What Is It Like To Be A Star Kid?
Some Star Kids are aware of their advanced abilities, and use them
from the earliest time in their life. Katrina is one such Star Kid.
She was one of those Star Kids whom I call Early-Bloomers.
Katrina grew up in a psychically-permissive home. Her mother,
Dottie, practiced daily meditation, and frequently channeled several
entities, including the Hindu demi-god, Ganesha.
From a very early age Katrina felt attracted to the practice of
meditation. She did so on an almost daily basis. As young Katrina
slipped from beta state (ordinary wakefulness) into theta state
(deep altered consciousness), sometimes she would begin to slip out
of her body. At the same time her body experienced a pronounced
sense of lightness, and Katrina felt like she was floating. After a
few more moments, her body was floating ever so gently off the
floor, first a quarter-inch, then a half-inch. Then, as Katrina
persisted in theta-state meditation, her body rose to an inch above
the floor, then more, until she was floating a good four inches
above the floor.
As Katrina’s meditation came to an end, she started to come back
more fully into her body. As she did so, her body became more
engaged with the environment, including the ambient gravitational
pull. Gradually her body lowered until she was resting once more in
a cross-legged position on the floor. One day, when Katrina as deep
in meditation and floating slightly above the floor, her dog came
galloping in and began licking her face. Her concentration broken,
Katrina dropped suddenly to the floor. It was at this point that she
realized that she had been previously floating during her
Because Katrina lived in a psychically-aware and accepting
household, she did not feel strange about her ability to levitate.
Indeed she had been taught by her parents that such a gift comes
often enough with persevering metaphysical and spiritual
With other Star Kids, it is only gradually and falteringly that they
become aware of first one, then another special power. These are the
Star Kids whom I call Later Developers. Their awareness of who they
are and the advanced abilities comes only later, perhaps in
adolescence, or even in adult life.
Often in the early stages of self-discovery, the special ability
happens suddenly and spontaneously without warning. The Star Kid
feels that he or she has no control over the power – it just
happens, seemingly on its own. It is only over time that the child
learns that he or she has some effect on how the power operates.
With practice and repetition over time, the Star Kid learns to
master the ability, taking it as far as the child’s interest,
self-discipline and inherent giftedness will allow the power to
Jacob is a radiant 12-year-old with cascading curls of golden hair,
who looks like an altar boy out of Central Casting. Ever since he
was five, (that is, as far back as he can remember), he noticed that
he could see shimmering, slightly-luminous fields around people. He
found this ability intriguing, but was unsure what to do with it.
Jacob’s father, who did not feel himself to be anyone special,
maintained an open mind when Jim confided in him that he could see
these luminous fields. But Jacob’s father did not have a background
in the metaphysical or psychic arts.
Thus, he was not in a position
to be particularly helpful to Jacob in understanding his abilities
further and developing them. But Jacob’s father did keep an open
mind about the aura-viewing, along with a few other advanced powers
which Jacob gradually confided to his father that he had noticed
Meanwhile, Jacob did a lot of reading about the metaphysical arts on
his own, trying to get a better handle on what it was that he was
dealing with. When Jacob’s father saw an announcement for a Star
Kids Workshop©, he knew that he had to take Jacob to the Workshop,
so that Jacob could get a better understanding of himself and his
gifts. At the Workshop Jacob sought out an individual consultation
on psychic gifts. It was during the requested consultation that I
taught him about seeing and reading auras, as well as all the other
Star Kid abilities which he might also have. Jim also learned some
psychic exercises that he could do to get better mastery over his
gifts. He also learned some applications of these powers for the
good of other people.
Still other Star Kids are what I call the “Latents”. These may be
totally unaware that they have such abilities until the end of
childhood, or even into adulthood or middle age.
A special sub-group of these Latent Star Kids are quietly aware that
they are “weird”, and have powers that people would not consider
“normal”, but these young people find it more convenient and less
embarassing to remain in denial of their special gifts. They do not
want to have to deal with the challenges, the discomfort, the
hassles that current Fourth World society dishes out to those whom
it deems “strange”. These Latent Star Kids find it just easier to
ignore those intermittent spontaneous break-throughs of special
ability that happen to them, and to try to act like everyone else is
supposed to act.
