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Remembering the day I was born was something so normal that I never gave it much importance and the experience remained in the "memory box", until last week I participated in a course on life after the death.
It was so great my surprise to see the faces of the people who were there when I told it, that now I feel the responsibility to bring it to light, if it serves someone, it seems that I helped to give peace to some soul And cleared some doubts about reincarnation and other big questions ...
My memory is something I have from the very day I was born, as it could be the first day of school, or my first kiss. It is something that always stays fresh in the memory and this clarifies because the people asked me with which regression technique I had obtained, and although I do not know those techniques. It was nothing like that.
What seems to me most curious about the day I was born is that I have the feeling that at that moment, I was the same that tells you this now with 52 years, as if the years had not passed, because I do not remember as an ignorant baby And empty of content, but quite the contrary. At that time, even before he was born, he knew what life was, or rather, he knew what the feeling of living meant, much more clearly and real than he could now detail, because he had experienced it many times before.
The first thing I felt was the more than pleasurable sensation of floating in a comfortable & sure darkness.
I do not know the time I was in this state ... could be hours, days, or months ... the time did not matter or did not exist ... because it was a perfect state.
Suddenly I began to feel the movement of the seizures of labor and I found myself sucked through a very narrow conduit that revealed for the first time the sensation of having a body.
I think it was at this moment and before I came to life that I knew I was being born and I was going to start living an earthly life.
I remember that my first emotion was a great anguish because I already knew what is suffering and what it meant to have to go through all the "experiences" of life.
When I was "taken out" of my mother's body, the first sensations I can remember were feeling a very unpleasant intense cold and the aggressive light of the hospital room lamp.
I also remember something that seems very strange to me while curious now ... and that is, I could see the people who were there, .. several men and women in their white coats. As if I were watching my own birth from another perspective, out of my body.
I was so distressed that if I could, I would have gone back into my mother and trying to pick myself up in a fetal position to see if I went back to the maternal cloister, I felt the nasty cheek that seemed so strong and offensive that it made me scream in pain ... and rebellion.
Then I vaguely remember how they covered me up and took me to sleep ...