Chronicles of Paranormal Parenting

The Color Game

By Cassandra Larsen

    On top of being a clairvoyant, I have been trained as a Lightworker. Someone who uses the energies of ‘the Light’ in different ways to effect people and otherworldly entities. I’ve cleared demons and other negative entities out of people who ask for help. I can see energies on people, black or red areas can be an indicator of illness or injury and in those cases I can remove the bad energies and replace it with pure white light energy and green healing light energy. Sometimes it helps to envision the healing light as an article of clothing or jewelry, like a green smoke ring scarf for a sore throat or earmuffs for an ear infection, even a thick ring over an arthritic finger. Skeptics would say that what I do causes a placebo effect, the person thinks that they’re getting healed so they feel better, but I have seen truly miraculous recoveries that were more than placebo.
    One morning I was working on my husband’s foot. he was sitting on the couch in the living room and I was in the kitchen, the great part about lightwork is that you don’t need to stop what you’re doing to work it. So breakfast was getting made and my oldest son, we’ll call him Phalen, comes in.
    He asked me, “mummum, why is Da wearing a green sock over his regular socks? why are your fingers green?”
    Hold the phone, what? Phalen had been showing early signs of seeing spirits since he was two but I honestly was not prepared for this. He could see the sock I was ‘knitting’ over my husband’s foot? This called for further study.
    Later in the day I sat him down at his little table and we played what is now known in our house as “The Color Game”.
    I put my hands palm up on the table, make an energy field over them and infuse them with a color (first round was blue). He puts his hands an inch from mine, palms down and closes his eyes. After a few moments he blurts out “blue!”. Second round I did a non primary color, Orange. He got that one faster than he got blue. Round three was even more difficult, I imagined a golden delicious apple. Phalen scrunched his face, then looked at me and said, “mummum! apples aren’t yellow!”
    Whoa.
    Time to see if the game worked both ways. I got six new crayons, pulled the wrappers off them so they would all feel the same and put them near him. I closed my eyes and told him to pick a color and imagine it running from his head down to his hands and then into my hands. Then he would hand me the crayon and I would scribble with it on a piece of paper and say the color out loud before opening my eyes. We did it four times: Green, Brown, Red then Brown again.
    I told him that for now he should only play the game with me, I want him to develop whatever skills he has at a nice slow pace. I know I was overwhelmed when my abilities were blown open and that was college, I don’t want that to happen to my four year old son. He asked again what green was so I told him that it makes people feel better and he left it at that.
    We play The Color Game every so often, he likes the way his hands tickle during the game. Though I’m pretty sure that he healed his fish, the Betta was nearly dead and when I came home one day the entire tank had a faint green glow to it, and the fish was good as new. Phalen had a pretty self satisfied smile when I went into his room to tuck him in that night. I couldn’t bring myself to be cross with him, he really loves that fish and what good is having skills if you can’t use them to help those you love?

Stories are content of  Belinda Bentley’s Strange Unusual Psychic Paranormal and the Unexplained Blog.