Healing your Inner Child through Meditation

Have you ever been meditating, enjoying your connection to your Higher Self, not wanting for the session to be over because of the deep sense of well being you are experiencing when from your subconscious, out pops your inner child?

This happened to me recently. I have been meditating a while and over many sessions, I met with my inner child and made attempts to heal wounds from childhood and young adulthood that were traumatizing me on a subconscious level, causing me to manifest these same experiences repeatedly. During those times, many of my meditative sessions ended in warm tears coursing down my cheeks. They call it the dark night of the soul. For me, there were many dark days and nights. It felt like going through a cleansing process, preceded by events that asked me to face my fears and make them powerless.

I read that some people take up meditation as a practice but quit later because of this journey, the facing of fears. It is not an easy one. All of our childhood monsters come out of the closet and terrorize us until we make them powerless by realizing that these thoughts, fears, feelings are not us, the real us, the pure spirit of our Inner Being, but events of our human experience that we agreed on before incarnating in this plane. They were meant to happen to allow for the growth of our souls, so permitting us to fully experience what we came here for.

So back to my story, I was meditating recently and she appeared. She always appears shy and hesitant, large luminous eyes staring back at me, silently inviting me to explore and deal with whatever needed healing. I was surprised to see her since I figured I had already fixed my inner child wounds. She appeared silently, eyes a bit sad, and stared at me, silently invited me to look within and heal. I was afraid. I did not want to find another layer of wounds that needed healing. Burying and continuing life works quite well thank you very much.

Eventually, after building up some courage and delved deeper into my subconscious, I began to explore this new layer. It turned out to be an old layer that I had never quite fixed. It contained pain that stemmed from the belief that I was never loved; it was the trauma that came from abuse in its many forms: physical, emotional, and sexual; it was the fear that I was never enough; it was the lack of self-confidence and daddy issues. My emotional scars were rubbed raw again. The deeper I went, the more crap I found. It was like floating through dark space being bombarded by space debris.

I never time my meditation sessions with a clock, I usually set the intention that I will meditate for 20, 30, 40 minutes, and each time the session ends around the time set. I have always marveled at that. This was one time when I was glad I had set an intention of 20 minutes and soon I was out and glad to be out. I opened my eyes and felt the wetness on my cheeks.

Another session, another opportunity to heal.

Heal on.