Maggie1111

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I'm here to learn. Here's my story and why I find myself here on this forum.

MY PRE-BIRTH MEMORIES:

I was born with some extremely unnerving pre-birth memories which have haunted me my entire lifetime. I actually remember very clearly, being nothing but a tiny point of consciousness in a place of light, love and security in front of what I can only assume was God / the creator. I remember very clearly choosing my father who would in turn choose my mother, and being communicated to that this was my 3rd and final life, and that I had a specific "mission/job to do/purpose" so to speak, which I was to complete during this lifetime. And, that this opportunity for this particular life was a "gift." Additionally, I recall being communicated to that if I failed to complete this life and purpose, then I wouldn't be able to "return home" to be in that place of love, peace and security in that light. I believe that the place I was in as that tiny point of consciousness was what we refer to as "heaven." I remember being communicated to that I would bring memories with me to this life so that I wouldn't make these same mistakes again and so I'd stay alive and complete my tasks, so to speak. Sounds insane, I know... but that is not where it ends.

I remember that even before I went through the above described process of coming into this life, I chose to die as an infant. I recall being held by my mother and I remember my mother's and father's faces. I remember how easy it was to simply stop breathing, and I remember thinking "I will feel sad for my parents, but I can return home if I stop breathing." I remember the dress my mother was wearing and her long wavy hair when she picked me up. I remember her screaming. I remember my white crib and the little pictures on the bedding. I'm fairly confident I had died as a baby of SIDS, mainly because of the thoughts in my mind at the time I made the choice. I think this life happened sometime around the early 1970's.

Before that, in a previous memory of an even more previous life. I remember being held as an infant by my father. He was some kind of person who was in charge of many who were working to build a building. They were building steps. It may have been Greece based on the steps, the clothing and the way people were working with primitive tools. Whoever my father was, he was very loving. The closest thing I can come up with to resemble it is the Parthenon or a Parthenon-like structure. My father, as I recall it, was taken from me when I was young and I grew up to the age of a young teen and would climb a certain hill often to try to ask for the Gods' help. I remember being told yes, and being told I could marry with a God then being told no, and then later jumping off a cliff of that hill into the water onto rocks due to the fact that I was told no. I have other snippets like glimpses of memories of this lifetime including faces of people, meals with family, feelings I experienced during conversations with friends and family, and I think I lived to about age 12 or 13. I think this life happened around 450 BC.

These memories have haunted me since I was born. I remember as an infant in this life in 1974, the year I was born into this lifetime, looking at my white crib and thinking to myself, "this is a similar crib to the one I had before," referring to my life when I died as a baby from SIDS sometime in the very early 70's.

WEIRD VISITOR THING:

I actually remember remembering my memories as a baby. I also had some kind of, what I sensed was a "reminder visitor," coming to my crib when I was an infant. It was frightening and I have zero doubt that this actually happened. IF ANYONE ELSE HAS EXPERIENCED THIS SAME THING, PLEASE DO LET ME KNOW. Whatever it was, it came as a small gray living thing that looked something like a tiny pinky finger that would wave at me from the far side of the crib that was next to the wall. Of course it wasn't a person's finger, I knew the difference even back then. This thing communicated without using language. It was about 2" long and thin and banded, similar to a small finger. No eyes or nose, only a small hole at the top like a mouth. I recall screaming and banging my head against my crib's solid end to get my mother's attention to come help me because that thing scared me so much. As soon as she would come in, the thing would pull it's self back down between the space between the crib mattress and wall again. But when it was there, it would wave back and forth and communicate without words. Of course I've ruled out bugs, cocoons and anything else.

When I eventually had a daughter of my own and when she was 17, she told me she had experienced something similar. She'd said, "Mom, if I'd had my 17 year-old mind and had seen that thing like I did when I was a baby, I'd have screamed my head off. What on earth was that thing?" She is 24 years-old now and still refuses to discuss it half the time because it scares her to think about. The name I remember for my "visitor" was "Bay." Or something like that. My daughter remembers it communicating to her that it was named "Bizay" or "Busy" or something along that sound. Sounds like "Bay."

Her description was a thin being, brownish gray all one color like my thing, but to her it reminded her of more like a broom stick, same metal looking bands around it as I remembered. She also described her being as having had "spiky hair like an upside down broom" but my visitor thing did not have hair. Her visitor thing could move around and communicate without noise much as mine did.

FAMILY VISITOR:

Since there is a paranormal section of this site, I will go ahead and add the fact that we have a family visitor. An old lady who glows blue. There's an old rocking chair and cedar chest set that my great grandmother built. She loved woodworking. The idea is to keep the baby items inside the chest at the foot of the bed and to use the rocker to rock the baby and nurse the baby. A lot of the time, we'd sit on the chest at the foot of the bed and rock the baby when someone cried in the middle of the night. This set is really handy and has been passed between my mother and her 5 siblings and also to me to use, everyone has used it for their babies throughout the years over the decades. Once the kids get old enough, this set gets passed to whoever in the family happens to be pregnant at the time. Since we are a big family, this is fairly often.

Every child in the family, eventually around 2-3 years of age will be being held by it's mother while the mother is seated on the chest facing the rocking chair. The chair in front of us will begin to slightly move on it's own and the child will ask, "Who is that old blue lady in the rocking chair?" I remember seeing her, she's outlined in white and is as clear as day. She glows blue. White hair up in a top bun. My mom asked about her, I asked about her, my daughter asked about her, all my cousins asked and so on. I'd estimate that this set was probably built sometime in the 1920's or 30's because my great-grandmother built them and used them and my grandmother used it in the 40's and 50's, my mother used it for me in the mid 70's and I used it for my daughter in 1994. My aunts used it all throughout the 80's. Everyone has a story about their child asking about the blue lady with white hair in the rocking chair. We assume it's a relative because this "visitor" was coming long before the person who built this set actually passed away. I remember seeing this "ghost" lady clearly but I remember her as being very loving and feeling a desire to be rocked by her, but my mom was there and I was scared because I didn't know her.

So, there you have them: my stories and my memories. I am thinking that this lady in the rocking chair is someone who is a relative and is coming to love and visit all the new children of the families. She looks happy, angelic, protective and I got a good loving vibe from her as did my own daughter. "I want to be rocked by her. Give me to her." The pre-birth memories though still haunt me to this day and I'd like some answers about them which is why I am here.

It's my belief some of us bring pre-birth memory & memory of Origin to help us complete something we're supposed to do so far as soul learning & purpose in this life. Mine tell me G-d is real, the meaning of life is actually soul learning, experience & mission. I think the mission has to do with unconditional love for all & The Creator.