DOES HOW OLD YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE REALLY COUNT? NOT SO MUCH!
Almost a year ago, I published this blog post and it bears repeating…… especially since I have, only recently, become a huge fan of an Entity called Abraham-Hicks, through a DVD that I borrowed from The Celebration, a non-denominational worship service that I’m attending here in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Abraham channels through Esther Hicks and is certainly worth looking up on YouTube and checking out. This collective Entity on The Other Side reminds us of who we really are and what we have come to Earth to accomplish. I urge you to check out this Wisdom, as it is spot on!
Basically, Abraham’s Teachings remind us to always concentrate on The Positive aspects in our life and not to see anything in the negative. Just always being Positive, brings us into a Creational Vortex that’s always longing to reward us with what we need and ask for; but cannot do so if we complain about our current situation. Woops, after listening to this DVD, I realized that I was, in the previous blog, complaining about the beautiful sunlight and the fact that I was finally getting the long-needed eye surgery that will help me to see better. That’s sort of outside of the vortex that I need to be within. So, I’ll leave the evidence in the last post right here for all to see, and then, reprint this attitude about my life, which I think might be on the more positive side of things.
If what is really bugging me is that I am now becoming restless, and am eager to begin traveling again; well why not simply say so, and not fuss about what is currently my excuse for not sticking to business and writing more frequent blogs. Hey, it is what it is! Now, here’s the reprinted blog post. As true today as it was a year ago:
“Age Schmage,….Money Schmoney” was a book title I thought of a long time ago and never used. It doesn’t exactly explain itself, does it? And that’s the beauty of a title. Make it so intriguing that you lure the reader in and make him pick up your slim volume or keep reading on into your article. Or, increasingly in this day and age, your advertisement.
But, the reason I wanted to use that particular attitude in an autobiographical way, was that it does “Say it like it is” in justifying my particular lifestyle. And no, I’m not Jewish, but I love that succinct way of getting the point across with a dismissive flair of the hand or a telling facial expression. And the older I get….. and also, the poorer I get, if that were the case….is even more reason to carry such a happy-go-lucky attitude.
Here I am, less than a month before my 78th birthday, and I feel this truth more than ever. What does age have to do with it? Well, everything and nothing! You see, I’m weird. I’m a constant world-wanderer: always either on a long trip or planning one. I’m also weird because I talk constantly, internally, to The Holy Spirit (actually, I interview Him) and then I write books and blogs about it. See: www.insecretdiffusion.com.
Old Age has always been a universal basket to explain away odd behavior in an elderly person. Wandering away from home is another common appellation, dug up from that accusatory mindset. The thing is, I do wander away from home and then, write about my international adventures in books and blogs. There’s, obviously, no irresponsibility or Little Old Lady Leanings in any of them.
So, AGE is not causing this “Craziness!” Hence, the Age Schmage dismissal! In fact, the very act of constantly getting older, and yet, remaining the same, becomes a more and more rarified quality. I love to watch the eyebrows go up, when I mention that ever-changing factoid about myself.
And what about MONEY? Many people automatically assume that I must be rich, to be able to afford airfare and all my international expenses; to just be able to pack up and go, where and when I wish on the globe. But, that’s not so! I live on my Social Security alone and I live cheap, compared to most people. I’m a hosteller. I own only what fits inside of my two suitcases…..plus, some writing materials stored in the States.
I begin where most people hope they never wind up: HOMELESS! But, this is the true face of freedom!
You can’t have it all and these are choices I have made: No house. No car. No stuff No pets. My accumulation lies within my journal’s memories, filled with reports of adventures and friends collected along the way. I’m happy…..and my regular social security income helps me to stay that way….but is not the cause of it. I watch it carefully and don’t require too much of it…simply regular dole-outs from foreign ATMs. Plus, payments on a credit card used to charge online air purchases. Debit cards don’t work in that case.
And now, with shaky things predicted to be around the corner concerning our national economic future, I’m trying to get ahead of the curve. And, guess what? Lo and behold, I’m already practicing many recommended tactics: Such as:
“Get out of Dodge, while yet you can! Find a nice, inexpensive but beautiful, retirement land where the healthcare is good and the costs are not so high! Apply for a second passport to increase your options!”
Well, I’ve spent this past enjoying life in Uruguay, Peru and Ecuador, all of which fill that bill nicely and are on everyone’s advisory lists. Soon, I’ll check out Central American countries; also excellent candidates for living the good life without some of the homeland downsides; even concerning weather. Right now, I’m housesitting in New Mexico, which is a very win-win situation.
