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The Indigo Child
Upon first meeting Ryan came right up to me, shook my hand and bobbed his body up and down. After a few words of here and now conversation he quickly returned to his seat in front of the TV and tuned to the ending of his favorite cartoon show. His mother and I joined him though he was reverting to his “unsafe” patterns of “familiar” TV show and body rocking. His mother told me how Ryan had somehow been able to adjust the wiring and fiddle with the dials to tune in reception of channels not normally received. Ryan looked at me and smiled. I wondered how I could best help this child. Ryan took the lead. He got up and brought me a drawing he had made for me. He said it was his birthday. I looked at the stick figure drawn in pink and noticed that Ryan had used black in the areas of his feet, hands, and head. They were the same areas I would touch to stimulate new growth using what is known as The Metamorphic Technique. This technique, based on over 35 years of practice in England, had been found to be effective with overcoming disabilities such as retardation, dyslexia and the like, as well as being beneficial for healthy balanced growth. This amazing child, with many of the signs and symptoms of autism, had spent ten years of his life trapped by the energy patterns set in motion at the time of his birth. He had somehow reached out and found a way to connect with me. At that moment I knew I would help him become free. We would also free his mother so she, too, could move on from the roles she created as a result of her guilt.
I agreed to come to their home once a week and spend two hours. I would work with Ryan’s situation as it presented itself each week. I would create clear cut goals to be used as benchmarks over the next 10 weeks. At the end of that time the clinic that had referred Ryan would retest him and together we would assess his progress. This clinic was home to Egyptian and foreigner medical and therapeutic staff members from a variety of backgrounds. We openly discussed the children’s needs and addressed both environmental and hereditary influences. The goal was to assist the children in any and all ways we could. I felt a great excitement and genuine support from these people. They wanted me to succeed. Ryan’s mother was an active parent and had done much to physically rehabilitate and home school Ryan. Her husband had a mathematical mind and a stressful job in this foreign land yet still found time to share in his 14 year old daughter’s life and that of his special needs son. I discussed the plans to visit Ryan with his mother telling her I would like to use the living room and Ryan’s bedroom and that she was welcome to sit in, visit, or walk by the open door. She gave me the space and time alone with him, all the while watching over the process of discovery and growth. Utilizing the artwork of his birthday and similar drawings I quickly identified that Ryan was showing me the earliest of cell division from 1 to 2 and on to 4 and so forth. Ryan also did mini plays for me in his room. He would pick up his tiny characters from the film Little Mermaid and act out and voice the communication that showed great depth of understanding and a clarity of purpose. He would pick up a telephone to speak with his father who was never there. I identified that these plays supported his other drawings. Ryan was trapped in an energy pattern imprinted while in the womb. His father was a part of his life—just not in the same way as his mother. He and his mother were deeply enmeshed, sharing the same stuck memory and replaying it over and over again. Ryan’s other abilities came through in his music. He played out the role of DJ presenting love song after love song, jumping up and down to the rhythm of a heart beat. He also seemed to have perfect pitch. I would ask him to go from his song to the piano and play the notes we had just heard. Each time he could do it exactly as we heard. If I asked him to just play a song, he could not. He would flounder, when trying to do what I asked, but was not even close to the tones. I also witnessed Ryan’s ability to visit me in my dreamtime. He was never intrusive, appearing more curious attentive, and kind. The next day when I came for the visit Ryan would eventually lead the conversation to questions about me. One time he asked what clothes I sleep in. Pausing to see what it was that he might really be asking, I responded that my choices varied. He jumped in with the colors and descriptions of what I had worn the night before during his dreamtime visit. He was correct and I received his message. Another time Ryan had been aware of my fall a few hours prior to our meeting. I was hanging curtains in my 9th floor flat, had slipped and fallen, bruising my back. Ryan called out to his mother yelling “Mom—Call Suzanne Now!” She was both shocked and trusting. As she went for my number I was calling her. She answered and told me what Ryan had just said. Together we acknowledged the magic of this beautiful child’s ways. We rescheduled and I said I would present suggestions on how best to proceed during our next visit.
