Psychic Children: God's Eternal Miracle

Taken from the book Psychic Children by Sylvia Browne & written with Lindsay Harrison

When my granddaughter Angelia was six years old, she had a dream. She was on the other side, quietly walking through the orientation centre, a breathtaking oblong temple where spirits returning home were talking to spirits about to leave for another lifetime on earth.

She found herself at the door to a room with a vast wall of veiled glass. Curious, she started to step inside and got a brief glimpse of babies, for as far as her are could see, all of them happy and playing, While grown-ups moved among them, taking care of them.

My spirit guide Francine stopped her from entering the room. You can’t go in there Angela, Francine told her. The babies are getting ready to leave.

I asked Angelia what she thought her dream meant. She let out an impatient little sigh. Sometimes her Bagdah, as she schooled me from the moment she could talk, is so dense. We can’t come be babies on earth until we get little Bagdah.

Francine informed me later that it wasn’t a dream at all, that angelia had actually made one of her frequent astral trips to the other side while she slept, and Francine, as always, had kept a close eye on her while she was there.

You mean that’s true? I asked Francine. Our spirits literally get smaller before we enter the womb? Why haven’t you told me that before?

She responded with an answer I’ve heard a million times. If you don’t ask the question I can’t give you the answer.

Now, in case you think these are just the ravings of a mad woman and her imaginative granddaughter, let me share an excerpt from an e-mail I received from Caroline in response to my request for stories about psychic children:

When my oldest child was three and able to form sentences, he pointed to a portrait in our living room of his maternal grandmother, who died before he was born and began telling me all about how much fun she was and how big her love was. I was shocked, since you’ve obviously never met her (she did have a very big laugh, by the way) and I couldn’t remember anyone ever explaining to him who the lady in the portrait was, so I asked him how he knew her.

He said, because she took care of me and the other babies before we were born. He went on to describe how she would play with the children, about 10 of them, and give them lots of love and hugs. And he repeated, you know. When you weren’t born yet.

So there you have it, the real answer to the question, where do babies come from? They come from a vast room with a veiled glass wall on the other side, where they go to play and beloved and cared for while they diminish in size to be born into their new incarnations.

You also have the real answer to the question, why are children psychic?

Since my own psychic childhood in Kansas City, Missouri, my greatest passion has been researching, studying and psychically exploring the fact – and it is a fact – that God promised each of us eternal lives when he created us, and He’s kept that promise. Our spirits, like the infinite universe the inhabit, always have been and always will be. Booth and death are not a beginning and an end, they’re simply events, designed by us and our creator, in a perfect, unending continuum. We arrive here from our real lives on the other side variance this RAF boot camp called life on earth for the further growth of our souls, and they’d head home again with greater wisdom and depth than we had before.

Skeptics say prove it.

I say open your minds and talk to a child. They’re all the proof you need.

Taken out of the context of eternity, the reality of psychic children can seem like an eerie, haphazard, inexplicable quirk of nature, even the devil’s work, An indictment that’s been hurled at me so often that I’m tempted to ask my detractors to please come up with something more original. Out of context, babies are blank slates when they are born, except for their inherited genetic influences and they’re shaped by some combination of genetics and their environment. The debate rages on about how that combination works exactly, and why so many children seem to be reflections of neither genetics nor their environment.

But in the context of eternity and the amazing journey that leads to the arrival of a newborn, there is no debate and there are no unanswered questions. Like everything else in God’s perfect creation, it’s simple, sacred logic.

Imagine this:

You’re 30 years old, leading a busy, stimulating, blissfully happy life. Your career reflects your most passionate interests and your social life is limitless in its choices. You’re surrounded by loving friends, kindred spirits and yes, even your soul mate. You live in the home of your dreams, set amidst beauty that takes your breath away. Not a moment passes when you don’t feel blessed.

As often happens when we’re at our confident, grateful best, you find yourself yearning to explore new territories and expand your knowledge, content issue oh, you’re too energised to be complacent and you never want to stop growing. You have some very specific areas of study you want to focus on, and you know that mastering them will benefit you and everyone else around you.

