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LifeStory

"It always was
Just having been"

The inbetweens were few

But I'd do it all again
For the everythings I knew"


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Purification by the fire of life

1. The Beginning


"There is turmoil under the heavens. The prospects are excellent."
Mao Tse Tsung

I was born in November at 3:25 am. Minutes before birth, my first sensation was an overwhelming pressure, and my first conscious observation was of an incredible beauty within a rainbow-colored-swirling cellular wholeness. Upon emergence from this pressure I had full vision, conscious awareness, and a sharp, brief, pain in my chest from the gasp of air when my lungs filled for the first time. I cried, briefly, and then watched.

Held in mid-air by my feet looking upside down at white-clothed people surrounding someone in a bed, my first verbal thought was for them to "Be careful!" I knew there was something tenuous about my existence, and that I was dependent on those around me. These thoughts were non-verbal, and I mistakenly assumed everyone heard my thoughts. Taken abruptly away with drops of burning liquid blurring my vision, I knew I was absolutely alone and that no one was listening.

This was the beginning of a long, seemingly endless slowly passing time that I thought would never end. In the darkness there was a presence in the vast space around me which could have consumed me. But there was another presence inside me, giving certainty that if I stayed focused I could override its pulling. I learned to trust this voice within from that moment on. This inherent source has, and will always be, my guide.

I was aware of what I will call "genetic memories", traces of an inherent cosmic-consciousness of evolutionary experiences. This inherent and seemingly vast knowledge and experience could not be verbalized, language was not yet known.


The flower of my soul, the dafodil

2. Finding Sanctuary - Enduring Childhood


"The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy"
Djuna Barnes


"I swam upstream, and that made all the difference..."


To be continued....

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