Prenatal Communications

The greatest opportunity a woman has to uplift and transform the planet is when she is pregnant.
-- Torkom Saraydarian

• Fetal Smoke Signals
• Teachings from the Womb
• Sharing the Same House

Fran

One day I was sitting around with my friends at home and was about to light up a cigarette, when I heard the baby in my womb say, "Oh my God, please don't smoke."

I thought, "This kid must be psychic. He can sense my desire for a cigarette." I did not dare mention the experience to anyone. My friends might have thought, "She is losing her mind."

When I went ahead and lit up, the baby began to rub his elbow or knee back and forth against my womb. It hurt. As soon as I finished the cigarette, he stopped irritating me.

Throughout the remaining months of pregnancy, as soon as I began to reach for my lighter and a cigarette, the baby cried out, "Mom, please don't smoke." I refused to listen even though he always rubbed his elbow or knee into my uterus. I heard his warning, "It's killing me. I can't stand this."

I tolerated the pain because I was so addicted to smoking twenty to thirty cigarettes per day. Besides a stressful marriage, nearly everyone around me smoked - husband, most of his family members and over 50% of my family. Escaping from it seemed futile.

One time I was smoking and my baby was creating a lot of pain by rubbing against my uterus. I began moaning, "Oh God, it really hurts." My older sister heard my groans and said, "You are really having pain." I said, "Yeh, I think he really hates it when I smoke."

I remember another incident when I was alone and my daughter was sleeping. I was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. The baby began to rub against my uterus so bad that I had to put the cigarette out. I lay down on the couch and I began sobbing. I felt miserable. I became overwhelmed thinking about how terrible my life is, "Here I am pregnant and I want this baby, but I am hurting my baby and I cannot stop."

My remorse and sense of helplessness continued throughout pregnancy. I believe that my nicotine habit contributed to my son's poor health.

Why I ignored my unborn child's cries is imbedded within the cultural milieu of the times. First of all, my mother gave birth to twins when I turned thirteen. I felt for sometime that my mother had emotionally abandoned me, but now the birth of twins made the distance between us complete. I had no one else to turn to for help except my grandmother.

At around the same time, a nineteen-year-old guy named Dave came into my life. Dave's parents owned a tavern and so he was basically raised on a barstool. He was a crazy drunk when I met him. Dave date raped me when I was fourteen. I did not want to be with him, but he gave me cigarettes. It felt terrible when I smoked my first cigarette, but I was born with an addiction because my mother had smoked two packs of cigarettes per day during my womb time. Besides smoking was a cool thing to do. Everyone else was doing it. I liked to smoke Pall Mall, my mother's brand, no filter.

Dave also gave me money. And sometimes I helped him and his father wash and wax their cars. Then they would treat me at a hamburger joint to a malted milk and hamburger. I was happy.

During the Viet Nam War, Dave served in combat as a radio operator in the third Marine division. Dave even went on a secret mission into Cambodia. He was exposed to Agent Orange. He was on pot, smoking dope. The military let them do whatever they wanted.

During this time, I dated other guys who were good to me. I then realized that Dave was a jerk, but my family said, "That is mean to dump Dave when he is in the War."

My sister gave Dave and his friends a party when they returned home. None of them could talk about their experience in Southeast Asia. They were drunk and miserable. I am an empath and their anguish was killing me. I fell asleep on the couch because their agony was excruciating. Dave had already warned me, "Never ask me what I did over there. I am never going to tell you." But everyone knows what they did -- atrocities.

Dave did not want to marry me, but we had sex in my sister's bedroom that night and I became pregnant. It was kind of like rape. I was drunk and pretty much out of it. We married each other one month later. I was seventeen. Dave was a big liar from the get go, but had become worse when he returned from Viet Nam .

We conceived a second child a few years later. Dave emotionally and physically abused me throughout pregnancy. He cheated on me. The police arrested him for molesting a fourteen-year old girl.

Our son was born with allergies - a stuffy nose, sore throat, ear aches. And he has been sick his whole life. Dan experienced migraine headaches as a child, smoker's cough, undiagnosed asthma and chronic bronchitis. Dan was also born with an addiction to cigarettes. He smoked for nine years beginning from sixteen. Then he and his wife stopped cold turkey.

I feel horrible because I am the one that did it to my son. I could have made better choices if I had not been demoralized, demeaned. My unborn son really wanted me to stop smoking. I was interfering with his growth and destroying his immune system. I was killing him. If only I had listened to his cries from the womb.

I never understood I was a battered woman and what it was doing to me. I was under too much stress. It wore me down and made me incapable of making good choices in my life. It took me years to understand and forgive myself.

When the nurse first brought him to me in the hospital, I lit up a cigarette as I was holding him. My sister advised, "Don't smoke." I replied, "I am smoking so he just has to get used to it." My baby began to sneeze and he crinkled up his nose.

Sage

One thing that has been beneficial for me is seeing the soul of my child prior to seeing them as a baby. Because of that, I could relate to them more on an adult level rather than to this little innocent baby that is brand-new, has no information and does not know anything.

My first son Paul did not enjoy being in the womb any more than he needed to. His soul came in right away. He left little spurts or bursts of energy. He left enough energy to keep the body forming and then he left. It was as if "life in the womb is boring and confining. I will do what I must in order to take on a physical form, but I am not thrilled about being here. I'll be here and we will create a healthy body together and then I'll check in with you from time to time."

It is interesting that Paul continues to have a hard time being in one place. He has lots of energy to go and do, a real venturing type spirit. He is one of those souls who is probably spread out through the universe.

