Birthing

At the end of last year, I attended a meditation course in Cape Town. I predominately did it to prepare for the upcoming birth of my son. After birthing my baby girl naturally but being quite unprepared for what came, I wanted to welcome him calmly into the world. I wanted to be able to go inside myself and overcome the immense pressure of contractions. (You can also call it "pain". :-))

At the time that I attended the course, I didn't really understand what was being said. The facilitator spoke about our Higher Self (soul) and our Emotional self (ego). He explained how everything was relative to what we perceived to be experiencing. 

He taught us how to still our minds, to listen to "God", to ask, to receive and to let go. During one such deep meditation (you must remember I have never read about anything like this before then. I had no frame of reference), I went to the sister of a work collegue who was in a coma after a car accident. I saw myself and who I thought was Jesus go to her hospital bed. We placed our hands on her body and light streamed out. I asked the facilitator why I would have experienced that but his answer was to just go with it. That night I saw the collegue's facebook status update that his sister opened her eyes. I am not sure if it had anything to do with what I saw but my interest in energy healing was awoken. 

I also saw a bright light being flashed in my eyes and only now realise it was the jerk I was about to experience to wake up. 

After the course, I tried to make sense of it but realise now I wasn't ready. I didn't understand. I kept doing hypnobirth meditations and spoke to my son a lot. His birth went well and I was able to go inside myself. To see him bounce energetically to be born. It was a start.

A Slight Stirring

I woke up on 8 July, 2012. It was a few days before my eldest child's birthday and I have just recovered from being quite sick.

Being brought  up Christian and in a very conservative church, beings of light, energy healing and anything remotely related to New Age was taboo. My parents event went to evenings where they were told how "bad" New Age is. They were warned against it and I grew up believing it was bad. Not even knowing what it really was.

Anything to do with positive thinking, meditation, power of the Self was seen as Buddist. Eastern and therefore "from the devil".

Looking back, I can see the seeds that were sown along the way. The markers that have been put in place to wake me up.

The first distinctive marker was my son. He is now 11 months old. On the morning he was conceived, my husband and I had a huge fight. We went to bed angry. Conceiving a baby was the last thing from our minds. I remember being woken up at 4 am in the morning. Literally waking up. My son's soul told me he is ready to come. He is on his way. I have to make sure he is conceived. It was definitive. I trusted him completely. I knew from that moment that he is on his way. I made a plan to wake up my husband and so my son's human host body was conceived. That morning something started stirring in me. Little did I know what I was about to discover.