They Called Me Starchild: The Sacred Journey to Finding My Life’S Purpose

By Rena Huisman

Who am I? Why am I here? What is my lifes purpose? These seem like reasonable questions that should automatically come with answers at the time of our birth, but they dont. Instead, we spend our lives trying to figure them out through trial and error or what Rena calls enlightenment through life experience.

Encouraged to share her experience by her guides, she reveals how easy it is to ask for help and ignore the answers. To allow internal fears and preconceived ideas blind us from our true calling. But most importantly, she shows us how patient the universe is knowing that we are energetic beings living a physical life who need their help.

Through her book, Rena shares her sacred journey to finding her lifes purposea journey that began with hearing the name Starchild.

When we are ready, we will hear, see, feel, and know the answers to our questions and have the undeniable knowledge of who we are, and why we are here (Rena Huisman).

Rena is the author of The Would-Be Medium: My Ten-Year Journey as a Workshop Junkie. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia, with her husband (Kurt), son (Travis) and little furry one, Stitch. Her daughter, Sydney, is a proud member of the US Navy.

www.RenaHuisman.com

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Aug 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781982210205

Rena Huisman

Rena Huisman is an Author and Psychic Medium who works full time at a large financial institution. She began having supernatural experiences when she was six years old, which continued throughout her teenage years. Today, she spends most of her time writing, but plans to begin teaching in 2019. She is a seeker at heart, always looking for new ways to expand her knowledge and move past preconceived boundaries of time and space, reaching her full potential as an energetic being. What does that look like? She has no idea but promises to share the story once she figures it out. Rena lives in Fairfax, Virginia with her husband (Kurt), son (Travis), and French bulldog, Stitch. Her daughter, Sydney is a proud member of the US Navy.

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THE LIGHT WENT ON

Fear has always been a barrier for me. It is like a giant wall that follows me around ready to block my view the minute I see greener pastures. I had spent the last 14 years studying metaphysics. To be more specific, studying Psychic and Mediumship development along with a host of other topics. I thought my dream job was to be the next John Holland or Doreen Virtue, but it wasn’t working out that way. For starters, you have to actually give readings to be a famous Psychic Medium, which I completely admit I wasn’t doing.

For the last 28 years I have been working for a large financial institution. What is my role you ask? Well that depends on the day. Things change in the blink of an eye and so do my job titles. My motto: Remain flexible. Yes, it paid the bills and made it possible for me to take classes and buy as many books as my brain could take in. But it also made it nearly impossible for me commit the time needed to give readings consistently to become a well-known Psychic Medium one day. At least that is what I kept telling myself.

Over the years I had spent a fair amount of time blaming my guides for my situation as well as my day job. Where were they? Why weren’t they helping me in the same way that I overheard other Mediums bragging about their guides? But the truth was, I was afraid. I wanted them to tell me what to do, point me in the right direction and make the hard decisions for me.

Who am I? Why am here? What is my life’s purpose? These seem like reasonable questions that should automatically come with answers at the time of our birth, but they don’t. Instead, we spend our life trying to figure them out through trial and error or what I now call, enlightenment through life experience. Those frustrating times when we are trying to get out of our own way but keep creating barriers and eventually end up going in circles.

So, it totally made my head spin when I read through my journals and the reality of what I was reading began to sink in. How could I be so blind? was my first thought, swiftly followed by, what an idiot. It was mind boggling to think about how many times I had ignored their signs and messages over the years. I asked, I prayed, I got down on my knees and begged for direction. But when the information came through, it went right over my head. Now it was staring me directly in the face.

There within the pages of my journals were dozens of entries written in their language of light channeled through me. They were the answers to my questions and spiritual guidance waiting patiently for me to read through them and let their meaning penetrate past my preconceived idea of who I was and why I was here. Each message was like a stepping stone leading me down a hidden path. Each step bringing me closer to my new sense of reality – everything I thought I knew had now flipped on its head.

There within the pages was the story of my life. Not just of this lifetime, but an important one that I had experienced in between lives. A non-physical existence with no boundaries of time or space; a multi-dimensional reality that sat alongside of the physical world. It was a Sacred Journey that began with the name Starchild.

THREE MESSAGES

The first time I heard the name Starchild was the summer of 2014. I was sitting on the sofa with my mentor Sheila Cash, in her beautiful home in Oakton, Virginia. She was walking me through a technique called scrying. While holding a reflective object, it is used to tune in and channel information from those multi-dimensional beings around us that we refer to as our guides.

Sheila is a psychic medium who has used her talents and abilities as a teacher, mentor, and intuitive counselor for over twenty years. At the time, I was one of Sheila’s mentoring students, who attended classes in her home a few days a month to work on developing my psychic and mediumship abilities. Although I had attended dozens of classes, and had even given readings on occasion, I still felt stuck and without direction.

Am I missing something? Is there something I should be doing to help move myself out of this rut? I asked, the frustration seeping out of every pore.

