Much has been said about childbirth. Usually from the perspective of the mother but not the child. Having observed it in my own daughter and her mother it's as biologically messy and gooey as it gets. My wife at the time was in labor 48 hours. Labor had to be induced, and the nurses didn't want to do that without an epidural. But there was so much joy when it was complete. Last Friday my daughter earned her PhD. How time flies! 9 years of college. She far exceeded any expectations I had for her. I did teach her she could be anything she wanted to be. And while she should be proud of her achievement, her life journey is just beginning.
Nature seems to spare us the early memories of our journey through the birth canal, having our skulls compressed into the shape of an American football - flexible though they be at that stage of human life. The skull is soft and flexible to fit through our mother's pelvis. A baby gets quite a ride after enjoying 9 months in a liquid bliss environment bathed in the fluids of its mother in perfect temperature and heart felt loving expectation. I can only imagine the shock of that moment when it arrives. Most new mothers find it a shock too. Maybe there's a rare soul who remembers that infant journey. I have never read of one but that doesn't mean there aren't some. There are always outliers and exceptions.
Collectively we are in such a moment. Cosmic infants. I am not sure everyone is experiencing it all at the same time. That probably depends where you are in your journey. Not all babies are born on the same day. You have chosen the time of this energetic re-birth when its the perfect time for you. It may be collectively like a pan of popcorn, some kernels are early, and some are late to pop.
I will do what I have done since 2012, and give my view and experience. This time is so charged with emotions and upheaval that I won't give anyone else's view unless they ask me to share it, and even then I won't name them.
You may find that you are remembering things from another lifetime. You may find that some of what you remember is not pleasant, or can even have regrets attached to it. These will come in vignettes of images. The triggers can be anything as its associative in nature within the hologram of your essence structure, much like memories in the brain. As the unpleasant ones come through, feel them, acknowledge them and let them go. They are coming up for review and release from your energy field. Sometimes you may say "WTF, why did they do that to me?" and it may be from another life. Sometimes you will see things you did, and say "What was I thinking?". Let those go too.
You may also find your body doing really weird things even if you avoided vaccines. You may have headaches. You may lose your bowels and have to run to the restroom. You may find your self cold one day and warm the next. You may find you can't pull up the word you want in conversation, and wonder if you are becoming like Joe Biden bumbling through your thoughts which are intact but not easily experessed from your mouth. I know several experiencing that and so am I. You may say exactly the wrong thing to those you care about most. But they won't know why you said what you did. And you probably don't know either.
You may write articles like I do and find your words look like a deranged autocorrect program gone rogue attacked them. I have seen that already... so bear with my writing as I don't always catch those lately but I am aware of the problem. I have slight dyslexia, usually manifests by truncation of words like "THEY", "THEIR", "THERE", "THEN" to the truncated "THE". I have compensated for this when I first realized I had the issue in 1982. I discovered it while writing "IF THEN ELSE" statements in a computer language and getting all kinds of compile errors. For me, it's mostly specific to words beginning with "THE". Somewhere in my head where "THE" words live, something is askew. But it did explain some of the grades I got in high school English classes. Nobody tested for dyslexia when I was in high school. It's not that I can't write, it seems to be that dyslexia people are a little less linear than others. Words make sense in either direction. I love anagrams and palindromes. But this is dyslexia lately is on steroids substituting whole words and sometimes not the right ones.
What to do? The answer came to me tonight while my cat was resting on me. Cats groom themselves, before they nap, I always thought it of it as just their cleaning compulsion before they sleep, until he started licking my hand. He was grooming my hand. It's this particular feline's way of expressing affection. And then it hit me, he's showing love to me and himself. It isn't just a compulsion. He loves himself and he loves that he is a cat, and he takes care of how he looks. Animals don't get into self loathing like humans do. They just love themselves. Even if they are coughing up hair balls. So it gave me an insight on what I need to do with my cosmic hair balls that are coming up right now. Hack... hack... gahack....
Love yourself through these times. If it gets weird at home, go swim in a lake. If you friends are strung as tight as Texas barb wire fence, walk softly in those moments. They are going through it too. Even the ones you think nothing can touch because they are so incredibly spiritual. They are human too. Be patient. Take a drive to somewhere you have not been before. Plant a tree or a rose, even if you won't be there when its mature, someone else will get joy from what you do now.
Your body is transforming. The Earth is transforming. You can have a death grip on the roller coaster bar or put your hands up in the air. The choice is yours how you experienced the ride. Joy works better than fear, but it's not stopping until it's done.
