Letters 3
You are invited to share your thoughts and experiences of pre-birth communication, or your response to articles and letters on the Light Hearts website. Please let me know whether I may publish your letter, with or without your name. Thank you! Elisabeth Hallett
"You are going to be my mother"
My children have heard this story. They think it tender and sweet. Deep down they might think it a dream. I have been reluctant to share it because it seems sacred and intensely personal. I had never heard of anyone else having this experience before I stumbled onto your website.
Twenty years ago, before I ever suspected I was pregnant, and being way too soon to test, I had a very vivid vision. I sensed myself in a great totally black void, but it was not cold or frightening. It was very soothing. I eventually noticed an extremely intense bright pinpoint of white light, which I perceived coming closer to me, although it grew no larger, and the void was still quite black.
Soon a small bell-clear voice said "hello." It was almost like it was inside my head. I answered "hello" and asked the voice, "Who are you?" And the small clear beautiful voice said, "You are going to be my mother." I said something odd in reply: "Of course." The pinpoint of light grew closer and closer. When I woke up, the meaning was immediately clear to me... I was pregnant. The next day I got a home test and anxiously waited the week or so until I was able to test and confirm what deep down I already knew. I have no doubt my daughter and I spoke before she was born.
Five years later, and again, not yet knowing I was pregnant (and again, hadn't really been trying, either!), I had the now familiar dream while sleeping. The pinpoint of light was a slightly pink shade, but still what most people would call white and extremely intense. Again I perceived it moving towards me, although the surrounding areas were still quite black.
The conversation was different. I knew what this was about. I said, "Hello, I am going to be your mother." I was pleased. After a brief pause the small clear voice said, "I have been waiting a long time." I answered, "I know." The voice was not in any way chiding or accusing, just stating a fact. This was my second beautiful daughter, who brought her temperament with her. She is the type (and always has been) that will have no qualms telling people when she is unhappy or inconvenienced.
When I woke up, I announced to my husband, "I am pregnant." He answered, "Why do you think that?" I replied, "I didn't say I think I am pregnant, I said I AM pregnant." I got the home test that day and waited about a week and sure enough it was confirmed. Both times, I had not been trying to get pregnant, both times I had this dream or vision when it was too soon to do a pregnancy test, and no missed periods yet either. Oddly, with my last pregnancy, my son, I do not recall having any such dream or vision. I believe all my children knew me in a pre-mortal existence, and we agreed to go on this "road trip of life" together.
Name withheld
How did my daughter know..?
My name is Jodie and I am pregnant with my third child. I found your site intriguing. In reading some of the experiences about pre-birth communication, I was reminded of a moment I experienced during my second pregnancy.
I was about seven and a half months along, and was having a pregnancy that differed very much from my first one which had produced my daughter. Therefore I was certain that this child was a boy, as were the rest of our family and friends. Although I had ultrasounds with all three, I prefer not to know the sex of the child until birth, it's more fun that way!
Anyway, I was relaxing on my bed in mid-afternoon, when out of the blue, the name that we had chosen for a girl entered my head along with the intense feeling that this was the name of my child I was carrying. Lo and behold, when the time came I gave birth to my second beautiful daughter. She was born on my grandmother's birthday, who had passed when I was sixteen. Since her birth, she continues to have characteristics that remind all of us of Grandma.
When she was four, my grandfather passed (he had been married to that grandmother). He had had Alzheimer's for ten years, and she had never met him. She was extremely saddened by his passing and the fact that she never got to meet him. Very dramatic, crying etc. A couple of weeks later, she came to me with a very simple drawing in pencil. She announced that this was a picture of Grandpa, that he was an angel in heaven and he was okay.
