where I was before I was born. I was Home; I loved everyone
deeply and knew they loved me the same. I was thinking about
the thrill of coming here into the physical world. It felt
like a weekend holiday you look forward to, and I was excited
about all the things I'd get to do when I was here.
thinking about how many times I'd done this before, and that
after this one, I'd get to stay back Home for good. I remember
reflecting on my past lives like flipping through images in
a Rolodex file.
got up, saying, "I'll do it," and the next thing I knew, I
was slammed into my mom's belly. As soon as I realized that
I was in physical form again, I freaked out. I started yelling
"I want to go back; I don't want to do this again," and I
squirmed and jerked until I heard a familiar voice say, "It's
alright, I'm right here." I said, "Where? I can't see you!"
He said, "I'll be right here." With that, I calmed down because
I felt I could trust Him.
I was in my mom's belly, I could hear conversations she had.
I recall one conversation she was having with my dad. It was
in front of a big window with the light coming in, and they
were discussing where to put the couch. I remember feeling
the joy coming from the two of them. The next day I was born.
the delivery room: the bright lights, the sea foam green walls,
the stainless steel. It was all blurry and I was cold. From
there I remember moments when I was being held and felt safe.
One morning while gumming a squeak toy, I was enjoying the
taste of the sweet air inside when all of a sudden I could
see. As though the lights came on, I could see everything
around me. I looked at the object I was holding and it was
a yellow kangaroo squeak toy with my slobber all over it.
I saw a console TV and knew what it was. I saw colorful lights
dancing around the room that came from a silver tree covered
with lights and shiny things. I observed a sea of toys and
piles of colorful torn paper. I could hear my brother in the
background playing with his toys, banging things. I saw my
mom and dad sitting across the room on a white couch that
had shiny reflecting plastic covers. I remember thinking,
"Mom, Dad." I wanted to get up and go to them but I couldn't.
After that, I came to the conclusion I should remember these
things since they would be important for me to recall in the
future. From that point, I worked hard to remember and pay
attention to what was going on around me.
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