Most women don't know what powers they can glean from birth

Pregnant women in their innocent maiden states bursting with beauty and divine porosity, search for guidance, love & support. They search for a wise women who is experienced and has walked this path before to hold them in the undulating ride of pregnancy birth and motherhood. Many women don't know what powers they can glean from birthing in its purest, most beautiful form. They don't know because it is hidden from the main stream narrative.

I want to tell you that pregnancy, birth and motherhood can be transformative, life changing, beautiful and can instil a power in you you never knew existed. If you are engaged in the system, it will take some energy to shake off the fear of the system and choose this path of love. The less you interact with the fear based system, the easier it will be to tune in to the frequency of love and power. There will be less noise for you to sift through to get to the essence of what is. And what is? YOU can find that out by going and being there yourself. I can tell you how I got there and what I found. If you are curious, read on.

When I looked past the fear and risk based measures of the system I was engaging in, I felt a stillness and peace in my body and with my baby. We were connected. I didn't need to intellectualise it. We just were. We existed together in calmness and gradually edged ever closer to meeting each other face to face in the outside world. I had to guard us from impatient and fearful midwives wanting to rush her emergence and put an end to pregnancy at 40 weeks, they acted as if they were an alarm sounding at midnight on the 40th week, barking that pregnancy must end lest we all explode and die. I told them in a phone conversation after they'd be hassling me for days on end to stop contacting me. Still pregnant past 42 weeks, feeling swollen, spacey and teary I sought out the loving energies of women singing around the fire and waddling walks in the woods and requested no one ask questions about 'due dates'. I kept myself away from anyone who couldn't resist asking. It infuriated me and I knew I didn't need to feel angry at this point. Contractions started at the perfect time - when my baby and my body were ready to roll. We birthed together! No monitoring, no prodding and poking in intimate places. No having to deliver like a pizza parlour before closing hours. We were in our own timeless zone, working through each surge and sensation as it came. We did it all on our own. We didn't need someone scribbling down how long my sensations were or how frequent they were or telling me when the right time to push was. We knew because we were. I didn't need reassuring my baby was OK because I could feel her wriggling. I didn't need someone prodding me with a blood pressure monitor every hour because I felt well. I certainly didn't need someone to turn on light switches & rummage in draws and rustle papers where they'd write notes about me. My baby was born. I felt every movement, every stretch of every fibre. My baby opened her lungs for the first time and took her first breaths. We sniffed each other and stared at one another, taking each other in, absorbing every wish to meet each other that had been gathering over the last weeks, every breath every motion of our first moments together earthside. I didn't need anyone to inject me with any crap, or to man handle my baby or prod around my fundus or perineum or on the cord. I released my placenta quickly and fluidly, and it rested next to us on the sofa in a bowl, perfusing my daughter's cells with all her rightful blood and oxygen through the cord. She didn't need anyone to cut and severe and tamper with her cord or placenta. She'd been lying with her placenta, her trusty fleshy sibling, cosy in my womb for 10 months.. They were certainly in no rush to separate now. It would happen at the right time.