When I looked at the picture I could hardly believe what I saw. It was a stick figure angel flying over a house. The house was identical to the one that my grandparents had lived in; my grandmother passed away in her bedroom in that very house, and Grandpa lived there until he was moved to a nursing home. This was not a typical house, it was a townhouse, end unit. The view she drew was a side view which showed how the front entry stairs went up the right side of the house to the second level, no door to see on this side, only a window on the third story. There was also a privacy fence on the left side that enclosed the small back yard, and last but not least, the chimney on the left over what would have been the living area. This townhouse was in Virginia and she had never been there, yet she included all of these details. Not your typical house picture drawn by a four-year-old! Needless to say we have kept this picture in safekeeping.
She is now ten and extremely intuitive. In fact she asked me if I was pregnant a few months ago, before I had told anyone of my own suspicions. I believe she may have "extra" abilities that may even have been there before birth.
Jodie
Ernie and Emily
I have just stumbled across your article and have been incredibly moved by it. I got married on 28th December 2002, on January 13th 2003 I discovered I was pregnant. Unfortunately, two days later I began to bleed and after five weeks of constant hospital visits this pregnancy was diagnosed as an ectopic that resolved itself naturally.
As soon as I was pregnant I found myself communicating with two children--Ernie and Emily. They have such amazing personalities. Ernie is quite cheeky and will not let me mope around, Emily is cuddly and very "mumsyish." When I started bleeding I suddenly could only hear Ernie. He told me the body wasn't right and he had to go. I said my goodbyes and set him free from my body. Unfortunately, my hormone levels continued to rise and I was still being monitored daily by the hospital.
After three weeks, I was standing at the kitchen sink when I heard a tiny voice--"Mummy, I'm still here." Emily. I hadn't let her go and she was still with me. Later that evening I said goodbye to her properly and within two days I had started to bleed again and my hormone levels finally went down.
At the end of March this year I became pregnant again--I knew straight away that it was Emily. It was a funny sensation because she drifted in and out of me during the time I was pregnant. I also got a very vivid image of little Ernie with his hand on his chin--grumpy because it was not his turn to come down! Emily left and didn't return and on the 15th April I had a miscarriage. It was the most physically painful and emotionally numbing experience I have ever been through. I missed Emily so much.
A few weeks later we went away for a few days and visited somewhere called "Gnomeworld."! A beautiful valley full of garden gnomes--as a child I had always been fascinated with gnomes and I wondered if Emily and Ernie would like them too. I suddenly heard voices--"We're here Mummy!" and that day for around an hour I was joined by Emily, Ernie and "the baby Eddie" (their exact words).
Well, I'm now about a week away from finding out if I am pregnant again this month. It's so scary and the thought of miscarriage rides high in my mind. My babies exist, so they have to come down some time don't they? They are the coolest kids and I can't wait to share my life with them. Thanks again for your amazing article--I have sent it to my sister who is eight weeks pregnant (with "the baby Eddie," I think!).
Jenny Rowe (England)
That comforting presence
In the following two letters, two women share experiences that have much in common. It often appears that unborn souls have the desire and the ability to bring comfort to grieving would-be parents.
"The most incredible sensation..."
I found your site tonight and was very intrigued! I thought I would share an experience that I had last year:
I was on a site for women who've had abortions, and as I was sharing my experience on a message board (all the while sobbing because the sadness and guilt were still there), I suddenly felt the most incredible sensation. It was like there was physical light and warmth within my arms and against my chest. It felt just like it feels when you hold a baby against you. I froze and then cried some more and I realized that it was my baby, coming to let me know that he was okay and that I was forgiven for what I did. It was so oddly beautiful that I can't even describe it, but I will never forget it as long as I live.
I believe in my heart that this baby's spirit is going to come back and allow me to be its mother sometime in the future, and the thought of that comforts me so much!
Name withheld
"I was relieved of all the pain. . ."
I have been reading all the wonderful stories on Pre-Birth Communication. I have a daughter already, she will be ten this May. Last year I was finally engaged to the man I knew I was supposed to be with my entire life.
As we were planning for a May wedding in 2003, I ended up pregnant in September of 2002. I was on birth control at the time, so this was a shock to say the least. But I was thrilled. And now I understood the dreams I was having for the past month about conceiving another child. I went to the doctor, was put on prenatal vitamins and asked for a sonogram.
