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.