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Social Media: The Sexual Predator July 11, 2009

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As a marketer and web designer specializing in social media marketing, I have one rule that is never broken. No personal pictures of children. I would rather lose a client because I know that the web is a scary place filled with anonymity and people with no value for children. While parents protect their children from those hiding in the shadows of secrecy in real life, many parents unwittingly expose their children to thousands of sexual predators and molesters who are simply a click away.

If there is one message that I would love to give every parent who engages in social media or marketing for their business it would be: the web is not your friend!

Here are six NEVER DO things for social media and websites to protect your children:

1.  Never use pictures of your children as your profile picture. So many parents use pictures of their children instead of themselves as profile or avatar images. While I appreciate the need for parents to retain obscurity, think about the exposure of your children and their image to mass populations of people.

2.  Never put pictures of your children on your website or blog. Perhaps the most accessible way to gain pictures, a website or blog surrenders pictures with just a right click and SAVE AS. Posing a double threat, many website and blogs are directly traceable to a location by phone number or direct address.  Might as well place a google map on your child with a large YOU ARE HERE arrow.

3.  Never share pictures over social media.  Having seen people post a link to vacation pictures or family fun on Twitter or Facebook, the warning light bulb burns white hot upon the realization that thousands of unknown people exist in each account. Even in the strictest of social media sites that require you to validate your “friends,” people can sneak in to your connections. Further, when connections comment on your photos, your photos show up in the highlights of their connections! In certain social media, your pictures can be shared and re-tweeted to a whole new group of people without your knowledge.

4.  Never send pictures over email. If you send pictures of your children to company email addresses, then they go through a server administrated by people. As email can easily be viewed, saved, downloaded, and forwarded, grabbing these pictures of your children is not difficult. Most servers automatically scan downloads and attachments for viruses and generate reports to administrators.

5.  Never forget that someone does not have to touch your child to exploit them. When placing the pictures of your children in any online electronic format, never forget that you are exposing them to exploitation by one simple right click. In the thousands of people on the internet and in social media profiles, consider the chances that one of them is either a pedophile or sexual predator. The chances are very good!

6.  Never let innocence block your view of the truth. So many parents see their children with innocence rather than the potential for exploitation. Innocent pictures of children in the bath tub or playing in the backyard sprinkler are graphic to a sick mind. Although it might be painful to think in that manner, there are many consequences more painful than protecting your child by seeing the truth.

People often protect their financial information more stringently than their children because they feel safe in tucking their children into bed at night.

Not quite…in reality, it takes less than 10 seconds to right click on a picture and upload it to a new webpage. In those 10 seconds, a charming picture of a 7 year old girl in her new bathing suit splashing around in a pool can hit a child pornography website and be up for sale to thousands of pedophiles for a few dollars.

Sickening? Yes.

Are you ready for worse? Social media pages and websites often have exact locations connected to the parents’ profile. Even more directly, many social media profiles have websites that list as a location and phone number on the website or in a domain search. In less time than it takes to post that innocent picture to share with family and friends, a child molester can find the exact address of your child. When posting pictures of children, many parents post their names and ages with the picture.

Is there anything more persuasive for a child than a person who knows their parents name as well as their own? It is quite an advantage for sexual predator.

After watching a recent episode of Raising the Bar, it was very clear that my own experiences with parents reflects the comfortable naiveté of reality in how often people forget that the web is not their friend because we have grown up with the web as a part of our lives. I suggest this episode to every single person responsible for the well-being of children who uses the social media or the web as part of their connection with family, marketing for a business, or expansion of a social network.

Raising the Bar http://www.tnt.tv/dramavision/?oid=49111&eref=sharethisUrl.  

Remember: The web is not your friend!

Intuitive Empathy: Intuitive Bonding as a Gift December 17, 2008

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By Diana Bourgeois

“You are pregnant,” my voice, even now, sounded so sure that there did not seem room for questions.

“Not that I know,” Little Sister replied.  Though she is over 29 years old and married for more than 10 years, I always think of her as Little Sister because I have known my husband since she was an annoying, gap toothed six year old that followed us everywhere. 

“Yes, you are.  It’s going to be a boy.  I just had a dream of you and Little One (my niece) playing with a baby.  He looks like you…dark blonde hair…blue eyes….your chin,” as if that ended the conversation.  For me, it did.

“No.  I don’t think so,” she laughed, nervously.

“Ok…call me when you find out for sure,” I added, hanging up the phone to make an entry into my journal.  For as long as I can remember, I have kept a journal of dreams, intuitive happenings, and imprints.  Sometimes, it helped me to remember details that the hard wiring of my epileptic brain would not keep in storage.  Other times, my journal gave me proof that I was actually living these experiences.

When intuitive experiences happen at a young age, adults often use words like ‘imaginary friend’ or ‘make believe’ to adjust the reality of children to a world that does not operate on the same intuitive level in the hopes that they grow out of it.  Unfortunately, many of children disconnect from the awesome resource of an intuitive sense instead of embrace it.  Luckily, for me, my epilepsy gave me leverage to seek a deeper understanding of the workings of my mind.  To mentally test my wings at a young age…what a gift!

Years later, as an adult that accepts the many intuitive experiences of my life, I can say with a smile that it has provided a mental patchwork quilt of stories and connections that I have collected to warm my soul every day. It is the collection of amazing experiences…a path of life…with incredible scenery.