At six weeks, I took my daughter and my fiancé with me to the sonogram. We got a picture of the baby-to-be. Afterwards, the nurse asked me to wait to make sure all the pictures came out okay. They were calling my doctor in the meantime. There was no fetal heartbeat; they would redo the sonogram in a couple of weeks. At eight weeks, I went to the second sonogram alone, and as I lay there, not allowed to see the screen, I knew he was gone.
Through all of this, I had had several dreams. And through all these dreams, there was a war going on. The one I remember most vividly is of being in the mountains with planes flying ahead bombing an area not too far away. As I carry a small child, a son, to this area, looking for my family, I am running with another woman whom I don't know and telling her how much I was thanking God that he gave me a son before the world came to an end.
About two weeks after this, our friends found out their son had passed away in utero at nine months and she had to deliver stillborn. At the service for him, I suddenly was very aware of a presence in the room. I was not very sure who it was. I thought maybe my grandmother, but it seemed like a male figure. And the presence kept telling me he was okay and things would work out, not to worry. I immediately told my husband, and I was relieved of all the pain I had gone through. The presence stayed with me all the way home, and that entire evening. I'm sure it was the soul of the son we lost.
We married November 23, 2002, in spite of losing this child, and in hopes we could conceive again soon. We have conceived our second child in December. And I am now twenty weeks along, and the baby moves around a lot, which is helpful. I have a strong feeling this one will be born via c-section and I'm okay with that, knowing everything is going to be okay and this one will be very healthy. I talk to this baby like we have a connection already. I know somehow, some way he/she can understand me. And that is so reassuring.
Donna
Reflections on adoption...and telepathic tears
You and I were in communication several years ago about my pre-conception communication experiences with my daughter Ashley, who is now eight years old and thriving. For the past few years, I've felt strongly that we would have a second daughter. We had been trying to conceive since 2000, and zilch. Now we're in the process of adopting a little girl from China--our dossier will go to China in early March and we should have our daughter by May or June 2004 (the Chinese authorities are backlogged, and it now takes 13 months before the parents are matched with a child and sent a picture of her; they travel 4-8 weeks later to pick her up and finalize the adoption in China).
I think you might find the stories of families who feel compelled to adopt very interesting. The paperwork, time, expense, and effort are daunting, so there is usually a strong spiritual pull to go through the process. What has impressed me is that, almost invariably, every family who adopts is convinced that the child they end up with was the one meant for them. Our adoption counselor told us this, and it seems to be the case from our contacts and readings as well.
The idea of adopting came to me suddenly--one of those "shiver moments"--on Mother's Day 2002. I had just woken up, and Ashley climbed into bed with me to give me her gift--a book she had made in school about me. Gary, my husband, was on his way to work. I felt an overwhelming sense that someone (besides Gary) was missing from this picture. The feeling was undeniable, it was so strong--and it washed over me from somewhere outside myself.
I thought, "Okay, if it's true that someone is missing, why am I not getting pregnant?" (My OB-GYN had found no reason beyond my age, 43, and the reduced viability of aging eggs.) Then it hit me: What we were supposed to do was adopt, and adopt from China. That was what we were meant to do. How had I not seen that before? Tears came--for the struggles our unborn daughter and ourselves were about to go through over the coming years and for how worth it all I knew it would be.
Ashley wondered why I was crying. I told her--and she leapt at the idea. "Can we? Can we?" Her enthusiasm hasn't diminished as we spent the summer learning more about the process and then began the paperwork in September. When Gary came home that day, I said, "I cried today." (Which isn't common.) Before asking why, he said, "Me, too." "Really? When? Why?" I wanted to know. He was driving to work, and remembered the exit number he was near--about twenty minutes after he left home, we figured. And he didn't know why. Tears just washed over him, with no thoughts associated. The timing was such that it must have been my "shiver moment." I told him the adoption idea, and he loved it. For years, he has felt that someday he would travel to China. When he has told me that--many times over the past sixteen years--I've pooh--poohed it, as China wasn't high on our travel wish list.