“Move your money into inflationary-free investments! Build a second income stream!”
I’m studying on that right now. And overseas is where the fingers point. All of a sudden, my journalistic, writerly qualities can turn investigative, because I’m on the cutting edge without even trying to be. I’m planning to attend another International Living Conference in Denver in September so that I can experience a global changing scene in a very “waterbugish” way, with Travel Writing and photography. I keep wanting to post my excellent photographs on money-making, perpetual-stream, photostock sites to generate a safety net, just in case social security gets downsized, someday. That’s been a long-term goal of mine. Maybe it will finally go beyond the talking stages.
Because nothing holds me down, it doesn’t harm me or dictate my life. I can shift on a whim and respond to the moment; just like a waterbug can, because it never breaks the surface tension. But, I’m also free to settle down with the right person, or in the right place, if I should choose to. How’s that for having choices? Shady or sunny? Mountains or Beachfront? Perpetual springtime, if I like!
Now do you see how the terms: “Age Schmage! Money Schmoney!” might just say it succinctly? And, a lot more positively than grousing about “too much light in my life!” Both terms have nothing and everything to do with me. That title was probably invented by some ancient Sage……unless, it was me, since I’ve never heard it before.
It’s not referring to your years or to your cash flow. It’s speaking of Freedom!
This photo was taken August 7, 2014, when I was one of the speakers at the monthly Writer’s In Transition public meeting. I read from my movie script for an animated children’s film called The Candlewick Question, about an alternate waxen universe, where the candle population believes that their wick is simply for making hairdos. The movie deals with the existential question: What is the purpose of the soul?
This is part of the previous post reporting a time when I was caught making a judgment about the human tendency to hoard…. actually the phenomenon of a collector-gone-crazy. Hoarding usually becomes serious when our tendency to accumulate begins to rule our life in some way. When a harmless little collection of beloved objects crowds our living space, or begins to cost a whole lot of money depriving a person, or their family, of more basic needs.
It turned out, when I asked The Holy Spirit for His opinion, that it’s not so bad to make judgments, though it might not necessarily be good to sound off on our opinions. Now I’ll share His opinion about hoarding:
Oh my Holy Spirit! Do You have anything to say about hoarding, particularly the emotion that it represents?
“This is not an attractive subject because it represents too much concentration on Earthly matters. It is the opposite of aspiring to Heavenly matters and represents the fastening of the heart onto material substances in a very narrow range and is completely divorced even from the human level of admiration. It is an underground sort of an interest, to put your love and desire into objects made of mineral and inanimate matter, having nothing to do with living substances. It is preferring the basement of possibilities – the tangible over the intangible; the enduring, in a physical sense, over the knowledge that all of this material substance is temporary.
The Hoarder wants to control life and has chosen a very specific handle to grip with his death grip, which gives him some comfort without having to attempt to find that quality with any human being; let alone looking for his comfort in Me, or in any belief in a Higher Existence than his Earth Basement can provide. He stuffs his inner room full of particular objects, slams the door and sits alone with his goodies…whatever they may be. This is his sole reality in his heart of hearts.
I cannot even see anything within these humans, except that they are hiding in a cave filled with trash, which is where their heart has declared their own Kingdom of Matrimony to be. They have married this object and have become a human packrat, a vermin among their fellow man.”
[The sound quality of this Voice transmission was so different from the relaxed one, just before, speaking about the making of judgments. It was squeezed, somehow, as if coming from tense or stressed vocal chords. Obviously, this is not a pleasant subject for Him to talk about.]
Granted, we got a fairly harsh reaction in answer to this particular question, but if you were intrigued by the conversation enough to want to learn other answers given to me by The Holy Spirit, over a long period of time, to many sorts of questions; then you will enjoy reading my new book, IN SECRET DIFFUSION: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About Earth. You can order it from from Amazon.com or come on over to my other website, www.insecretdiffusion.com to learn more and order the book there.
On February 9th, I wrote my blog about having to sit down and figure out how to introduce my new book, In Secret Diffusion: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About Earth. Since this is my first attempt to go public about the fact that I have had an ongoing conversation with an invisible Being, Whom I refer to as The Holy Spirit, I was admitting to feeling a little awkward about being candid about my private life.
