longed to recall my birth or even my existence pre-birth,
but until recently I thought I could not.
was four years old, my family moved to a new home. I have
memories of us house-shopping with a real estate agent. I
was in the basement of an unfamiliar home. There was a goldfish
bowl on a brown bookshelf and I was very excited because I
thought that if we bought that house, I could own the goldfish.
the presence of a gentle man being nearby. I always thought
he was the real estate agent. However, I don't remember actually
seeing the man, just feeling his presence and his caring voice.
He told me that this was not going to be my home because life
there would be too difficult. In retrospect, it would have
been odd for a real estate agent to tell clients that it would
be "difficult" there.
thing I remember is being outside of a three or four story
building. In this memory I am looking up at one of the top
floor windows and wanting to go live "in there." It was like
I was floating and I don't even have a sense that I had a
body. I only had a consciousness. I recall a warm feeling
of peace and excitement from looking at that upper window.
have a memory of seeing my older brother when he was three
years of age, on the day that I was born. I recall my brother
standing at the window by a white radiator, having a temper
tantrum because my parents were leaving for the hospital to
give birth to me. My brother was left with our aunt and uncle
and he was hysterical. I remember this as clearly as if I
had seen it on TV.
asked my mother about these memories. She told me that we
did not view any homes prior to our move. So, there was no
basement and no goldfish bowl. They did not consider moving
to an apartment, but she said that I was born on the top floor
of a three or four floor medical building. To my shock, she
verified the story of my brother's tantrum when she left for
the hospital to have me. I was shocked to realize that after
all these years, perhaps I did have pre-birth memories which
I hadn't recognized.
bowl house could have been God helping me to select my family.
He warned me that it would be too challenging for me to live
with that family. The four floor building is where I was born.
That's why I was hovering outside, eager to go in the window.
And, somehow, I watched my mother leave for the hospital when
she was in labour with me. Amazing!
respond to: firstname.lastname@example.org
on July 15, 2012