Name withheld
Soul Memory
One of the most fascinating things I've learned while researching Pre-Birth Communication is that some people go through life with enduring memories of an existence before birth - perhaps even before conception. Some of their accounts are found in Stories of the Unborn Soul. What follows is a group of detailed memories recently shared with me by a person who prefers to remain anonymous.
I have a series of memories that are older than I am. I have always remembered them exactly the same way each time I've recounted them (in my mind, as I haven't told anyone).
I recall being in a white "room" that seemed to glow -- there is an impression of walls of some sort to section off the small area I'm in, though not anything solid. I'm reading a large book with pages that also glow and seem to actually be interacting with me. At the time, I'm aware that what's in this book, on these pages, is important. I feel content, not bored, and quite engaged. Right as I'm reading something about being at the bottom of a ski slope (me in the future?), I'm interrupted by sensing the presence of a male being behind me. This person makes a comment about what I'm reading. End of memory.
I recall being in a group of six others, including a guide of some sort, who is informing us. We are all in a small circular "room" with white glowing "walls" (there is a perception of boundaries but nothing definite) and we're peering down at what I can only describe as a glowing globe of the planet Earth -- not the real Earth -- a replica. Funnily enough, there is actually a gold platform-like bar encircling this globe below where the equator would be. I guess it's there to distance us from it. We're all fixated on the planet as our guide speaks of important things. There is a definite feeling of excitement among us. Our guide is actually a hovering orb of brilliant peach colored light. The rest of us seem to be paler hues of peach. End of memory.
I recall staring at the real Earth and floating toward it. I was enraptured by its beauty and all I wanted to do was to approach faster, but at the same time to stare at it for eternity. As in the replica I saw earlier, the planet glowed from the inside out. I am not aware of being anyone, and I would have to say I did not have an identifiable body or likeness in this memory -- I'm just an invisible speck of something that is able to perceive and emote. I am full of joy and certainty, yet unconcerned with the future. If I had a body, I would be smiling ear to ear. End of memory.
The above memories are as crisp as if they happened a few months ago. I am a sane person. I haven't told anyone because I can't stand the thought of someone trying to convince me otherwise. I remember being a little girl lying in my bed, recalling these memories and knowing they were just that. I have always known that I picked my parents, where I was born and raised, and so forth -- so that when I first heard of reincarnation from a television program, my first thought was "of course, that explains it. I was right the whole time!" (in reaction to what I'd been told about church and the afterlife.
A Child's Soul Awareness
Little children often show an astounding awareness of the comings and goings of souls. More examples of this ability can be found in Stories of the Unborn Soul. The following story is touching and comforting. Thank you to Linda Radford for sharing this!
I'm pregnant with baby # 5, but the most interesting story I have is with # 4. Almost thirteen years ago I got pregnant for the first time. Fifteen weeks into the pregnancy I lost the baby. I'd had three very distinct dreams indicating that the baby had died, so once the doctor confirmed it, I was not terribly shocked. No one was able to confirm the gender, but I always felt in my heart that the baby was a boy. Nine years later I was pregnant with baby # 4. First of all, I had planned on this one being a Samuel. But an incredibly vivid and tangible dream told me that this was Andrew (a name we just would have never thought of). Sure enough, four months later Andrew arrived.
A couple of weeks after his birth I was asking my almost-four-year-old son what he thought of his baby brother. He told me that Andrew was not his baby brother. I asked him what he meant. He told me that Andrew was his big brother, but that he had died, and now he was back to be with his family again. I have to tell you, I absolutely believe this to be true.
Linda Radford
More stories from readers will be found in the "Letters" file.
Mela's Story
My third child, Mela, was born when I was only 23 weeks pregnant with her. I wasn't even in maternity clothes yet. I really and truly knew her before she was born. I told my husband what her name was when I was in labor. She had told me.