As Little Sister said to my nephew a few months ago, “Aunt Diana knew you before Mommy.  She told Mommy you were coming.  Remember when I told you that?”

“Yes,” he whispered, “tell me again.”  And I smiled as she told him again and the power of intuitive bonding when accepted as a gift.

Intuitive Empathy: Answering the Call December 2, 2008

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By Diana Bourgeois

“It’s good to see you, Shelly,” my favorite grandfather’s hand covered mine as I stood quietly in shock.  I had been warned that his Alzheimer’s had progressed since I left for college, but to think he did not remember me at all was close to devastating.   The knowledge that he seemed to remember my cousin Shelly added salt to the wound.

“It’s good to see you too Gramps,” I barely stuttered through the lump in my throat, meeting his tired brown eyes. They were my eyes….my Dads eyes.  He smiled again obviously losing connection to the moment.

An hour later, my dad found me in the bathroom crying at the shattered childhood memories of the incredible man I had enjoyed knowing as my Grandfather.  Trying to comfort me with quiet words, my Dad told me to hold on to my last good memory.  My thoughts rode with me constantly through the 15 hour trip back to college.  Exams, studying, working, and a new marriage consumed me for the next few weeks and left me exhausted beyond belief.  I barely collapsed into the bed each night.  More than that, I had an established “Do Not Disturb” period of three hours that gave me just enough time to nap and get back to work before classes started.

As the holidays approached, life went from hectic to chaotic in a matter of minutes.  Everything due at once and plans started to pile up as hours slipped into days.  A few days before the holiday break, I found a few extra hours to decide between sleeping and studying for my last exam.  This time, Irish Literature would have to wait!  Relaxing deeply into my bed, it seemed like the chatter of the day cleared with the onset of peaceful sleep.  Except for one voice…quietly calling my name….once…and then again…as I felt something lightly brush my hand.  Opening my eyes, I could see him standing at the end of my bed.

“Diana, I remember.  I never forgot,” his voice travelled the short distance between us.  I stared into the darkness longer after he disappeared, unable to move from disbelief.  I could see the alarm clock on the dresser and it was 2 am.  Clearly, I was exhausted, and my mind was dealing with my disappointment.

Calling my Dad at 2 am in the morning would be crazy.  He would probably send someone around to check on me…didn’t matter I reasoned as I dialed the phone.  Ringing….my Dad finally answered….as I recounted to him what had happened…babbling way too fast for the human brain to digest at anytime of the day.

“Let me call you back,” he returned, after telling him the story twice.

Listening to the phone ring, still sitting up in bed, I carefully answered the call and listened. Dad confirmed what I already knew to be true.  “You were lucky.  You were the last one to see him.  You must have meant a lot to him for him to come and see you.”

In the days afterward, at my Grandfathers funeral, I was in awe of the final gift he had given me.  Not only did I know how much he loved me, but I knew he had gone to a place that was better than the one he was in now…no pain…no tiredness…no Alzheimer’s.

Embracing Intuitive Energy with Psychic Bonds August 8, 2008

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By Diana Bourgeois

“I will miss you little one,” I embraced my niece last week after breakfast as she pouted about our parting.  Never having been close to children in my life, I have always been analytical in my approach.  However, from the beginning of the trip when she slipped her hand into mine, I could intuitively feel the connection of her energy.

“I won’t miss you,” she continued to pout.  At nine years old, her world is composed of what happens every minute instead of what might be next week.

“Yes, you will,” I smiled again at the tears in her eyes with her face between my hands.  I knew we had to get back to the condo to pack for our trip home, but I took an extra moment to hug her close to me.

“I will miss you,” she whispered back at me from her soul as she hugged me back.

As my husband and I returned to the condo our family had shared during the week, he hurried to finishing loading the car.  As I walked from room to room, I could feel the emptiness in every room except one…her room.

“What are you doing?” my husband inquired as I stood in my niece’s room.

“I can feel her energy is still here.  She left something,” I said in response.

“My sister said she watched them check everywhere…even under the bed,” he stated factually.

“Ok, but her energy is still here.  Let me look,” I stated as he strolled off to finish packing.  As I looked under the bed, in the closet, the drawers, and even under the covers, I could not get rid of the feeling that her energy was whispering to me.

As I turned to leave the room, a small night table on the far side of the bed caught my eye.  Even before I opened the drawer, I knew what I would find there.  I could hear the electronic barking of her beloved electronic dog (she had taken it everywhere during our trip).  Opening the drawer slowly, almost unable to believe it myself, the little dog with golden hair the color of my nieces stared up at me from the cover of the case.  Her name embossed on the outside…I smiled as I retrieved it from the drawer.

Walking out to the balcony to where my husband was packing the car, I called down to him to call his sister and tell her that “chicklet” (our nickname for my niece) has forgotten her prized video dog.

“Where was it?” he inquired with a smile of satisfaction as he dialed.

“Bedside table,” I returned his smile.

Often, to feel the energy of others is difficult and stressing because you take in their emotional turmoil.  However, by accepting your intuitive nature and opening your being to feel the intuitive energy of another human being can build a bond more valuable than words.  For, in that moment, what I acknowledged was not my own intuitive gift.  I acknowledged that long ago.  I embraced a new level of my relationship with my niece by allowing my gift to reach out to her and recognize the intuitive connection between us.