Things changed in those two days. I arrived to learn that Ryan’s father had grown angry at Ryan’s constant play and music and was punishing him by taking all his music away. This was his attempt at instilling discipline that somehow might bring the results he was seeking. I immediately asked to meet with the father and was told that he simply could not do so. I copied a recent article on sound healing from a leading edge journal and left it with Ryan’s mother. That evening Ryan’s father lifted all restrictions and sent these words to me “Do what you can!” Embracing Ryan’s situation and his own fears, this father surrendered to the words of experts. He withdrew all criticism. He gave up the sense of control and supported the creative solution. The jumping up and down to music was Ryan’s way of attempting to match speed…to get all in sync. As we jumped together, singing and feeling the words of love deeply within, we exploded into laughter. This helped us to relax even deeper. I scheduled an appointment for Ryan’s mother. I hypnotically guided her through her own birth and used metamorphic technique on her body to nudge her forward with her own development. Then I asked for the opportunity to have Ryan and his mother join me in watching a video of a calm gentle HypnoBirthing® birth. They agreed. Ryan’s birth had been a 4 day ordeal in a cold military facility. His mother could not even remember how it was to receive Ryan into her arms. Her husband had lovingly watched over all the trauma. She dedicated herself to helping Ryan develop and grow into a healthy boy living a quality life. We sat on our seats as the visuals presented laughter and loving phrases during monitored contractions. I let Ryan and his mother hug and talk freely through this birth! They were bonding in a new memory—creating a new wave of light and love to replace the desperation and difficulties of the past. They emerged refreshed and re-framed. This became a new family photo on which to grow. We danced to the tunes of Ryan’s heart as he played song after song for us, rejoicing in the new found freedoms. A few weeks earlier Ryan accompanied his parents and sister on a trip to France for her school’s soccer championship. This was the first time Ryan was away from a TV set in a foreign land. The family was delighted to be able to stroll freely through the marketplace tasting this and that and never having to hurry anywhere. Ryan was changing. Success was noted and recorded. Ryan’s test scores jumped up noticeably in all areas except math. I had completed the 10 week schedule and we celebrated with a meal at Ryan’s favorite family restaurant. He greeted me with a bouquet of roses. The restaurant provided a water bottle to keep them fresh. I was touched by his mother’s dedication, encouragement, faith, and trust that allowed us to share this incredible time together. Ryan and his mother invited me to talk about my life and summer plans. I would be remaining in Egypt. They shared with me about a summer adventure that would soon begin for them. They would fly back to the USA and spend one month traveling together. They planned to carry a backpack and go wherever and whenever they chose. This is great. For anyone with Ryan’s history this was a totally awesome, previously thought impossible, way of travel. Characteristics of time control and management were a survival need in his past. Ryan no longer needed to know a schedule. He was comfortable in knowing all would go well no matter when things would happen. The other remarkable part of this journey would be his journaling. I presented him with a journal and a pen with greetings in several languages written around it. Ryan seemed excited when I asked him to tell me of all the ways he would use his journal and pen on their upcoming adventure. I turned back to his mother and went on with our conversations about great places to visit. Suddenly Ryan spoke words to me that were in answer to my earlier question. I listened and gave him encouragement and laughter telling him how wonderful his ideas sounded! Ryan’s mother was taken aback, shocked, dumbfounded, and star struck! I explained that Ryan and I were able to communicate even though there was a slight delay in his processing. I recognized a pattern early on. When anyone interrupted his thoughts or began to speak for him, he got frustrated and retreated back into the safety of his familiar cartoon shows. Now, when I expect him to give me an answer and allow him the time to focus his mind and respond…he always does so. We entrained him from 7th, 8th, and 9th dimensional brain waves down into everyday 3rd dimensional life wavelengths. Since we blazed these trails, he is now able to do this on his own. What a difference this makes in Ryan’s life and the lives of all those around him. My time with Ryan and his mother validated my earlier thoughts about children being misunderstood and misdiagnosed. More than that, my heart was touched deeply and I,
The Simple Moments in this story include:
©2007 Suzanne Grandon
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