There’s only one catch: those courses are only being offered in one notoriously difficult school in a foreign land where everything will seem unfamiliar to you. It will mean leaving this beautiful life and these beautiful companions for a while, to travel to a place where they are no guarantees of the beauty, kindness, and love you’re accustomed to, with the local speaker language you’ll have to learn from scratch, where you’re likely to feel frightened, homesick, and very much alone, at least until you become acclimated, if ever.

Overwhelming as the prospect is, you also know it’s an opportunity you can’t and won’t let yourself pass up. You buy yourself a round trip ticket, guaranteeing that you’ll be back, and you meticulously plan every large and small detail of your time away to be sure you’ll accomplish every goal you’ve set for yourself. And finally, surrounded by supportive loved ones who promised to stay in touch, you leave, determined, exhilarated, as prepared as you can be and sure enough, already homesick to the core of your soul as you bravely embark on this essential journey. When you reach your destination, your memories of home are clear as a bell. You go back to visit every chance you get, and it thrills you when anyone from home comes to visit you.

Sooner or later though, your new surroundings become familiar, you get to know the new people around you and learn their language, and the challenge of this difficult school consumes you. Your memories of her fate as you begin accomplishing the goal she meticulously mapped out for yourself. But in quiet moments you’re aware of a deep perpetual sadness, no matter how well things are going and you resonate with the simple truth that you still are and always will be homesick.

That’s a simplified but accurate description of the journey of the newborn baby. It was your journey and mine before we came here, and it will be your journey if you choose to make the trip to this challenging school called life on earth again. As for me, I’m on my 52nd incarnation and when I go home this time I intend to stay put.

My book life on the other side, offers a detailed look at our real lives, in the glorious perfection of home. And to understand the pure logic of all children’s psychic abilities, you need to understand their blissful, sacred world they’ve temporarily left behind toward the growth and education of their souls.

The other side is right here among us, an absolute mirror image of earth’s topographically in its original perfection, just three feet above our own ground level. Its vibrational frequency is so much higher than ours that we don’t perceive its presence, and it truly is another dimension we such earthly concepts as time, gravity, space and the laws of physics simply don’t exist. When we leave these flawed, silly contractions called bodies we return to our natural spirit forms in that glorious nearby dimension and continue our busy stimulating, productive lives in the constant, immediate presence of God.

Spirits of home, have the careers of our choosing, careers in which we thrive that never for a moment feel like work. We have brilliant, limitless social lives, every recreational option we enjoy here on earth that doesn’t involve harm or aggression, and the homes of our dreams that we create with simple thought projection. Our passion for learning, research and study, is satisfied by the presence of every word ever written, every work of art ever produced, every piece of music ever composed, every architectural masterpiece ever built on earth. Even treasures that have been destroyed here, or vandalised, or compromised by time, wars and the elements, of flawlessly preserved on the other side and at our disposal. The great libraries of Alexandria have survived the flames that consumed them in Egypt centuries ago. The Venus de Milo, is completely intact. The date sea scrolls look newly printed. And I promise you, we’ll arrive home to see the twin towers of the world trade centre glistening triumphantly in the vibrant pestles of neutral light, more proof that the vicious hatred that destroyed them here pales in comparison to the love of god it is utterly indestructible.

We even have unlimited access to the sacrosanct akashic records, the entire written body of God’s knowledge, laws and memories, housed in a white marble Greco Roman masterpiece called the hole or temple of records, one of the magnificent buildings that greet us when we first returned to the other side.

There are some lessons, though, that can’t be taught through books, or in an atmosphere of constant pervasive love. Is Francine has asked me so often when I cried to her in deep motional pain, what have you learned when times were good? We accomplished some of our best growth, sadly enough, but confronting and overcoming such human made flaws as negativity, anger, hatred, greed, violence and faithlessness. And eternal spirits were created within our own innate potential, coupled with a destiny to reach that potential. Achieving our unique greatness is a birthright from our Creator, a goal that drives our spirits to grow and learn and XLS powerfully as God’s love itself. And so, from time to time, we choose to take brief trips away from home to fulfill our promise to God at the moment of our creation that we will insist on being nothing less than the greatest possible manifestation of the gifts he gave us.