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 I was asked what it was like to be with a gifted child and figured I would share it with everyone. I am blessed with three children, all coming from different backgrounds as far as belief’s. My son is the Oldest and many people in the metaphysics community usually ask me most of the questions revolving around him. It is not that he is any more special than the other two, it is because he is older and I have more experiences with him as apposed to the other two. On that note I will now tell you some of the fun things I have experienced with him. One of the most prominent memories is when he was three. He did not talk much then as it was an aspect of getting us to learn how to communicate without using words. He, so far has been my teacher I look you to and admire. We we going through the phase back then of thinking it was possable to exist here without judgments or we at least pretended we were. With that we always told everyone we treated him as an equal. One evening he was playing with a phillips head screw driver and decided to work on our wall. We asked him politely to stop and he ignored us of course. Then he hit the wall as hard as he could driving the screwdriver into the wall. It left a hole and white powder all over the floor. we scolded him and sent him to time out. He said no!! You wouldn’t do this to a friend, meaning an equal. So we spoke with him harshly. I explained he was too little to fix the wall and that I would have to fix it, which would interfere with my choices. He explained to me “he fix”, “he fix”. I looked at it and told him there was no way for him to do it. There was a black hole, white around the hole from the drywall, and dust on the ground. He said to me “I fix, see”. So I walked back over to reassess the damage. As I got closer The white around the hole was gone and now it was just the black hole. So I got closer to inspect. This time when I put my finger over the hole it was not a hole, it didn’t even have an indention. I slowly pealed the black off the wall and it fell to the ground in dust. He looked at me with a stern face and said “see, I fix”! I was in shock and awe over this experience. I tried to come up with any way other than what had occurred to explain it, finally I gave in. It was then we realised there was truly more to this guy than we understood. We had to reevaluate our position and figure out the best solution we could for allowing growth in him. We didn’t want to be the parents that stifle our child because it makes us uncomfortable. At the same time we knew he needed to understand this physical time to be able to function in society. We had to figure out and learn as we did not want to put him in a box and shelter him either. It is a learning process and you have to allow yourself the ability for mistakes and regrouping. You have to say this is causing more damage than good, so lets go against the common excepted practice. As everything grows around you, you have to allow for change of tactics. You have to look at where the being is in order to have effective learning for that day. Anyhow it was a process!! He always has had “imaginary friends”. Yeah, we know they weren’t imaginary even during that time. But I always had to make sure they were buckled in the car and put into the shopping basket at the store. People would give me strange looks when I was picking up nothing and placing it in the cart! A few years ago he came to us saying his Spirit Friends think he is there pet. He would mention this periodically and we would just say OK. Finally after several months he mentioned it again so we asked him what kind of pet. He said Lama. At this point we busted up laughing and had to explain to him what they meant. Before this he spoke of being a Buddha before. He called Buddhists Buddha foots as they walked the Earth. He would come in every once in a while at six years old, throw a pillow on the ground and sit in a half lotus with his hand up in the OK sign, then tell me they are going to teach me an incantation for the floaty thing. He would want me to join, so I would. So I sat there one time for fifteen minutes holding the position in silence waiting for the levitation lesson to begin. Finally I peak out and say to him “son, nothing is happening”. He then replied with a smart tone. Duh, you are too heavy. At that point I got up. A few months later we were awoken by my sister in law telling us our son was floating above his bed. For a few months after every night he would levitate above his bed and my two year old daughter in the bed below would start saying in her sleep “go up, go up”, and then it would happen. He learned his lesson from the spirits, but was unable to bring it into the waking hours. He spoke with a Rinpoche and was asked to give me the phone. I spoke with him and the man asked me if I knew what a Taku was. He explained this was my son. He has a strong recall for his other times here on Earth. We were always afraid of introducing him to the Buddhist Community when we were younger as we were afraid of what would occur. Of course they were unwarranted fears. But we hadn’t a lot of experience of this culture and we were definitely afraid he would be taken away from us. Luckily we have screwed him up enough that the above scenario wouldn’t occur! I am kidding of course. We have grown enough to know were we are in the path we have chosen and why these blessed beings are with us. As I mentioned earlier all of the kids are unique and have come from different back grounds. Tomorrow I will share some about my middle child. I am encouraged at this time to share these experiences in order for everyone to see how special our children of this time are. They are our teachers of the present and the future. We should hold this information with great respect and admiration for the next generations to come. Blessings, Talking Water