeing this beautiful soul go through hard times the last few years has brought me a sorrow and darkness I did not know were possible. At times I have just wanted to hide or sleep...Seeing her memory go and wonder if it would ever return was the scariest time of my life.
Before all this happened with my sweetheart, I had a very powerful dream. My grandmother Elaine came to me and hugged me tightly. I had never been hugged or squeezed so tightly before or since. This dream was so real it was almost like she was there. I could feel her infusing me with power and strength somehow with her hug and that is why she had squeezed me SO hard. She spoke to my mind and told me I would need to be very strong. Those skeptics who think life ends after we die have never had a dream or help from their guardian angel or ancestor who has passed on. These are experiences I cannot refute or even question as they have been so necessary for me to survive. After the dream. I thought someone I loved was going to be taken from me. The very next day this child's reality became non-existent as she was propelled into the world of adolescent schizophrenia. The best day of our lives was eighteen months later when medication brought this sweetie back to us. She still is working on things, but what a miracle she has been to us. As a side-note, the same sweet love and feeling I felt with her when I was pregnant continues to follow her. There have been friends and even strangers who "just like being around her" because it calms them down. I know what they are talking about and KNOW in my heart this is her main purpose of earth...to spread God's love.
I guess my thinking about lincoln logs today had a deeper meaning. Lincoln logs DON'T taste good, but we have probably all sucked on them or perhaps pennies when we were small. We did this before the world told us NOT to use our sense of taste, to keep our hands and feet to ourselves and rely only on our gift of sight. All these things with my sweethearts have made me SO aware of all our senses, of all of OUR talents and of all of the help we actually have from the other side. If we do again "become as a child", I now know why this is the state the biblical world says is required to see and know
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