I now share with you the preface that will appear in my book, for better or for worse:
I write this preface just before sending the manuscript to the publisher. These are the final moments to pull such startling material back from a brink where I, unexpectedly, now find myself. For three decades, I have been a closet clairaudient, carrying on a rich life of communication with unseen Upper dimensions, speaking to The Holy Spirit through my spiritual persona, Linda Layli, Layli Linda, with no plans at all to go public. My copious journals will remain private but the following questions and answers now seem to be timely and of interest to a general audience.
Thirty years ago, life for me was turned upside down when I began “hearing Voices.” I went through several predictable stages, including a brief hospital stay and a label of Schizophrenia. Alarmed, with children to raise, I managed to squelch the inner sound track which was interfering with my daily life. I then continued a normal routine with no counseling or medication. That held steady for fifteen years but in 1995, the lid blew off again when I realized that I could, very clearly, hear a Voice in my head. This time, I listened but didn’t tell anyone
Thus, began my double life. No confessions this time. After the initial rocky stages settled down, I learned that these are the traumatic symptoms of an inner hearing channel being opened. I was merely becoming clairaudient, not going crazy. As this book explains, there are often disturbing inner levels which newly-awakened souls must traverse, in order to escape a minefield of negative entities hovering within the planet‘s astral layer. It’s my theory that some people who are considered crazy might simply be stuck in this tricky psychic realm close to the Earth’s surface. That’s one of my reasons for sharing this material.
I owe so much to authors who have put themselves on the line bringing understanding about hidden realities: Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, On Death and Dying; Dr. Raymond A. Moody, Jr., Life After Life; and Dr. Joel L. Whitton, Life Between Life, all published groundbreaking studies of near death experiences, making it possible for so many to confess their secret afterlife moments. No, I never died. Michelle Belanger, author of Psychic Vampire Codex, took the risk of revealing her own energy-vampire reality and helped many people who have that same condition, as well as those who might have been victimized by it. No, I am not a vampire of any sort. Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations With God, made it wildly acceptable to speak directly to God. Yes, I do speak to God, Whom I address as The Great Creative Force, but mostly, I communicate directly with The Holy Spirit. Every time someone steps out of his comfort zone, and shares his delicate secrets, it helps someone else to do the same thing.
My co-author, The Holy Spirit, has been very much involved in every step of this book production, but has let me decide whether to come totally out of the closet, or to allow my spiritual name, Linda Layli, Layli Linda, to cover for me. That’s the way it has always been between us. As the living human on the planet, I’m not a puppet but must sink or swim, muddling along in my own fashion and making my own decisions. I was never instructed to deliver this information in the first place. I simply find it interesting and believe that others will too. This must be the same culminating point that each of the courageous authors listed above reached while finalizing their own manuscripts, knowing what a firestorm it might kick up. I am so very grateful that they followed their hearts and let their record stand, no matter what the consequences.
Surely, your overriding question at this moment must be: “How does she know that her Inner Voice is that of The Holy Spirit?” I simply figured it out. There was no annunciation and without clairvoyance I do not see within; but I have always been deeply in love with God. I had been talking away to Him for many decades without expecting to hear anything in reply. The dramatic opening of my hearing channels at age forty-two meant that I was suddenly open to contact by the unhappy earthly psychic level mentioned above. It’s my conclusion that humans, experiencing a sudden ability to hear within, must first deal with this confusing swamp of renegade consciousnesses. So I found myself, out of habit, holding the Hand of The Holy Spirit to help me get through the confusion. It wasn’t much different from the way that I’d been living my life all along, happily praying like a trusting child. Only now I could hear answers in reply.
I have a theory that each person who establishes an auditory connection with the Other Side is solely responsible for the personality which that Voice will eventually settle into. Whomever I had assumed the speaker to be, early on, would be the role that the Voice would take, because I had signaled the level that I was willing to accept. A friend became frightened by a Voice announcing Itself to her inner mind and would not listen until she made peace with the idea that she was only hearing her own higher self. She now happily discusses personal matters with an inner Claudia. Others might clue into a name such as Ramtha or Seth and learn profound teachings from the past. I feel sure that these personalities are all representations of the same Great Consciousness coming to us on whatever terms we will allow. So we human receivers write the ticket, and from then on, our prayers and conversations go to whatever address we put on the spiritual envelope.
Just as I was free to decide for myself the identity of my Inner Speaker, I give you the freedom to speculate about my conclusions. If you believe that these answering words are only coming from King Kong, that’s okay with me. But you’ll have to agree that He’s a plenty smart gorilla.
