Guest guest Posted October 11, 2001 Report Share Posted October 11, 2001 Dear Kheyala:Thanks, I enjoyed reading about your future glimpses. Did you get the cabin? Are you going to write a screenplay with a heroine who kicks prescient butt?I have a close friend who used to tell me about a recurring dream he had about being on a wagon train headed west in the 1800's. Each dream was a little bit further down the trail and a new adventure.Post the other one!!Love Bobby G. Okay, Bobby. Here it is: Well, I discovered that I was pregnant. I saw myself giving birth in a room with white walls. I was panting and perspiring and my partner was touching a wet washcloth to my forehead and face. In the vision I looked up at him and I was really, really happy. Also, I got a glimpse of the child, who was a perfectly beautiful and healthy baby girl. This gave me a total fearlessness throughout the duration of the pregnancy. I never saw a single doctor, never got a single test. There was total trust in the knowingness about what my body and the baby's body needed. There was a certainty in every moment that all was well. The pregnancy was deeply restful and joyful and incredibly easy! No troubles. Since we were to have a girl, we steered away from the baby boy clothes and paraphernalia. I also "saw" what her name was going to be, even though her dad and I were skeptical about it at first. So, having seen that there were to be no complications, he and our other best friend and I prepared to have the birth by ourselves at home. We gathered supplies and created a beautiful birthing environment in the bedroom, which, incidentally, was the only room (an addition) in the log cabin that had white walls. This is one point where a vision got me in some trouble. See, none of us had ever even attended a birth before, let alone been an active participant. We lived at an 8900-foot elevation in the Rocky Mountains and it was the middle of November. There were feet of snow on the ground and ice on the roads but we didn't care. It also didn't phase us that the baby was two weeks late! We didn't read any books about what could go wrong, because clearly nothing was going to go wrong..... right? Well, when labor finally came, it went on and on. Reeeaally long. I started withdrawing deeper and deeper into myself, kind of in "survival mode," and my friends were getting nervous. When they weren't asleep they were giving worried looks to one another and of course the poor souls were unable to provide any kind of convincing strength or support, either to me or to each other! After 34 hours (no kidding) alone with contractions we called some midwives from the phonebook and didn't reach any. As a last resort, my friends rushed me, groaning in heavy labor, down the hour-long, twisty and icy roads to the hospital. I found out later that they really didn't know if either I or the baby was going to make it! Meanwhile, in between waves of Enormous discomfort (with a capital E), I was in a state of confusion because this was TOTALLY not how I thought it was supposed to be! For the first time ever, I was doubting the vision, "How could what I had seen be real if this is happening? Is this real or is that real???" When we anxiously arrived at the emergency room I was examined and was cheerfully told, to my astonishment, "Congratulations! You are about to have a baby!!" I was immediately hooked up to an I.V. with liquids because I had been extremely dehydrated, but that was about it. My partner patted my forehead with a wet towel and as I looked up at him, I was really, really happy to know that everything was going to be okay. Of course, this was all taking place in a room with white walls ( ! )....and when Ananda finally arrived, she was beautiful and she was perfect. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 11, 2001 Report Share Posted October 11, 2001 Dear Kheyala Thank you for sharing your story. We need to hear the stories of blessings. You are a very good writer. (and deep) I still hear Ananda's voice singing Twinkle Twinle Little Star. Love Bobby G. , "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote: > > > Dear Kheyala: > > Thanks, I enjoyed reading about your future glimpses. Did you get > the cabin? Are you going to write a screenplay with a heroine who > kicks prescient butt? > I have a close friend who used to tell me about a recurring dream he > had about being on a wagon train headed west in the 1800's. Each > dream was a little bit further down the trail and a new adventure. > Post the other one!! > Love Bobby G. > > > > Okay, Bobby. Here it is: > > > Well, I discovered that I was pregnant. > > I saw myself giving birth in a room with white walls. I was panting and perspiring and my partner was touching a wet washcloth to my forehead and face. In the vision I looked up at him and I was really, really happy. Also, I got a glimpse of the child, who was a perfectly beautiful and healthy baby girl. > > This gave me a total fearlessness throughout the duration of the pregnancy. I never saw a single doctor, never got a single test. There was total trust in the knowingness about what my body and the baby's body needed. There was a certainty in every moment that all was well. The pregnancy was deeply restful and joyful and incredibly easy! No troubles. > > Since we were to have a girl, we steered away from the baby boy clothes and paraphernalia. I also "saw" what her name was going to be, even though her dad and I were skeptical about it at first. So, having seen that there were to be no complications, he and our other best friend and I prepared to have the birth by ourselves at home. We gathered supplies and created a beautiful birthing environment in the bedroom, which, incidentally, was the only room (an addition) in the log cabin that had white walls. > > This is one point where a vision got me in some trouble. See, none of us had ever even attended a birth before, let alone been an active participant. We lived at an 8900-foot elevation in the Rocky Mountains and it was the middle of November. There were feet of snow on the ground and ice on the roads but we didn't care. It also didn't phase us that the baby was two weeks late! We didn't read any books about what could go wrong, because clearly nothing was going to go wrong..... right? > > Well, when labor finally came, it went on and on. Reeeaally long. I started withdrawing deeper and deeper into myself, kind of in "survival mode," and my friends were getting nervous. When they weren't asleep they were giving worried looks to one another and of course the poor souls were unable to provide any kind of convincing strength or support, either to me or to each other! After 34 hours (no kidding) alone with contractions we called some midwives from the phonebook and didn't reach any. As a last resort, my friends rushed me, groaning in heavy labor, down the hour-long, twisty and icy roads to the hospital. I found out later that they really didn't know if either I or the baby was going to make it! Meanwhile, in between waves of Enormous discomfort (with a capital E), I was in a state of confusion because this was TOTALLY not how I thought it was supposed to be! For the first time ever, I was doubting the vision, "How could what I had seen be real if this is happening? Is this real or is that real???" > > When we anxiously arrived at the emergency room I was examined and was cheerfully told, to my astonishment, "Congratulations! You are about to have a baby!!" I was immediately hooked up to an I.V. with liquids because I had been extremely dehydrated, but that was about it. My partner patted my forehead with a wet towel and as I looked up at him, I was really, really happy to know that everything was going to be okay. Of course, this was all taking place in a room with white walls ( ! )....and when Ananda finally arrived, she was beautiful and she was perfect. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 11, 2001 Report Share Posted October 11, 2001 - bgbbyg (AT) aol (DOT) com Thursday, October 11, 2001 12:16 PM Re: Another Story Dear Kheyala Thank you for sharing your story. We need to hear the stories of blessings. You are a very good writer. (and deep) I still hear Ananda's voice singing Twinkle Twinle Little Star.Love Bobby G. Dear Bobby, It was my pleasure! Thank you for the compliment and especially for making me smile by remembering my daughter's sweetness in your heart. Love, Kheyala Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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