This is SUCH a powerful call to action for our time! We have so much difficulty in trying to remember our True Selves, as it seems that those who most distant from The Source create such a cacophony of fear that it is hard to hear our own Inner Self, our Voice of God Within. Thank you for bringing this to front Mind.
Thank you so much. Love is always stronger than fear, and I understand how difficult it is to acknowledge our true selves. Knowing who we are is the way we survive.
I am so glad for this wisdom. In the mental health profession , I see so many who have had an inner child with unspeakable sadness. The people who kill indiscriminately are are not exempt. It is a shared process however. We must identify the hurt of others’ inner child. They must have enough insight to identify that they even have one.
My inner child beckons me and I listen; that’s when we go to the park and swing; we sit with our colored pencils and draw from scratch. Thanks Ndidi for your essays that return us to the silence of what is naturally occurring within, the inner child seeking attention and expression.
nine principles for joy 
This is SUCH a powerful call to action for our time! We have so much difficulty in trying to remember our True Selves, as it seems that those who most distant from The Source create such a cacophony of fear that it is hard to hear our own Inner Self, our Voice of God Within. Thank you for bringing this to front Mind.
Thank you so much. Love is always stronger than fear, and I understand how difficult it is to acknowledge our true selves. Knowing who we are is the way we survive.
I’d love to know your thoughts about my newest post, Appreciation.
I am so glad for this wisdom. In the mental health profession , I see so many who have had an inner child with unspeakable sadness. The people who kill indiscriminately are are not exempt. It is a shared process however. We must identify the hurt of others’ inner child. They must have enough insight to identify that they even have one.
Great article and unique perspective.
My inner child beckons me and I listen; that’s when we go to the park and swing; we sit with our colored pencils and draw from scratch. Thanks Ndidi for your essays that return us to the silence of what is naturally occurring within, the inner child seeking attention and expression.
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