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A new collective self has made itself known. These are the ‘Little Ones’ who may be a sub-group of the ‘Children of Humanity’. This is only a preliminary description of this collective self. I will add to it when Tim and I know more.

Reading this entry before publishing, I am well aware how weird it must seem to anyone who is identified with rationalism and logic or anyone who has simply not experienced such things. I know I may seem strange to many people who don’t know me and my work. And yet it seems important to make this information available to those who may make good use of it.

The Little Ones
Most of the members of this collective self are 1-3 year old. Their experience at the moment is terrible. It looked and felt like a muddy hell in which each of them struggles alone, feeling deep sadness, depression and despair.
They just want to die.

Things improved a bit after we talked twice, I am happy to say. The urgency to die diminished. But my personal work with them cannot possibly be enough. I hope others will join in trying to help them. If you need advice on how to do so – please contact me.

Depression Begins When We’re Three Years Old
When I first ‘met’ ‘The Little Ones’, there seemed to be no way to help them. Things began to shift only when they managed to cry. It was a throat-rending wail, very painful. “Maybe there’s hope after all”, the spokes-toddler said after they cried.

They carry depression and despair for us, it seems. Like little sacks of depression. The child who spoke for the rest of them said “we’re mostly 3-year-old. That’s when the depression begins”.

To understand this statement, it may be important to remember what a collective self is (of this kind – there seems to be another kind), as far as Tim Kelley and I understand it right now. It is made up of all our similar personal inner selves. That is, in this case, all our personal sensitive ‘Little Ones’ together: mine, yours and those belonging to the rest of humanity.

When we are children, we already have parts/selves. While other selves in a small child can be cheerful and optimistic, the sensitive child is very delicate and will easily feel bad when it encounters the harsher sides of life, feels alone or simply isn’t seen – to state just a few options.
The sweet spokes-kid explained that when this happens, most parents can’t cope with the pain, depression and despair in their children: “the moment we begin to be depressed or sad or feel terrible – no grownup wants to see that and we have to go.”

What this means is that such an inner child usually becomes disowned and disappears from sight – becomes unconscious. It is not really gone – we just become disconnected from it, though it still influences us. When the rift is severe it can result in what the ancients would probably call ‘loss of soul parts’ (soul loss). It also means the suffering becomes more and more unbearable as the inner child is now even more lonely and desperate.

So there is little acceptance and knowledge of this sensitive, wonderful part in our ‘physical’ children – which means that none of its feelings can be expressed in a simple healthy way. Parents may not see it at all or, when it appears, stir their children away from it or react to it in unwelcoming ways.

“It’s so sad to be us it just makes us want to die,” said the child. “When we are loved a bit like with Ora or her partner it’s like we can bloom and our hearts open and fill with love and some gladness. We just need to have a little bit of attention and to be loved just the way we are…”

At one point the childrens’ spokesman said they all felt like orphans.

“We Want to Help”
The next day I spoke with them again. They were feeling slightly less desperate and the desire to die subsided a bit. This time they explained how they love to help people. Most parents have no idea of the wish of this inner part (there are other parts in children who would not share this desire, I’m sure) to help on both emotional and practical levels. Who would think a 3-year-old (a part of him) wanted to help or could help in any meaningful way?
“When we are inside a little boy or girl when they are small, parents don’t let us help. They just do everything for us and they don’t think we can do things and help them and others and that makes us even more depressed. We can’t help people feel good. Everything is so hopeless. If at least they saw us and allowed us to help, but they do everything for us and don’t see us at all. We can help but grownups don’t think so, so what are we there for?”

It is really not ‘the grownups’’ fault – we usually don’t know, needless to say embrace, our own inner sensitive children. So how would we recognize and understand our children’s plight?

Remembering Our Personal Inner Children
It would be best if each person in the world learned to take good care of his own inner kids. I believe it to be one of the most transforming, healthy, wonderful things people can do for themselves. This, however, does not seem very likely in the immediate future. This is why working with collective parts and with the collective children seems so vital.
Whoever wishes to help should try to begin with his own inner children and then move to the collective self. One way of doing that can be to first connect with the personal sensitive children, be with them for a moment, check if they are okay or if they need more attention and then move on to the collective part.

The Children Speak
“We love you so much – if you ever knew! We want to be loved, we need to be loved. Please see us and listen to us even if it’s hard in the beginning.”

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