There's also the soul, fate, destiny, spirit, consciousness, collective soul, and all other things spiritual that come into it, isn't there. Not to mention all the 'scientific' examples of thought creating reality that Quantum Physics has highlighted, that are surprisingly similar to the wisdom of Lao Tsu and Chief Seattle. Not to mention the discoveries in genetic science, that tell us that we share the same DNA as every other living thing in our world - about 11,000 libraries worth of information contained within every strand of DNA - and the blueprints for creating every single living thing on the planet.
I've always tried to treat my babies as I would want to be treated if I was in a helpless body, with my consciousness intact. And I've had a lot of reason to be supported in that belief. When I was pregnant with mine and Currawong's first son, my 9 year old daughter from a previous life was not too impressed about his choice of birthday. He was due on the same day as her. She vowed to hate him forever if he was born on her birthday...so he wasn't. But that wasn't all, she also had 10 days after her birthday of special events that she didn't want to miss due to birthing, and vowed to hate him equally for all of them. So he wasn't born on any of them. In fact he waited till the morning of the very next day after her last 'special' day, to gently start his journey to the world. In the evening when the expansions were 5 minutes apart and I started contemplating leaving the bath at home and travelling to the hospital, I rang my mother to come and be part of the birth. She was an hour away. From the moment I got off the phone, my expansions went back to 10 minutes apart, and as soon as she walked through the door they went back to 5 minutes...... I spent a gentle, musical, laughing, and peopled birth journey in the spa bath at the hospital, telling everyone how very considerate this little baby was.
Our second child's birth was no less special in teaching us very different lessons about bonding and it's importance, and the whole experience kinda suited Lilly's nature and personality in a way that made the whole thing make sense in retrospect. Spiral-Moon's birth created a mad dash by us up north to buy a house that we basically birthed in and then left, and was perfect in every way for her in particular. And with Balthazar, we were going to freebirth in another state, and were living in a isolated house that was to be ravaged by the terrible fires in Victoria. Just before he was born, we changed round completely, came back home to family support, and were living on a community to have our caesarean baby in the best possible way, and with the best possible support, instead of living through a hellish fire. And with the recent birth of my twins, not only did they choose to be born on different days, but these boys are completely different. One's eating hand over fist, and the other is still purely breastfed. They sleep at different times, and in all ways are two separate babies, with separate needs, happening at the same time. In fact, funnily enough considering my last post, these two babies have completely rolled all over all my smug judgements about how 'continuum' and 'attachment' babies perform. They don't sleep....EVER....day or night, and they scream their guts out for no particular reason, even while they're being held, fed, and co-slept with day and night. In many ways they fit completely within the framework of my last post, and in many other ways they don't at all.
There's been a spiritual, conscious, 'fatefull', and destined element in all of our experiences, and birthing, and children. Which is contradictory to the perspectives of my recent post about the evolutionary and behavioural elements of birthing right??
Well maybe to some folk yes indeed, but to me.....no, not at all.
I've come to the realisation that there really aren't any 'truths' at all, just an infinite universe of possibilities. And a whole heap of people with differing experiences, 'truths', perspectives and opinions, that they base on their own experience, and argue with others versions of 'truth', with all the born again zeal of a mammal trying to apply the survival skills they got from their parents. And there's also their spirit, or collective consciousness that is leading them down a merry path that may be not at all what they expect, and may even challenge their 'truths' regularly.
And I've developed this concept of 'composite truths'. Or a truth, that contains more than one perspective, science or whatever, and maybe even many - some of which can be completely diametrically opposed - that are all equally true.
To explain a bit more......when I look at Ethnopaediatrics, evolution, attachment and continuum parenting, and our survival skills that we learn from our parents, it all makes complete sense to me, and I can see the relevance to it in my life. And when I look at us mob as a collection of souls, here to learn our own particular trips, and all the delightfully magic little episodes that have occured throughout my life, that bring me to the belief that I'm always in the right place at the right time, doing the right thing.......that also makes complete sense and is relevant to my life also. I tried for ages to decide on ONE approach or the other, and couldn't quite do it. I swung from one perspective to the other, and there was always something that didn't quite fit completely into the picture. But put them both together, (and don't sweat the contradictions or paradoxes, cause they're the nature of the universe), and it's PERFECT!!! Room for both perspectives with a huge potential to expand in any direction.
I reckon there's a lot of areas in our lives that get swamped or avoided or stressed about forever because we try so hard to fit our experience into a pre-packaged box of belief. Whether that's 'science' or 'religion', or 'evolution' or 'creationism' or 'right' or 'wrong' or 'good' or 'bad'..... The dualistic arguments go on for ever. But what if there was no box? What if you could just mash em all together to get the particular colour of the rainbow that matches the colour of your experience?
The first time I really experienced this was when I was about 17, sitting in the back yard of my sister's friends house, having left home under police escort a year beforehand due to an abusive step-father. Since I'd left, I couldn't quite settle on what I thought about him. I hated him for what he'd done to my family, what he'd done to my sister, what he'd done to my life, but I also loved him, for the patience and care he'd shown me, and the protection he gave me from my rough older brothers. He noticed my sensitivity and creativity before anyone else. And I just couldn't decide on how to look at him, how to deal with the situation, and whether I should love or hate him. And I still remember to this day, and it was like trying to swim through glue, but as I sat out on the lawn in the sun it crystalised in my head. I could do both. I could love and hate him all at the same time. And in finding that middle road I also found peace.
It's an approach I can highly reccomend.