Scroll Down to the Next Audio Recording.
In the realm of discussions surrounding the contentious topic of abortion, both within my country and elsewhere, it is disheartening to witness its prevalence and acceptance. Within our country and elsewhere to even further extent, where the moral fabric of its people has been clouded by the misleading notion that an unborn baby is merely a formless mass of tissue. This distorted perception is further perpetuated by labeling the developing life within the womb as a mere “fetus,” a clinical term that undermines its true worth. The abortion discourse primarily revolves around determining the permissible point at which a child can be terminated, essentially sanctioning the act of killing an innocent life still nestled within the womb.
Amidst the clamor surrounding the abortion debate within the political sphere, I intend to delve into the crux of the matter—the fundamental question of when life truly begins. I can only share my direct personal experiences and reflections. Despite the contention raised by those who claim that men should not have a voice in the matter of abortion, I strongly believe that I too can contribute, for I have been blessed with the privilege of welcoming the souls of my two cherished little boys into this world. As it is in fact the Father who directly Sponsors the very Soul of the soon to be child, and it is the Mother who offers her body’s inner wombs sanctum for the development and nurturing of the body and soul of the child. Without the Father, the child could not fulfill its mission through the development of mental fortitude. Likewise without the Mother life in this realm could not commence and the body of the child would die.
The stories I am about to share carry a subtle biblical allusion, akin to the divine intervention witnessed by Mother Mary when an angelic being entrusted her with the soul of Jesus. This divine occurrence transcends borders and touches the lives of every child born on this planet. It begins with the inception of a soul, which subsequently finds its dwelling within the intricate vessel of the human body—the sacred temple. This momentous event, the juncture where the soul merges with the physical form, is heralded by the first breath and the commencement of a heartbeat. It is at this juncture, approximately two weeks after conception, that life truly begins in the sanctuary of the womb.
The Enigmatic Journey of Souls: Reflections on Life’s Entry into the Vessel
Scroll Down to the Next Audio Recording.
Everywhere across our vast planet, the miraculous tale unfolds in unison. The journey of a child commences with the inception of a soul, which gracefully enters the sacred realm of the womb—a vessel akin to a divine temple. It is within this profound moment, as the breath animates the body and the heartbeat resonates, that life truly commences in the intricate cocoon of the womb. This extraordinary transition occurs approximately two weeks following the sacred act of conception.
Allow me to embark upon the captivating narrative of my eldest son, a narrative that stretches back well over fifteen years. It all began when emissaries from his dominion ventured to examine my vitality, health, and mental well-being. These ethereal beings, bearing striking resemblance to us, albeit with a unified Caucasian countenance, possess brown hair and eyes, exuding a slender grace akin to that of devoted vegans. Their architectural marvels and cities are constructed predominantly with stainless steel, showcasing a harmonious blend of elegance and resilience. It is from this otherworldly realm that my son emerged, two weeks after the intimate celebration of Valentine’s Day, radiating with a captivating light.
One fateful night, I awoke to behold an awe-inspiring spectacle. A luminous portal materialized, breaching the confines of our earthly abode, forming a resplendent pathway of light bridging our reality and a higher celestial realm. Across this ethereal bridge emerged a tall, angelic figure adorned in white, boasting a crown of blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. By his side stood a young boy, donning a t-shirt adorned with the emblematic colors of Texas, showcasing the Texas Longhorns, complemented by shorts and tennis shoes. This remarkable child, blessed with brown hair, brown eyes, and delicate freckles adorning his cheeks, emanated an undeniable beauty. The angelic messenger, with a hand gently placed on the young one’s shoulder, revealed that this child marked his inaugural incarnation on our earthly plane. While intellectually astute, his journey encompassed the cultivation of emotional intelligence—a far greater form of wisdom spanning the vast reaches of the universe. With these profound words, the little boy ascended, his essence coalescing into a radiant orb of light, gracefully traversing the air, until finally finding sanctuary within the womb of my slumbering wife, cradled peacefully upon the bed.
Reclining once more, I expressed my heartfelt gratitude to the angelic emissary and the divine providence he represented. As sleep reclaimed me, the following morning brought forth joyous news. I shared with my wife the revelation that we were to be blessed with the arrival of a precious little boy. Capturing his essence in a tender drawing, I marveled at the striking resemblance he bore to the image that had first materialized in my mind. Little did I know then that the appearance of this child was intertwined with the essence of the Body Elemental—a topic to be explored at a later time.