Fiona is an example of a Latent Star Kid who did not “wake up” until
she was well into her adult years. Fiona is now in her middle 40s.
During her earlier adulthood she had noticed from time o time a few
“odd” things about herself. She sometimes would have a rather vivid
dream about some dramatic incident, such as a friend involved in an
auto accident, or a cousin struck with a serious illness. Later,
that very incident actually occurred, and very much like in the
She also noticed that she seemed to have an extraordinary “green
thumb” about plants. So much so that even her friends would bring
her their dying plants, and Fiona would soon bring them back to
vibrant health. Her special skills included pouring love into the
plant, placing her hand over it or lightly touching it and sending
vital energy feelings into the plant. Yet Fiona brushed off these
things as “coincidences” or “good luck”. She never basically thought
of herself as different than other people.
Then one day, Fiona’s friend showed her the Star Kid/Star Seed
Identification Questionnaire© and said that she should take it,
because one of the items in here sounded like her. Fiona did take
it, and was astounded at her score. She took it again just to be
sure her score was correct. It was a 28, and meant that she most
certainly was a Star Seed. Further, she came to realize that since
she had been having precognitive “Dreams”, and been having a
extraordinary “green thumb” since childhood, she saw that she had
been a Star Kid back then as well.
Fiona was thunderstruck. It was
as though the Biblical “scales” had fallen from her eyes. In a brief
moment she was forced to reevaluate her earlier life and who she
was. She didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, so filled was she
with emotion. She was a Star Seed! (And no longer a Latent
That very day she emailed me to get more information about the Star
Kid/Star Seed phenomenon. She assured me that she would be
participating in the next Star Kid/Star Seed Workshop© to learn more
about herself and the deeper world she now found herself in.
Alright, we have looked at several Star Kids, and seen the
differences between Star Kids with awareness of who they are from
early on, the Early Bloomers; and the Star Kids who wake up to their
abilities and identity later in childhood, or even in adulthood, the
Later Developers; and the Star Kids of whatever age who walk around
“asleep” as to their real identity, the Latents.
But what’s it like to be a Star Kid? What does a Star Kid’s daily
life look like? How does it go?
Imagine yourself to be a Star Kid. That’s not too difficult if you
are one. It’s a bit more of a stretch, but still somehow strangely
familiar, if you are a Latent Star Kid or adult Star Seed. And if
you are not a Star Kid at all, well, follow along and let’s go
through a day in the life of a Star Kid.
Let’s say hat you are Abigail (Abby) Jones, 11, and a sixth grader
at Porter Valley Middle School. You live in a single-parent,
working-class household with your mother, brother, little sister and
You wake up at 6:30 on a school morning. As you rub the sleep from
your eyes, you remember a “Dream” you had during the night that woke
you up a little after midnight, because it was so intense.
In the “Dream” a handsome male figure in a flowing robe stood in
front of you and told you that you were about to meet a new boy. You
would recognize him because he was quite tall for sixth grade, was
good-looking, had dark hair, high cheekbones, a hooked nose, and a
dark-red birthmark the size of a quarter right below his left ear.
His name would be Erik. The figure in white said that you should pay
close attention to Erik, and try to get to know him. He is special.
Furthermore, one day he would be your husband.
You tuck the “Dream” away in a corner of your mind that you reserve
for things that will need further attention later, and shower,
dress, and go downstairs for breakfast.
Your brother, who is only one year younger than you, has a
smaller-than-usual aura around his head and shoulders. He coughs
frequently and complains about getting too chilled yesterday
swimming laps at the park pool to try to get into shape to make his
school’s swim team. You give him a hug and quietly send him some
Your younger sister, Cecily, 7, is playing with the cats, who are
under the kitchen table. One of the cats jumps up on the kitchen
table, making a bee-line for a bowl of cereal over-brimming with
milk. Cecily shoots the cat a look, and you can hear in your head
the silent rebuke that Cecily is mentally telepathing to the cat.
The cat stops, turns around, and looks at Cecily, studying whether
she really means it. You can hear in your head Cecily’s follow-up
thought message to the cat, “Yes, I mean it. Buffy, no milk! Get
down off the table now!” The cat studies your younger sister a bit
longer, and then slowly, reluctantly pads to the edge of the table
and jumps down.
