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I Remember Being Born Joshua Johnson
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 I remember being
born. I remember existing as pure consciousness or energy. I was able
to think and reason just as I do in human form but I also felt
connected to everything around me in a much deeper way than anything I
have ever felt in this life. I was separate from and yet part of and at
one with everything around me. I felt a peacefulness and love that is
stronger than anything I have ever felt since then. When my memory
began, I was far away from the Earth in a place that had no color or
other consciousness with me.
Then I got this thought or awareness that it was time for me to go.
Part of me did not want to leave that most wonderful peaceful place. At
the same time, however, I knew that it was time for me to go and have a
new experience. In that moment, I decided to follow this feeling and I
moved quickly away from that place and traveled until I reached our
planet Earth. In my memory, this trip lasted just a short moment and I
have no idea how far or fast I had traveled through space and/or time.
When I reached Earth, I remember looking down at the planet from space
and it looked similar to how it looks when we see pictures from the
space shuttle or satellites. I then traveled very quickly to the
location of my birth. I remember coming down from the sky and seeing
the forest, the road and the house where I would be born (it was really
a small very rustic converted one room barn with a loft) as if I were
looking from a plane from a few thousand feet up. I then came down to
the ground slowly. I settled on the ground a few hundred feet from the
house.
I remember specifically taking a moment to look around me and
appreciate my surroundings. I looked at the trees and they did not look
like they do now, they had a translucent appearance and I could see
different colors in their forms. Everything looked as though it was
alive with energy. The thought that came into my mind as I appreciated
this moment was "Here I am on earth again". I had the feeling that this
was not the first time that I had experienced being born on this
planet. I remember wishing I had more time to explore the world in this
energetic form. Then I became aware of my purpose again, so my
attention turned to the house and I moved toward it. I traveled through
the large skylight window that was in the loft-bedroom. I came down
into the room and into my body just as I was coming out of my mother.
One thing that I remember about the room is this incredibly bright
light coming in through the window. I remember feeling completely
overwhelmed by how bright and spectacular it was. I was born at 12:04
AM, so this light could not have been sunlight. I really have no idea
what this light was or where it came from. I just remember how amazing
it was and felt at the time.
I remember knowing that the person giving birth to me was my mother and
would be very important to me in this life. I remember being aware that
it was my father catching me as I came out and that he too would be
important to me in this life. I remember two or three other people
standing next to the bed watching and I was aware that they were not
going to be important to me in this life. They were simply witnesses to
the event. To this day, I don't know who they were. I have never
bothered to talk with my parents about this detail.
I remember that there was a small round window behind my father up high
close to the ceiling. I remember the position of the bed and how the
ceiling was sloped in the room. I remember where the stairs came up
into the loft and where everything was in relationship to everything
else. I also remember details about the property. I remember where the
road and driveway were and that there was a stream behind the house
down a hill. The house was fairly close to the road and it was on your
right hand side as you drive in the driveway. The entire scene is a
vivid image in my mind. The nature and quality of my memory is like
memories I have of places I have physically been to and seen with my
own eyes. It does not have the nature or quality of memories I have
from seeing something in a picture, on video or reading about in a book
or even memories from dreams for that matter.
Now I was about two or three years old. I was playing on the
floor and listening to some grown ups talk around our kitchen table.
It’s funny how adults will talk freely about many things in front of
very young children thinking that they don't hear them and/or
understand what they are saying. Well I can assure you I was always
listening as I grew up and I remember many conversations that were not
meant for my ears. The adults started talking about childbirth, which
triggered my memory of being born. I immediately stood up and told them
that I remembered being born. They were of course all very surprised
and proceeded to ask me what I remembered. I relayed my story, and they
followed by asking me many questions about it. I remember answering
their questions. I will never forget how completely amazed they all
where listening to me tell the story. In the end, I found myself
looking at a table of adults with their jaws on the floor. This was my
first experience with how others would react to my memory. I
don’t think they disbelieved me, but I was aware that none of them had
remembered their births as I had.
My story was so convincing because of the level of detail I provided. I
gave details about the event and surroundings that I would not have
learned from overhearing my parents talk about my birth. I had a
familiarity with the kinds of details that anyone who was present
during an experience would know, but that they would almost never relay
in the telling of such an experience. At such a young age, I clearly
knew more than to have been “imagining things”.
I have always felt blessed to have this memory. It has a profound
impact on my life and how I look at life. I have never wondered what
happens when we die and therefore I have never feared death. I have
always felt supported by all that is, even during the most difficult
times in my life.
One of the most incredible gifts this memory has provided is that it
gave me the knowledge that our physical body is not who we really are.
It is simply our genetic space suit. We are spiritual beings
who are having a human experience in this physical reality. I never had
to learn this truth; I always just knew that this was true. As I grew
up and was exposed to the mountains of dogma and illusions which exist
and are fervently passed on from generation to generation, I was immune
from their spell (many of them anyway). Anything that conflicted with
my knowledge, I cast aside in my mind. None of these illusions had
power over me because I saw them for what they were.
Ever since that day when I shared my story with my parents and their
friends, I have been telling people my story. I want people to know
what I know, to have the knowledge I have. I feel that part of the
reason I chose to retain this memory is so that I can share it with
others. This was again confirmed for me a few months ago when I was
talking with someone who could see auras (I didn't know she could see
them at the time). I told her my story about being born. Of
course, she understood perfectly, but she also told me that as I
communicated the story, my aura expanded and was stronger. She felt
that telling this story is part of my purpose in this lifetime. I
responded by saying that I already knew that and I tell the story all
the time to anyone who I feel will be even partially receptive to it.
I have tried to keep this story to just my experience. I wanted to
share the experience as is without adding lots of my own ideas along
the way. I would like to say one thing to those that are still having a
hard time believing in concepts such as the continuation of
consciousness after death, however. Becoming aware of the fact that
consciousness does continue after death is something that I believe
everyone can do if they choose to. I have come across so many ways to
obtain this knowledge in my life that I have to laugh now at the
skeptics who still try and teach that the world is flat. For anyone who
has the desire, just start talking about it with people and keep saying
to yourself and others that you want to learn the truth about what
happens when you die. There really are mountains of evidence out there
you just need to have an open mind and a desire to learn. The best
evidence is personal experience so I encourage people to pursue paths
that will enable them to experience this truth on a personal level.
This is the first time I have transferred this story from my mind into
written words and I must say it was an amazing emotional experience for
me. I hope that others enjoy reading this story as much as I have
enjoyed living it! |
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Date Submitted:
1/2/04 |
Copyright Information:
Copyright © Joshua Johnson, 2003 |
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