I was of course scared being in labor so early. I was told by the doctor that my baby would probably not survive, but she (my child) imparted a peacefulness that I cannot fully explain. I felt acceptance of whatever would happen, mixed with a little sorrow that my plans for her gentle birth at home were obviously not going to happen. I knew that it was up to me to be her comforter and protector.
During the labor, which was long and painful, I was urged to take pain medication. When I refused because this child would need to be as alert as possible, I was told, "Your baby is not going to live." At that moment I knew she would! It was as if she were communicating with me. I even smiled, almost laughed at the obnoxious one.
Then I was left alone in a dark room for hours. It sounds cruel, but it was what we needed. I was able to take myself "inside" the womb with my daughter. I talked to her about what was happening and what she should expect during the birth and after. I told her that many painful procedures would follow but everyone who touched her was trying to help her be able to stay with us. I also talked with her about how much her dad and I loved her.
When her head was crowning, I rang the emergency bell. The nurse came in, obviously annoyed, until I convinced her that my child was coming "now!" and asked to make sure they had the ventilator and other equipment ready. No, they did not have anything ready. They wheeled me to a high tech room where doctors were furiously trying to set things up. The nurse literally held my baby back from being born until they were ready. As soon as she was out, they cut the cord and whisked her across the room to work on her. I grabbed a sheet, got off the bed and went too. I think they were too shocked to stop me.
Mela is now a beautiful, healthy twelve year old. At birth she weighed only one pound, which goes to show the spirit is all there, no matter how little body there is!
Shawna Stewart
"I could feel a child standing by me..."
About four years ago, I and my boyfriend (now my husband) were in college. I had this feeling that I was pregnant, and looking back I can see I could feel the presence of a spirit before that. We went and got a test and we were devastated when we found out the test was positive. I did want a family, but not right then, and my boyfriend felt the same way.
Although I wasn't ready, a huge part of me wanted to keep the baby and just struggle along, but another part knew that in reality I wasn't ready and neither was my boyfriend. We decided to abort, which went against everything I felt was right. I followed through with the procedure. I woke up crying, with a nice nurse telling me understanding words.
Fast forward a year and a half... I was ready... I could feel a child standing by me. I knew it would happen soon. I was having dreams about the first child as a girl, and I lost her... then I would hear a cry and there on a pillow was a little baby boy. I picked him up and shielded him from the world. I knew this was going to be my baby. About two months after the first dream I became pregnant. I knew right away it was a boy. When I was twenty weeks pregnant my suspicions were confirmed!
My son, Parker, is two years old. Through the first two trimesters of the pregnancy, I had many dreams on the personality and looks of my baby boy. In most of the dreams he was about eight months old. He looked exactly as he did when he was eight months. I knew things about Parker that wouldn't and didn't reveal themselves until now, such as that he has curly hair like mine. From the day he was born I was telling people he would have curly hair. I got a lot of funny looks because he was born with very little hair and it took a year to get enough on his head to call hair.
I had a lot of dreams about Parker's laugh. He would laugh in them without being tickled or coaxed - he would just find something funny. He would laugh so loud that if we were in a public place in my dreams, people would stop and look, and the laugh was so contagious that I would always start laughing too. That part of my dreams is very true. We can be in the middle of the grocery store and he will start laughing so loud that I can't help joining without really knowing what he is laughing at!
It was amazing the way Parker came out. It was as if we got to order him. I had said I wanted him to have his Dad's smile and dimples. Dad said he wanted him to have my hair, eyes, and nose. We got exactly that from our little boy. His personality was exactly what we both knew it would be - stubborn, funny, and gentle.
I don't know if he is the same spirit as the first child. For a long time I thought he might be, but recently a familiar feeling has come around, and I believe it is the first one waiting for the okay from me to be born. She is a little girl... I can feel her getting stronger and I talk to her asking her to please wait two more years because things need to get better and room needs to be made for another child. I just know she is another special child and will touch us in a completely different way than Parker but it will still be just as special.