Please also understand that this conversation covers a twelve-year period, so it may not always flow in a logically unfolding pattern. Some background information might not be covered until the latter chapters because their subjects are too complicated to present at the beginning. Consequently, this book’s contents resemble an upended puzzle box rather than a body of knowledge that can be tied up in a neat little bow. However, a few pieces do fit together nicely. May you have good luck in finding them.
I thought I’d share this quotation with you from my upcoming book, In Secret Diffusion, since these are the days I’m working hard to get it ready for my copy editor. Over the past eleven years, I have been having long conversations with The Holy Spirit, and have finally decided to share an ongoing interview with Him, a’la Barbara Walter’s style. I loved this answer so much, that I have finally settled on a phrase from this dear quotation as the title of my book. Since I will be publishing under a pseudonym, please help me keep my secret…about In Secret Diffusion.
Do animals pray, or talk to You?
“Yes, they do and no, they don’t. Animals do connect with Me at all times, but they don’t even think about making a special effort to talk to Me and articulate their needs. They know that I know. I know that they know.
We are always in touch, mentally, in secret diffusion. It’s different than a human consciousness’s connection and animals are not being morally-tested down here in this environment.
They are under no obligation to regain a communication with Me, or to light their fire inside of their hearts. This is a particularly human test. Animals are really quite pure-hearted and following their own self-preservation instincts. This world appears different to them, even if they share the same environment with the human race.”
The Holy Spirit
(Continued from last post)
I lived in Snowmass Village, Colorado, and in its nearby neighbor, Aspen, Colorado, for about nine years before moving to Florida. This episode occurred in March, 2003, while I was working in a beautiful, high-end store in the Snowmass Village Mall, right on the ski slopes. I had long been conducting inner, think-talk conversations with The Holy Spirit, but this was the first time in my life (and the only time, actually) that I ever attempted to discuss anything with a taxidermied animal.
This entry is thanks to Anne Anderson, whom I met this week at her booth during Dunedin’s Art Harvest Fair. She makes beautiful, life-like wild animal busts and statues using sisal from the agave plant. They look amazingly real and alive. Somehow, we began our conversation with the subject of telepathy, probably because I was remembering the few moments of animal telepathy, about to be described here. She has never communicated with her creations, but she did admit to an active inner life. Nor do I usually open my conversations with strangers by revealing anything about this inner nature of mine, either.
Anyway, when I came home, I rooted around in my journal entries; found this account, and the next day, gave her a copy. Then I figured, why not share this with you guys, since you respond so well to the woo-woo stories. Keep that up. I’ll have a book out soon – name of Inner Answers.
Okay, to continue yesterday’s report:
“Let’s explore this topic of the stuffed animals in the store to see if there’s anything to that. Telekinesis! I think that’s the word used to describe the touching of an object to learn something about it with your mind. I’ve never really spent the time necessary to do justice to it, though I once did it with photographs, quite a lot, placing my fingers on them and then getting told something by The Holy Spirit. These are things that I could cultivate which would make my downtime much more exciting and meaningful, if only I could remember to do more of it. (Still haven’t done that yet.)
Oh, my Holy Spirit! What about me talking to inanimate objects? Would You please explain to me about the Voice that I hear answering me?
“Yes, I will tell you about this talent of yours. Everything that you directly address can hear you and does answer you back. The fact that you thought that it was Me, putting words in their mouth and answering you with what I thought they were thinking, is not the case at all. You do, actually, hear them speaking. Sometimes, they don’t have anything much to say and so, you probably thought that I didn’t want to go into the conversation very deeply.
But, let Me assure you, Honey, that you are very capable of talking directly to anything, and anything is very capable of answering you back. Now, specifically, on the subject of these animals in your store, they are definitely good and you probably did pick up on their calm vibrations all along. Now, they are so glad that you have discovered this secret, and they will love to talk to you directly. Let’s do try that today.
Oh My God! Let’s do this as much as we can. I would love to hear what these objects would say to you. I cannot tell what they are thinking, without touching them directly, engaging them in conversation, Myself, so it would have been silly for Me to step in and answer for them all this time. I admit, you have not tried to do this very often and I wondered why you did not talk very long, once you did receive a response from something you spoke to, in think-talk.”