You finish breakfast, kiss your mother good-bye, and walk to the
street corner to wait with the other kids for the school bus. Your
best friend, Tracey is there, sporting heavier-thanusual eye shadow
and make-up. You get an instant feeling-intuition-impression that
all is not well. Looking at her face you notice a little
discoloration under her left eye, almost but not quite hidden by the
A picture suddenly lashes into your mind of Tracey’s
father slapping her so hard in the face that it knocks her down.
“Oh, no!” you find yourself blurting out, “Tracey, is your dad back
hitting you again?” Tracey’s head hangs down, and you see a tear
sliding down and smudging her make-up a little. “Abby,” she starts,
then breaks down crying. You place your arm around her and squeeze
her, pouring in every last ounce of protective white light and
pearlescent-golden healing energy you can muster.
The bus comes and whisks you and the other kids off to school.
First Period is Social Studies, and Mr. Shankar, the teacher, has
announced a quiz. You haven’t really studied for the quiz, because
frankly you find the Civil War rather boring and stupid. But as you
do the quiz, you find the answers coming to you despite not having
really studied. You finish the quiz, set down your pencil, and wait
for the rest of the kids to finish.
Meanwhile, you notice that
there’s a new boy sitting in the back of the classroom. He is tall,
nice-enough looking, almost a hunk, with dark hair, a nose with a
bit of a beak to it, and whoa! Now you notice his aura. You really
have hardly seen an aura that big in a kid before. Mr. Shankar pipes
up: “Times up! Pencils down!” You make a mental note to check out
this new boy at recess.
Mr. Shankar clears his throat and says,
“Class, today we have a new
student who has transferred here from Albany, New York. Class, I’d
like you to meet Erik Granger.”
Erik stands up and waves shyly. As
he turns to face the students in one corner of the classroom, you
notice a dark red birthmark below his left ear. Your jaw drops, and
the quiz sheet falls from your hand. “Abby,” Mr. Shankar’s voice
slowly penetrates your state of shock, “you dropped your quiz. Pick
it up....Abby, did you hear me?”
You can hardly wait for the lunch break. Trying to be nonchalant,
you take your cafeteria tray over to the table where Erik is sitting
by himself. You set down your tray not too close to his and sit.
“Hi,” you find yourself blurting out, “my name is Abby. You must be
Erik.” A few pleasantries are exchanged, and you answer a few
questions Erik has about how things go at this new school.
telling him how Porter Valley Middle School isn’t really bad, when
you notice that Erik is staring at you intently. It’s not like the
stare you get from so many middle school boys – impudent
superiority, or checking out your boobs. Erik is staring at you transfixedly, almost through you. Finally he breaks his reverie,
clears his throat nervously, and says, “You know what, Abby? You
look kind of familiar. In fact, you look like someone I had a dream
about last night.”
PE class was really a work-out. You do okay in soccer, and certainly
did work up a sweat. In the gym dressing room, you happen to notice
the other girls’ bodies. You are the tallest in your grade. You’ve
got a pretty womanly figure, and while you don’t know it yet, your
ample breasts are already their full adult size. As you look around,
you notice the different energies coming off the various girls.
you feel a strong affinity with, even some few that you don’t know
very well. From the little bit that you’ve been reading about Star
Kids, you feel that these girls may also be Star Kids. Other girls
in the dressing room feel, well, just ordinary. They’re alright as
persons, but there is no special energy coming off them. Then you
notice Diana, a short, stocky girl with dishwater blonde hair.
she is dressed she wears Goth garb, but now that she’s naked in the
shower, you notice that she has an anarchist symbol tattooed on her
left shoulder, and a Satanic goat’s head tattooed on her right
buttock. You can feel the dark energy pouring off her, which makes
you shudder inside. As you’re appraising her, she suddenly looks up,
like she could feel you looking at her from behind. She shoots you a
dark hateful stare. You instinctively break gaze, and internally you
throw up extra shielding of white protective light against this one,
who has lost her way.