Paul was obvious about when he would come and go. I experienced him during prayer and meditation. Sometimes I even felt his presence as I was driving down the highway. It was a knowingness. I saw him in my mind. On other occasions, I saw his spirit -- a blue shimmering essence of energy rather than a body or face.

Many times I sensed a rich warm feeling suddenly in my body. It would be like wrapping my arms around the belly and rocking him or hugging him. Then Paul would give me messages. I learned a lot from Paul when he was in the womb. He had more information than me. He is a bright soul and was clear about what he wanted, what felt right and what his body needed: "Mom, you must go out in the Sun and expose your belly. I need light. Take on the solar energy or sit out under the stars." I remember Sun bathing with my big belly in the sixth month out at the lake. That was important to him that I keep that natural connection and spend a lot of time outdoors. His spirit did not need it, but the creation of his physical body needed it.

He told me, "Keep your body strong." I was healthy and fit and did a lot of movement. He liked that.

I needed to be careful with my diet from the first month. He advised me, "Watch what you are eating." Or he explained, "Your system is out of balance and it is weak hormonally. If you eat that, it will throw you over the line." I usually listened and paid the price when I did not. For instance, I became violently ill one time when I ate chocolate. I could not stop vomiting.

My son worked with me like a spiritual teacher. His messages were never "babified." They were adult, mature and advanced, "Mom, your body is out of alignment" or "The pelvic floor is weak."

I was tired especially during the last two weeks of the pregnancy. He encouraged and coached me: "Get up Mom. Do pelvic rocks. Just do it. You will be glad. It is going to be a long, hard labor." I did not like hearing about that.

I did whatever the doctor advised. I told the doctor about some symptoms and he would tell me, "Oh, that is normal. Don't worry about it." However, Paul would call him on it and say, "Don't listen to the doctor. You know better than that." Paul tried to get me out of my denial that whatever men say and whatever the doctor says do it.

One time the doctor prescribed white tablets for morning sickness in the early stages. The message I received from my guardian and my son was: "Don't take these pills. They cause birth defects." Within a few years, research proved that those pills caused birth defects. I was thankful I did not take them. It was not part of Paul's plan to have anything wrong with his body.

My diet changed during pregnancy. I did not eat much hot, spicy food before that. Paul liked spicy Mexican food. I ate it sometimes twice a day. I did fine with what they call pregnancy cravings. I enjoyed it. Our meals were never on schedule. We may ate lunch at noon or three in the afternoon and then dinner was at six or ten.

Now let me tell you about my second son, Gabriel. He maintained a constant home in the womb for nine months. I think it was a matter of resigning and surrendering to the experience -- either it is a pleasant one or an unpleasant one, just like your earthly experiences.

Gabriel was in the womb a lot. He rested. He was intrigued with the forming of the body. He liked being there. It felt like he had been long-term schooled for this and he was ready to relax into the process and was involved and excited about it. It had been an eon of time since he had been in a physical body. He had been resting a long time.

All of his interactions with me during womb time were mature and sober. There was peace and joy, but not much playfulness. He was in a state of contemplation. It upped my meditation time. It changed everything for me. It helped me become more focused in doing what I loved to do anyway.

Gabriel came in as a healer and a teacher. He activated awareness of our unconscious patterns. My husband and I had been heavily programmed to be fine southern people. When Gabriel came in, we started working on core issues of family of origin patterns, addictions, responding through habit rather than responding through what am I really feeling.

Gabriel's was my most balanced pregnancy. I had better health, stamina and strength. Birthing classes were better than the others. The instructors were more focused on the breath than any of the classes with my other two children. Gabriel drew in the teachers he needed to help with his birth process.

My pregnancy with Gabriel was one of the most blissful times of our lives because we designed and built a new home. There was a lot of positive stuff going on, too.

My second son is very enlightened and my clairvoyance multiplied when I was pregnant with him. Everything heightened -- my ability to see, hear, feel and smell. I smelled Gabriel's presence and his guide's presence smelled like a faint sandalwood and a lot of oriental energy and old master soul feeling. As a child, I was able to smell a guide, but most of the time I either saw, heard or knew. Those centers of subtle smell opened up in that pregnancy and continued from that time forward. It was a bit scary, "What are you coming in to show me and to teach me? You are opening my psychic gates even further."

Gabriel nudged me to do techniques from the Eastern tradition --yogic breath, working with prana, rebirthing -- things that I had never studied or heard of. Then teachers in the physical started showing up that knew how to teach it. I thought, "Oh good. Now you can make some sense of what I am doing with this breathing."

There was a lot of communication between us. He had such peace, centeredness, calmness and joy. He coached me: "You will do fine. We will teach each other." Yet I was cringing in fear because I knew his birth was going to be a big stretch for me. And it was./p>

Sage

What happens in family unit -- just like lovers who exchange sacred sexual energy or people who spend a lot of time in the energy field of a business partner in the office -- you are helping work that person's case and vice versa. They of course become your mirror and you theirs. Also you literally help take on their addictions or thought forms or whatever and help clean it up.

During pregnancy, when a soul comes into your body, a woman is housing two souls. She takes on the thought forms, understanding, cellular memories and past life memories of her child. She has access to all of that. Sometimes it is appropriate to do a certain amount of that work while she is pregnant and sometimes it is not, "Keep good boundaries while you are housing the soul."

And it is appropriate for certain people to focus only on working their own case this lifetime. I am not, "Go children." I think it is a totally personal thing.

For me, the mother/child relationship is a relationship of oneness. It is a love you cannot explain and a bonding that cannot be explained. I am as bonded to my husband as I am to my children, but our marriage took twenty years of getting through walls and making love in sacred ways. Whereas with a child, you are bonded because it is like drinking at the soul level and them drinking of your soul and your bloods mix and everything.