The Birth Canal

The Birth to life is intense, but there was life before, a different kind of life, there has always been life, different stages, dimensions, awareness, experiences and consciousness. This time around I was coming from the womb, a place of warmth, protection but constriction, I was tied to my Mother, fed directly by her, attached in a way that I did not know who I was. I couldn’t grow much as the space for growth was limited, it was a tight space in every imaginable manner, had to get few parts developed enough to survive the birth canal. In the womb all I did was sleep, eat, grow and minimum movement, I couldn’t go anywhere, explore anything, I couldn’t even fully stretch my limbs. I had to stay in the same position all curled up, yet I felt protected and at peace, innocent and unaware there could be more to my existence. Prior to growing to this size I could swim around and I thought what a large place the world is! The world being the womb, as I grew the ‘world’ became constricted and too defined. I realised the world was more than the womb that fed and protected me.

To see and experience more of the world, I had to go on a journey, pass through the dreaded birth canal, the most difficult passage of all, some did not make it, some came out badly, some traumatised, a lot made through but with their fair share of hardship, yelling there heads out as they emerge, how I wish someone could accompany me, a hand to hold, but no, this is a solo journey, the trip through the darkest and most difficult canal known to man is alone with the exception of a cord, signify the sustenance means, the source of life, the rope of rescue, to come out of the womb into ‘existence’ that which we call it the ‘date of birth’

I was thrust out, wailing and yelling, surrounded by blood, white substance, pooing on myself, my carrier crying as well, in excruciating pain. Every one is in pain, sore and bruised. I was free, but who wants to be free? I haven’t got a clue what to do with my freedom, the world is alien to me. I could see a lot, but I chose to close my eyes as I was use to darkeness. I could stretch my limbs but I chose to remain all curled up as I was use to being constricted. I could observe but all I wanted to do was sleep. I could be conscious yet I longed to be unconscious because being unconscious was all I know.

Today I am feeling a tight squeeze, my senses are telling me that it is time to be born into the next phase, into what? I know not, as I am being urged towards yet the dreaded birth canal, my instinct and temptations is to stay where I am, to continue to be unconscious, all curled up, eating and sleeping and seeing the world as being the little space I occupy. Who wants to go through the darkest, loneliest and most difficult canal? Yet that is the only natural way to be birth into newness and the next stage of life .

Brace up, face the canal and come out into your expansion