Sheila’s calm look and soft smile said it all – it was part of the process of intuitive growth. But it didn’t change how I felt. The questions were real, and today I was really hoping for an answer

Take another deep breath, and as you exhale, allow yourself to completely relax. When you are ready, open your eyes and look into the mirror.

I opened my eyes and peered into the small round mirror that I was holding in my hands. At that moment the reflection was a perfect image of myself and the disappointment was already starting to creep in

Sheila’s voice continued to gently guide me through the exercise as I did my best to calm and clear my mind of the endless chatter. But there was an internal battle of the wits going on between my head and my heart, until I finally closed my eyes for a moment to stop the madness. When I re-opened them, things had changed. At first, I thought I was seeing things. It’s funny how that happens, even to those of us who are intentionally trying to see something normally not visible through our physical eyes. As I focused on what I was seeing in the mirror, I began to hear the voices of three energetic beings that were staring back at me. They took turns speaking and when my connection to them came to a natural end, I quickly scribbled their messages down in my journal before they faded from memory.

The first guide I met introduced himself as, The doorkeeper to Avalon. In my eyes it was Merlin, the sorcerer/magician in the legend of King Arthur. He had a long white beard and wore a white robe that was tied around his waist. Merlin’s message was that I needed to return to magic and alchemy by working with plants and flowers. He said that when I did, my former knowledge would start coming back to me. As he was talking, he handed me a book with a red leather cover. The pages had symbols and writing that I didn’t understand, but he assured me that once I began working with flowers, plants, and herbs the memory of the magic behind them would come back. He also said that I could visit with him at any time for guidance.

The second guide was a Kachina, a deified ancestral spirit in the mythology of Pueblo Indians. His arms and neck were painted white with turquoise stripes, and there were red dots painted around his neck and on the feathers or pieces of wood coming out of the top of his rectangular mask. When he spoke he called me, Starchild, which should have surprised me or at least got my attention, but it didn’t. He stood in front of an archway made of red rock, and as I continued to stare into the mirror, he pointed up at the sky and explained that I could speak to the stars and go through doorways between the living and the dead. Before he left, he smiled, looked at the moon, and called me, Moon child.

The third guide appeared to be in Egypt. She was beautiful, with suntanned skin and an elongated head. Her back was to me as she appeared to be gazing out into the distance, but I couldn’t see what she was looking at. She was standing in a type of doorway – everything around her was made of light brown brick. As I looked towards her, without turning her head, she asked, Why are you staring at me?

The question took me by surprise and I immediately looked down at my feet while explaining that I meant no disrespect. Shortly after she said her name was Hodra (or something like that) and explained that she foresaw/oversaw the birth and re-birth process. Before our time together was over, I got the distinct feeling that she didn’t like the way I was dressed (jeans, Vans, t-shirt).

Later that day, while I was at home reading through the messages, I found myself completely focused on the message from Merlin. The thought of working with spells was so fun and exciting that I completely overlooked the incredible messages given by the other two guides. The Kachina gave me insight into who I was and the abilities that I had – Mediumship, and Hodra let me know that she oversaw the birth and re-birth process – transformation. These were two very powerful messages from two stunning guides, but I never gave them a second thought.

Looking back, I can’t help but wonder, what if? What if I had taken Merlin’s advice and began working with herbs and flowers, instead of making excuses about no time and place for potting vegetation in the house? What if I had reached out later that day, or week, or month and talked to the Kachina about the possibilities of being a go between the living and the dead? What if I had taken the time to put them all together: Transformation + Magic/Alchemy (transmutation) + Mediumship. Would I have realized that I was going through the transformation of stepping into my abilities as a Medium by acknowledging and owning who I was, and changing the way I viewed myself from the inside out? Could it have saved me years of frustration? That’s hard to say.

OUT OF BODY

As summer came to an end, it had been over a month since I’d had any interaction with my guides. I was feeling guilty for not taking the time to meditate or write in my journal. Then out of the blue, I had the most incredible dreams, one right after the other.

In the first dream, I woke up realizing that I had been levitating above my bed. I was scared and immediately started praying for protection. When I finished my prayer, I began sharing the story with a guy who was in the room with me.

While I was talking to him, it dawned on me, what if levitating wasn’t something negative or evil, but something positive that humans are capable of? With that thought, we decided to try it again while I was awake. He asked me what I remembered feeling before and while it (levitating) was happening. I remembered the tingling in my stomach and the overwhelming sensation that I was weightless. So, I laid down and started to relax, bringing myself to that same feeling and then allowing myself to float up. I could feel it start to happen, but my inner fear was like a weight holding me back from floating. I shared this with the guy and as we thought it over, I looked across the room and began to see every atom, every particle that made up the physical world including the air we breathe. It began as a little sparkle, then a few more, and then it unraveled right in front of me. I could see EVERYTHING around me. I sat there, mouth open, and simply watched, unable to say a word. As time passed, I shared my experience with the guy I was talking to. I believed something inside me had opened up to all of our possibilities.

In the second dream, I was living in an apartment complex. I wasn’t feeling well. This had been going on for a while.