(To be continued… I know my posts are long but my journal entries are even longer, so I must break these into several days’ worth. Tomorrow, I promise, you will hear the comments of the lynx and the antelope. Now, what you may think of all this, I have no idea. I wouldn’t believe it either if it hadn’t happened to me. But, it is a rather interesting story. Stay tuned.)
A few years ago, I lived in the gorgeous Rocky Mountain Colorado resort area of Aspen and Snowmass Village and worked in a beautiful store in the Snowmass Mall overlooking the ski slopes. When snow was light on the ground, sometimes there weren’t very many shoppers and I had downtime to fill while I manned the store. Reading books or writing in my journal were often solutions to the many long hours between customers. Here’s an excerpt from my journal about a strange day’s experience:
“I have just read a book, called Medicine Maker, about the traveling of consciousness. The author had a spirit stone, which he found in Hawaii and brought to California. He felt that it contained the spirit of Pele, the Volcano Goddess, and said that, pretty soon, plants in his backyard began to bloom and bear grapes like crazy. If he put his hand on it, he felt a jolt of energy, and so he decided to communicate with the rock in think-talk. Answers, either in an affirmative feeling, or in some whole transmitted idea, came into his mind, full-blown.
When someone is courageous enough to publish what they have been through, it really helps the rest of us, out here in the world, who resonate with something of the same thing. Our experiences are quite different, but some of the things we’ve learned from them are similar. The whole field is a unified one and we can use this process to understand things about time, soul, creation, and the purpose of life. So, it’s like reading the account of a fellow foreign traveler, who might have gone to a different country than I did, but whose comments ring true to my own experience. It helps put the puzzle pieces together as to what an inner life is all about. Best of all, it validates my conviction that we who travel in these Other Lands of the Mind are not crazy!
On rare occasions, I have addressed inanimate objects in think-talk and I’ve always received an instant answer in mental words. But, I’ve never taken it very seriously, and have never continued the conversation very long. One example is my little Volkswagen bug convertible. I chat lightly with it when I get in, telling her what we are going to do, complimenting her for starting and just encouraging her, in general. She answers back and sometimes, I can feel her questions. This urge to communicate is temporary and recent, probably merely from guilt because I’ve stored her for so very long under a snowbank during these Colorado winters.
I’m very breezy about this communication and have always thought that it was simply The Holy Spirit (with Whom I frequently converse), humoring me; playing with me; providing words for what He might guess would be said by that object “if it could talk.” So, I play too, and chit-chat. But, I don’t take it too far. For one thing, it always sounds like His Voice, though maybe much less strong.
Anyway, yesterday I had just read this book about the spirit stone. A family was in the store and inquired about the two stuffed animals – a stuffed lynx and an antelope – for their new house. There is a small bobcat on a shelf over my head, which has simply sat up there as long as I have worked in this store. I lifted him down so that they could see. Small for a bobcat; big for a cat; he has long, soft fur and is lying in a relaxed pose, with head raised up, looking forward. Might actually be a “her,” come to think of it.
Anyway, after they left, I kept my hand on its back and stroked it with the other hand and directly addressed it in think-talk. Something about “Would you like to go with that family?” It immediately answered, in a cottony, think-talk voice: “Yes, I would! They seemed very nice.” I stroked and talked a little more and then returned it to the shelf.
Walking home, I talked this over with The Holy Spirit and asked if it was really Him providing the answers for these inanimate objects. He was shocked. “No! Never! It comes from them and always has.” He told me that I really do tune into them and He has nothing to do with putting words in their mouths or assuming what they would say, as I had thought. So, that was news.
I have often wondered why it was that I could stand to spend so many hours alone in that small store, without going stark raving something. It’s very odd for me because I couldn’t tolerate that in a lot of places. Perhaps, it is the wise, calm presence of this sweet cat above my head that clears the air and makes it feel good to me. I have no idea! Maybe I’ll try to find out. We also have a mounted antelope’s neck and head, staring out of the front window. A small predator and a large prey. Maybe it results in some sort of eternal balance or a coming to terms in easy companionship. Who knows? Shall we interview them in the store today?”
That was the end of that journal excerpt and I’m going to continue this theme on the next posting. What can I say to those of you who would object to the reality of taxidermy, in the first place. I don’t approve of hunting or stuffing, either, but the deed was done long before I came on the scene and it was the current situation all three of us, me, the lynx, and the antelope, had dealt out to us. Tune in later, to see how they felt about it.
