Quantum Parenting: Protecting the Sacred Ecology of the Soul

It’s easy to look at a child and treat them like an adult, but until a child fully develops their prefrontal cortex at around age 3 he or she can’t act rationally. Their brains are not developed enough to  control their emotions and actions.  Until that time arrives, until the brain folds itself into reason, they exist in the quantum realm. To look upon a child and demand reason is to demand that the ocean contain itself in a cup. The child is still the ocean, still the wind, still the boundless cosmos that sent them forth. They have yet to comprehend barriers nor acknowledge limits. The arrival of a child into this world is a cosmic event, a transference of energy from the infinite into the finite.  A child does not enter rationally, they emerge boundless to the rigid constructs of linear time. A baby is born as a whisper from the ether, wrapped in the purest frequency of divinity. They are totally tapped in, totally tuned in to the almighty infinite truth, that we are all one, and we are all connected in the web of energy. They see it. They’re from it. They feel it. They know before they are taught, feel before they are guided, and exist in a state of unity with all things before separation is introduced to them. Their minds are open because they live in the place before thought. They are not linear and neither should our parenting.

When raising a child, it's so easy to get caught up in the stress of raising a child. As we tend to them, preparing them for life ahead, we forget they are still falling, still arriving, still halfway between the place they came from and the place they are going. The child still remains a child, this is their state.  They exist in the land of imagination, a place most grownups have long since abandoned, but that doesn’t make it any less real. The imagination land is quantum physics. 

If you’ve ever lifted the veil, if you’ve ever sat in stillness, ever let your mind slip past the edges of what’s been taught and into what’s your truth, or taken a psychedelic trip that peeled back the surface of this world, then you may be familiar with this language: as parents, mentors, caregivers, and as a collective humanity,  it’s our job to help them come down.  

They are still in descent, still floating somewhere between the place they came from and the place they are going. And it is our responsibility, our duty, our sacred obligation, to catch them. To soften the landing. to make it as safe as possible for them to get a grip on the surface, on the element they can stand upon in their adult life, ten toes into the Earth, trusting it will hold them. We must  become cushions that surround the children as they descend from their celestial state. They exist in the world but have not yet fallen from the stars. To gently weave them into the material plane, not through rigid demands of structure, but through the sacred dance of being, guidance, and intuitive nurturing. It’s our job to raise them by example and staying present as this is their language. 

We must look through the lens of our children to see what they see: infinite potential in the infinite world all around us. What? What is this? What is that? Who am I? Who are you? Mommy? Daddy? The fortunate ones with big families that love them? And the less fortunate orphans who have nothing? All their questions need not to be answered with mere logic. What are words to a child but funny sounding vibrations? The words are emotional blueprints, a compilation of patterns of thoughts, feelings, and actions  that we inherit from our ancestors. The answers they seek NEED to be explored with them. What is going on HERE NOW?

My son asked me today, "how can an orphaned baby survive with no one to love them?" I told him, "they cannot." The body itself withers without the vibrations of care and connection. As babies, someone needed to feed us, nourish us, clothe us, completely take care of us. The greatest tragedy of our world is neither hunger, disease, nor war, it is the absence of love in the places it is needed most.

We must love our children, all of them, every single one who have fallen to grace this earth.whether they have arms waiting for them or not Because love is the oxygen. Love is the soil. Love is the gravity that allows them to land whole.

If a rainforest is worth saving, if a river is worth protecting, if an endangered species is worth fighting for, then how much more sacred is the pure, wild, unbroken spirit in the mind of a child? Children are nature, before we tame them, they are potential, stretched out across the sky like dawn waiting to break. But we rush them. We tell them to think straight. To act right. To be logical.

And in doing so, we teach them to forget. To forget the magic. To forget that before they had a name, before they had a body, before they knew the words of this world, they were everything.

But it is not just the child who must remember.

It is us. Our minds must not be rational when dealing with our children because they do operate from a rational head space. Humanity isn't developed from a logical place. We all arrive within and from the cosmic Ether, the quantum realm that births all life equal and expanding. 

We must look to see the world again the way they do. With curious, fearless wonder. 

We must remember that we, too, came from that place and arrived in a body so fresh it could still hear the whisper of the stars. And maybe, if we are still enough, quiet enough, open enough to it, we will hear the songs of the angels again. To remember our birthplace is our birthright. to be able to tap into that cosmic quantum realm And bring forth from it the secrets of life and be able to integrate them into our daily walk. This is our birth power. We are divine and divinely connected and guided. I trust our life, I trust our truth. 

Quantum Parenting is about shaping a child while preserving their divine nature.

The sacred art of keeping love at the center of it all. Radical acceptance catching them as they are, and re-learning from them where we come from. Infinite beauty is upon them during their conception. From the moment they reach the inside of their mother’s womb this world imprints on them. They are learning from experience who they are, floating in the warm mother, and as they are birthed, becoming and remembering. 

We will walk our children, hand-in-hand, or we won’t. we will guide our children or we wont, but the sacred remains: humanity can't survive without Love.

We will all find our way back to the infinite.

by Violeta-Gaia Obelar