Divine Child

Karl Jung referred to the inner child as the Divine Child.

I wonder how differently we would all feel if we referred to our inner child as divine, if we believed it, if we felt it, if we acted as though it were the truth. It is the truth. To see the holiness and divinity within us.

I wonder how the recovery movement would have approached inner child work if we thought of it as divine child work. Would it have been more spiritual and less focused on play? What would be different? Would it have embraced the wonder and joy of existing in this world, in this moment, while living in eternity as well?

I wonder. I wonder what it would be like if I looked at my self and saw and believed in my beauty and divinity, my inner child essence that way. And saw that beauty and divinity all the time.

To see that in myself I have to go back to being an infant of six months old or so. My mother abused me from birth on, using me like her own little dollie.  It is in my first six months that I was still able to hold onto something divine, something specially from God, something beautiful and eternal.

After that I see how much the sexual abuse tainted me, hurt me, wounded me, altered me. Before I was shattered.

When I look into myself as a baby before some of the worst abuses started, I see the divine in me. I see inside myself a golden quality, a light shining throughout my body and little flakes of what looks like gold leaf floating in the light suffusing my body.

I see the divine child that I was. I want to live in that moment forever.