On the ensuing night, I found myself journeying beyond the confines of my corporeal form, encountering the young boy within the sanctuary of our room. He guided me through a portal, transporting us through a mystical tunnel, leading to a street adorned with sidewalks and majestic stone planters housing flourishing trees. In the distance, a landscape reminiscent of Southern California unfolded, characterized by rolling hills basking in an arid climate. Amidst this breathtaking vista, numerous stainless steel structures towered majestically, their uniform design reminiscent of a production line, exhibiting flawless curves, darkened windows, and seamless integration. It seemed as if these architectural wonders were birthed through advanced 3D printing, molding steel into their desired forms with unparalleled precision. While traversing this mesmerizing path, my wife joined our ethereal journey, accompanying us side by side. And there, once again, stood the familiar young boy from the previous night, rushing into my embrace with uncontainable joy. With warmth and affection, he whispered his chosen name, “Call me Valentine.” And so, the following morning, as my wife awoke with no recollection of the nocturnal events, I joyfully proclaimed that we were to welcome a little boy named Valentine. Clapping her hands in delight, she wholeheartedly embraced this beautiful appellation bestowed upon our forthcoming child. And so it came to pass that Valentine graced this world, his birth a testament to health and vitality. Now, at the tender age of nearly four, he emanates warmth and an unparalleled capacity for love.
Over the years, our angelic visitors have made frequent visits, providing check-ups on our beloved Valentine. Among them is a remarkable young lady, who, in the eyes of my son, assumes the cherished role of a dear friend. While some might dismiss her presence as an imaginary companion, I, too, have had the privilege of meeting her, witnessing her ethereal beauty within the confines of our home. She vigilantly watches over him, training us, his parents, in those early days. Should we inadvertently leave him in the crib for too long, her radiant intervention manifests as a brilliant flash, guiding us to his side and alleviating his distress. On one occasion, as my hand unknowingly approached his head, a mild electric sensation swiftly deterred me—an otherworldly safeguard. During a moment when I observed her during an out-of-body encounter, unaware of my presence. Overhearing her conversation with another angelic entity, she wondered aloud whether I comprehended the challenges that lay ahead. Although these difficulties were yet concealed from me, I remained steadfast in my adoration for our little boy, embracing the uncertainties that life would undoubtedly unfold.
Some time later, approximately one year after our first son’s birth, visions commenced, revealing a sublime soul draped in an ethereal glow akin to honey—a sublime child, exuding an irresistible allure akin to nectar. Night after night, this magnificent presence stood beside my bed, graced with an ineffable sweetness. Compelled by these visions, I shared the profound experience with my wife, igniting a heartfelt conversation about embracing the prospect of a second child. And so, with hearts intertwined, we embarked upon this blessed journey once more. Two weeks after conception, an assemblage of angelic beings, this time numbering seven, graced our humble abode. At the core of their circular formation stood the child, enveloped in a resplendent aura reminiscent of honey—an emblem of their divine presence. Following the pattern established during our previous encounter, this ethereal child transformed into a radiant orb of light, traversing the room, ultimately finding solace within the sanctuary of my slumbering wife’s womb. And it was on the subsequent night that another celestial envoy appeared, crossing the threshold from their reality to ours through a rectangular portal. This emissary revealed the name that resonated from beyond: Chamuel. As dawn broke, I excitedly relayed the news to my wife, announcing the impending arrival of another cherished little boy named Chamuel. Although initially met with skepticism, my wife, captivated by the beauty of the name, wholeheartedly embraced its profound significance. And so it came to pass that Chamuel, a child bathed in the splendor of honey, graced our lives with his arrival, bestowing upon us immeasurable joy. His birth, much like his elder brother’s, was a testament to beauty and vitality.
In the wake of conception, these extraordinary journeys have provided glimpses into Chamuel’s past lives, lived in various corners of our earthly realm. In one revelation, I found myself transported to the northern reaches of India, near the border of Nepal. A young boy, garbed in shorts and a tool belt, fearlessly rode steam-powered trains belching plumes of smoke across the vast expanse of the country. His adventures knew no bounds. In subsequent visions, I found myself seated beside him beneath the shelter of a grand golden stupa, adorned with colorful flags, nestled in a region of elevated latitudes. His long gray hair, braided into a ponytail, harmoniously complemented his Tibetan-inspired attire. Conversing intimately, he unveiled the intricacies of his past life and the aspirations he sought to fulfill in his present incarnation, unraveling the enigmatic tapestry of his being. These revelations deepened my understanding of this captivating child, Chamuel.
Returning to the subject of abortion, these narratives embody a profound truth—an experience shared by all, whether consciously remembered or not. The entry of a beautiful soul into a physical vessel transcends individual recollection. It is a universal phenomenon, occurring approximately two weeks after conception, synchronized with the wondrous onset of the heartbeat—an unequivocal commencement of life.
The mysterious odyssey of our two beloved sons, Valentine and Chamuel, serves as a testament to the divine intricacies of existence. Their presence in our lives unraveled the profound significance of every life, sparking contemplation and reverence for the sanctity of all living beings. May these stories kindle a deeper understanding within our hearts and evoke a sense of wonder for the miraculous journey each soul undertakes on this earthly plane.
As I reflect on the extraordinary journey of my sons, Valentine and Chamuel, the miracle of life becomes abundantly clear. Their arrival into our lives has reinforced my belief in the sanctity of every individual and the inherent worth that resides within each soul. Witnessing their growth and development, I am reminded of the profound responsibility we have as stewards of life.