Andi
"I knew my baby would be a boy"
I was 33 when I was pregnant with my first baby. At first, I thought I wanted a girl, but after a few weeks I knew it didn't matter. But I was always curious.
One day, during the first trimester, I had the strangest dream. I could see images of myself playing ball with a little boy, a little boy running around the yard and laughing, and then I heard a little voice say that I was having a boy. During that time, after I realized I was going to have a boy, I remember feeling so deeply disappointed that I wasn't having a girl and realizing that maybe it did matter to me what I was going to have! But after about five seconds, I was so happy and emotionally and psychologically prepared to have a little boy. I couldn't wait!
About six weeks later, at my ultrasound, I wanted to find out what I was having, even though I suspected that I was going to have a boy. The technician confirmed it was a boy and even said she was "100% positive" that my baby was a boy. I was not surprised, but extremely happy!
Name withheld by request
This is similar to my experience with my first pregnancy. I was very anxious about the prospect of being the mother of a boy, as I had little experience with boy children. But I had so many dreams of a boy baby, that they prepared me to accept and love my boy. See the "Clippings" page for further information on our ability to know the sex of our unborn child.
"I somehow knew the voice was my child's spirit"
When I was pregnant I had a headache for much of the pregnancy. One day I was lying on my bed and a male voice said, "Meditate for two hours a day and you will be okay." I somehow knew the voice was my child's spirit, but it was so authoritative it was a little scary. At that time I did not know I was having a boy but after that I knew absolutely. I did not heed the voice's advice, I wish I could say I did. But I often look at my little boy and remember.
Louis is very thoughtful and has a beautiful stillness. He was dancing one day when he was two to some Greek music and there was a loud crash in the music and he started crying very deeply. He wouldn't say what was wrong. The next day we went to a house where a book about the Big Bang was on display. The book was a paper cut out one, you open it up and see the explosion. As I remember it, it was black around the edges with stars, and a red fire ball at its center. Louis pointed to it and said, "That's it, that's the music."
He is just six now. The other day he said to me, "I feel like I have this eye here," (pointing to his forehead) "but I can't see out of it."
Jo (Australia)
I am expecting my first child May 30, 2000. I absolutely believe that you can get to know your child before birth by fetal reactions. The first time I felt really in touch with my son was while I was reading The Complete Book of Pregnancy and Birth by Sheila Kitzinger. In the book it says that you can "play" with your baby through massage. I really didn't think that I could get my son to respond to me, until after rubbing my belly I realized that his movements followed mine. Then I decided to try some experiments to see if he really was responding to me or just moving around on his own.
I started by rubbing one spot for about five minutes during a time when he was active and obviously awake. Soon when I would start rubbing my belly I found that my son would move under my hand to where I was rubbing. The older he got (I started doing this in about my sixth month) the more animated he would become when I rubbed him. Now when he is awake and I put my hand on my stomach, he uses his limbs to push against me. This has been a really incredible experience for me and a great way for me to get a sense of his developing personality. I would definitely suggest this technique to anyone who is expecting but I would suggest that you start earlier.
Carly Nottingham
I at first read with amusement the comment that in our culture it is uncommon for the child to spiritually bond with the father before birth. At first I did not believe it, thinking it to be a broad generalization. I had never thought that it could be any other way. When my wife and I got pregnant, I was the first to know, because I saw him. That was what prompted us to go get a pregnancy test the next day.
I have seen this child many times, often as an adult, though he has never communicated any message to me. These are not actual manifestations, but more along a vision or mind's eye kind of thing. The fact that there has been no direct communication has not hindered at all our ability to bond, because I know this spirit, I am very closely acquainted with him, how I know this would be very hard to say, as I don't know. My wife, on the other hand, has very detailed dreams about him, and he does usually have something to communicate to her. I have heard stories from many men, about some sort of pre-birth bonding. Perhaps what is uncommon is men writing about it.
Shad O'Catt