Afternoon Science class is a hoot! Mrs. Harney has decided to spice
up the learning section on gasses by having everyone gather around a
sodium vapor lamp, that works by electrical excitation of the vapor
into a plasma, causing the resultant glowing gas field to emit a
intense orangish light. Mrs. Harney is explaining all this, and then
dramatically flicks on the switch and the lamp stutters and then
quickly flares up into a powerful glow. Your best friend Tracey is
standing next to you, and you look each other in the eye and grin,
as the same inspiration comes into both of your minds at the same
Tracey, despite being an abused kid, is also a Star Kid. She and you
have noticed previously that sometimes street lights go out when you
two walked under them. Tracey gives you a mischievous wink, and you
nod in agreement. Then you both stare intently at Mrs. Harney’s
proudly glowing sodium vapor lamp. Suddenly, without warning, the
lamp winks out.
Mrs. Harney frantically flips the switch on and off
repeatedly, but to no avail. The sodium vapor lamp refuses to
re-light. Tracey breaks out into a giggle, and Mrs. Harney turns to
her. “Tracey, that is not funny. It’s not nice to laugh about an
accident.” Then Mrs. Harney turns to the class and explains, “It
must be a blown fuse or something.” It is all you can do not to join
Tracey in her mischievous giggle.
After school, you’re standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus
home. Erik walks up and asks if he can walk you home and get a
little better acquainted. You demur, explaining how it is too far to
walk home, and besides, your mother would be very upset if you
showed up at home with a boy you just met. And how your mother says
you’re too young to be dating. Erik smiles pleasantly and says that
he understands. Besides, he notes, walking a girl home isn’t really
a date. “And I don’t know you well enough for a date, yet,” he adds.
When you hear the “yet”, a chill and shiver of excitement run up
The evening news is on the television, as your mother prepares
dinner. You notice a news story about some anniversary of the first
atomic bomb coming up. You find yourself blurting out, “It won’t be
the last one either,” without really knowing where that came from.
Your brother shoots you a quizzical look. You shrug. Your little
sister Cicely runs into the kitchen and tells your mother, “Mom!
Abby says there’s going to be another nuclear war.” Your mother
dries her hands on her apron, hugs Cicely, and says, “I know,
Cicely, I know.” You get a start at your mother’s response, and make
a mental note to talk to her later about how she knew.
Dinner is a vegetable ratatouille, salad, and homemade whole wheat
bread. Your younger sister Cicely is not yet fully integrated into
the vegetarian diet your mother provides and wonders out loud why
she can’t have hot dogs once in a while like the other kids she
You notice that the ratatouille could use a bit more salt, so you
face your brother and send that thought in his direction. He
absentmindedly passes you the salt-shaker without missing a chew in
his dinner. No one seems to notice that this transaction took place
without a spoken word being said.
That night, after your brother and sister are in bed, you slip into
your mother’s room and ask her how she knows that there is going to
be another atomic bomb go off. Your mother sits up in bed, pats the
bed for you to sit down near her, and looks you straight in the eye.
“Abby, you are my oldest and most special, gifted child. I’ve
watched you growing up, and seen the things that you can do and your
special knowing. I can’t take credit for the wonderful girl you are,
but let me say this: I’ve been down the same road. I don’t talk
about it a lot, but some of the things you do, I do, too.”
kisses you and sends you to bed.
You lie there in your own bed, not quite able to sleep yet. It has
been a rather exciting day. You say a prayer to Spirit that Tracey’s
dad finds a way to manage his anger and stop taking it out on her.
You find yourself thinking about that class witch, Diana, and
surround her with the clear light of being able to see the true
nature of things.
You think about the new boy, Erik, and what he
said at the bus stop. Will the future bring dates with Erik? Will it
turn out the way the white-robed figure predicted? Will Erik and you
go steady, even eventually get married? And if you do, will you have
a baby? What kind of a baby will he or she be? Will the child be a
Star Kid? Silly girl! Of course the child will be a Star Kid! Wow!
That Erik sure has an intense aura. He really gives off powerful
energy. And mom says that she can really feel my energy more
intensely than the other children’s. What if Erik and I put our
awesome energies together? What kind of Star Child would our baby
be? Why did that special messenger come to me in a “dream”? What did
Erik mean that he had a dream about me last night? Did he have a
visit from the same white-robed messenger? Where did that messenger
come from? And how did he know that
I would meet Erik?
So many questions.
As you drift off to sleep, you
find yourself hoping that some answers will come to you during the
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