Oh, one more point: I do believe in a universal consciousness contained in all things, which makes it much easier for me to swing along this path. For those readers without such a foundation; you have full permission to scoff. Even though cotton now replaces the brain cells of these dead animals, perhaps their selfness can return for a chat, when addressed. I know…. I know…. Strange and weird, indeed, but it does hang together in a pretty good story. Do tune in again.
So, you think you’re not interested in the subject of babies? Perhaps, you’re still young and not ready to settle down. Maybe your biological clock is not ticking. Maybe infants annoy you. Maybe you like them okay – at a distance.
Or, maybe you are dying to have one and can’t wait to become a parent…or a grandparent. Perhaps you already do have a baby and can’t get enough of the subject. Maybe one is “in the oven,” for better or worse. Babies bring up all kinds of references in our minds – bottles, blankets, baby powder, booties…burpings! You name it. Cute, cuddly, and cantankerous. Darling, dimpled, and diapered. Pretty, perfect and poopy.
And they can change your life in an instant! Very powerful individuals – Babies!
But, how often have you thought of one as an astronaut, wearing a miniature life support suit?
Honey! That’s exactly how you arrived on this planet, so many years ago that the memory of your landing has faded and you have completely morphed into the Earth Colony that you came to expand. You have successfully become “one of them,” and you can look at these little incoming astronauts and be fooled by their disguise. That’s the idea.
Yesterday, I promised to change the subject in the peek I’m giving you into my as-yet-unpublished manuscript, Questions & Answers, which is my interview with The Holy Spirit some years ago. I asked Him a little bit about Babies:
#126 – Tell me about babies and children. Where have they been before? Are some brand new? Can You tell the difference?
Yes, We will gladly open the wonderful subject of sending consciousnesses to the Earth in the form of new human beings. Some of them have been cycled through, many times and are very eager to come back after a long, long wait in between lives. Some have never been alive in a physical existence and are coming into a totally different experience than they have ever had before. They have often been asleep, waiting for a chance to descend into an Earth life, for thousands and thousands of years. Without having a moment to think how they would react, they are born into a totally new environment and they don’t have any idea of what they are.
They are, potentially, new souls. But at this point, they are bits of consciousness which have been assigned to a human identity and are setting forth to become a living, breathing human soul. In order to become a soul, they must catch fire with the Love of God, and ignite their special capacity within themselves. That is the purpose of every person’s life cycle on Earth.
We can tell the difference between the reincarnating human baby, and the brand-new bit of consciousness baby, all the way through their lives. One is a lot more mature, and their eyes reveal a great deal of depth. The brand-new baby is just a little bit more puzzled and surprised at everything that goes on around it.
#127 – When “they” are in the womb, “where” are they? Does the consciousness, itself, reside within the growing embryo/fetus within the mother; or does it wait somewhere, or even hover around the woman who carries it?
It does not have to stay within the developing body cells. Instead, it connects with this developing tissue of its new body, so that it will always maintain contact, but it does not have to collapse into such a small area unless it wishes to. The consciousness remains with the baby, who is within the mother. Frequently, it hovers around the mother, as well.
#128 – Does it watch and surround the mother and father and its surroundings, even before birth?
Yes, it does. If it is a reincarnating self, it will be able to comprehend a great deal more about what it sees and hears. If it is a brand-new baby, it will begin to take in some of the information it will need to aclimate to this planet.
#129. Have you any advice to parents-to-be, and those awaiting the arrival of a birth?
Yes, just love your child as much as you can. They are all coming in to learn how to love. They all need a great deal of love, and they must learn how to love while in this physical universe. Parents can start loving their child instantly, long before the child is born…or even conceived…and, they can love each other.
Arriving children are now giving their advice: “Don’t argue! It upsets your baby very much to hear harsh speech, so just be relaxed and accepting about everything under the sun and we will be able to relax about coming into this world.”
#131 – Do babies know and hear more than we give them credit for? At what point do they lose their memory of their past and become the Earth Human in that new life? Inception or birth?
Babies do know and hear a great deal, and they are cognizant of everything until they are born, at which time they forget their past knowledge and become an Earth Human. They are very aware of everything that is said or done, in their behalf, or against their behalf; so it is best to be careful of what you say and do during pregnancy, because this forms that baby’s basic opinions during their lifetime. Even though they forget that they have heard anything, the impression they gained will be indelible.
Stay tuned for more, all of you Jaded-Earth-Humans; you successfully -immersed Astronauts, you!