Before being noticed by nearly everyone in the outside world, the unborn child does have feelings & memories at this time.

Before being noticed by nearly everyone in the outside world, the unborn child does have feelings & memories at this time.

Diary of an Unborn Child

CONCEPTION:

      Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.

TWO WEEKS:

      Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.

TWO WEEKS FOUR DAYS:

      My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: MUMA.

TWO WEEKS SIX DAYS:

      My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.

FOUR WEEKS:

      I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.

FIVE WEEKS THREE DAYS:

      Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them.

SIX WEEKS FOUR DAYS:

      It wasn’t until today that the doctor told mum that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mum?

SEVEN WEEKS TWO DAYS:

      My mum and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don’t even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.

NINE WEEKS THREE DAYS:

      My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mum has?

NINE WEEKS SIX DAYS:

      I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mum brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mum. How do you look, mum?

ELEVEN WEEKS THREE DAYS:

      I wonder if mum hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You’ll have a healthy little daughter, mum!

TWELVE WEEKS:

      Today my mother killed me.

                                                            —Anonymous (This communication is being circulated via email. It is reproduced here to illustrate the plight of the unborn child from a Rebirther/Breathworker Perspective. Which is – that we each have Pre-Birth Memory)

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