Allow Your Soul To Be Your Compass

The air was a luminous sea, a tapestry of light interwoven with the soft, echoing hum of creation itself. Within this boundless expanse, I existed as a mere spark of awareness, unburdened by form or name, yet filled with a profound sense of purpose. This was a place of eternal present, where the concept of time held no meaning, punctuated only by the majestic ripples of divine intention. I was but one note in this cosmic symphony, patiently waiting for my individual chord to be called forth. I just knew something was about to happen, but when, I could not say.

My memories of this pre-existence weren't like human recollections. They weren't visual, nor were they based on sensory input - they were linear. This feeling was a pure. There was an omnipresent love that transcended the limitations of physical perception. It was a deep, resonant knowing that I was part of something infinitely vast and benevolent, a journey of discovery and growth. But before I could embark on that journey, I first had to meet HIM. Not a figure with a defined form, not a voice with a specific tone, but a presence so profound and all-encompassing that it permeated every atom of my being. This was GOD, my CREATOR. From HIM flowed the currents of life, the blueprints of souls, and the whispers of the earthly journeys that would unfold for each of us. I had observed countless other entities embark on their own descents, while their tiny sparks detached from the cosmic weave, drawn by an invisible thread toward the material realm. Each departure was a silent fanfare, a promise echoing through the radiant expanse—a vow of new beginnings, of lessons to be learned, and of love to be experienced and given. I watched with a mix of wonder and anticipation, knowing my turn was near.

Then, the moment arrived. An irresistible pull, not a sudden jolt, but a gentle warmth unlike any I had ever known. It was a thread infused with HIS tenderness. This was my personal invitation to this new phase of existence. I reached for it with all my might and found myself drifting, not with effort or struggle, but with a peaceful surrender toward a shimmering portal. It seemed to beckon from the heart of the universe itself. Through it, I sensed life—a specific, vibrant life pulsating with a rhythm that resonated with my very essence.

The transition was a gradual enfolding. The boundless light of pre-existence softened, giving way to a gentle, comforting darkness. The cosmic hum of creation muffled, and I found myself embedded in a sanctuary of warmth and cushioned protection. This was the true beginning of my earthly journey. My first coherent sensation was a sound, a rhythmic, steady thump-thump, thump-thump. This was the heartbeat, a reassuring drum that was the lifeline I was longing to hear. It was the rhythm of her, a mother. Even then, before I had a body or senses, I knew she was my mother. She was my second universe, and her heartbeat was my sun.

The earliest days were a blur of transformation, but I felt myself unfolding, tiny tendrils of consciousness stretching out to explore the confines of my new world. It was a space of infinite possibilities, even within its finite boundaries. I was aware of the constant flow of nourishment, a life-giving stream that sustained my rapid growth, and the subtle shifts in temperature, the gentle pressure of the amniotic fluid—a warm, silken embrace. As weeks turned into months, my awareness sharpened. I began to perceive more than just physical sensations; I felt her emotions. A ripple of joy, a fleeting wave of worry, a deep calm. These weren't abstract concepts; they were tangible energies that washed over me, a subtle language I understood instinctively. It was a profound connection, an unbreakable thread weaving our souls together before my body had even fully formed.

Then came her voice. Oh, her voice! It was a melody that cut through the muffled world, a unique vibration that instantly soothed me. She would talk to me, sometimes singing soft lullabies, or other times just murmuring about her day with her hand resting gently on her belly. Her voice was the first sound that truly held meaning for me, the very first instance of communication. I remember the first time I consciously moved. It wasn't a deliberate act, but an instinctual stretch of newfound limbs, a tiny flutter or nudge against the soft wall of my world. A gasp from above, followed by a wondrous, joyful laugh. “She kicked!” my mother would exclaim, and I felt the tremor of her excitement, a vibration of pure delight that resonated through me. Each kick, each gentle caress from her hand on her belly, was a dance of discovery, a language of love spoken without words. It was our bond.

Floating in my warm cocoon, I would reflect on the journey—the incredible grace of being chosen by the Almighty. I felt a profound sense of gratitude, an overflowing thankfulness for the meticulous planning, the divine architecture that brought me to this very point. I understood, in a way that transcended logic, that this physical journey was a gift, a chance to experience love, joy, and growth in a tangible form.

Towards the end, my world became a bit more crowded, a testament to my growing size and strength. I could feel the gentle contractions, practice runs for the great journey ahead. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a quiet excitement that permeated my mother’s being and, through her, mine. It was a shared readiness for the next chapter. The final descent was a crescendo of sensations. The gentle pressure intensified, the rhythmic thump of her heart quickened, and the muffled world around me seemed to shift. I had no fear, only an instinctive drive, a primal urge to move forward, guided by an invisible current. I felt her effort, her strength, her unwavering focus. We were a team, working together toward a shared goal.

And then, there was this light. Not the soft twilight of my womb-world, but a blinding, brilliant burst. A coolness on my skin, a sudden, exhilarating rush of air into my lungs. A sound, loud and clear, unlike any muffled echo I had ever heard—it was my first breath. My first cry. Then, her voice was as clear as day. She was overflowing with emotion, and I now recognized this pure, unadulterated love. I was finally in her arms, cocooned in a warmth that transcended anything I had ever known. The warmth of her skin against mine, the beating of her heart directly against my ear as she said with tears in her eyes, "My baby."

And so, on the day I entered the world, I offered a silent prayer of gratitude that echoed from the very core of my new beginning.

"Thank you, HEAVENLY FATHER," as I whispered, though no sound escaping my tiny lips. "I thank you for this life, for this breath and for this world. But most of all, thank you for a mother who carried me, nurtured me, and loved me into existence. You gave me the softest cocoon, the warmest sanctuary, and the most loving heart. You gave me a universe within a universe. You gave me a guiding star before I even knew the sky. This woman, beautiful, brave, and endlessly loving, was given to me in YOUR image. She is my first taste of YOUR boundless love, and my first glimpse of YOUR divine grace. Thank you so much for giving me this gift on my very 1st BIRTHDAY."