In 1986, I learned it was possible to be hypnotized and taken back to the moment I was born. Being a curious person, I hired a female therapist who specialized in doing “Rebirthings.” Through her hypnosis session, she guided me back to the moment of my birth!
That’s when I became certain about two things:
1- Everything is stored in our memory from birth.
2- There were even things in my memory that took place before I was born. So now I also know we are present in spirit, watching what goes on before we’re born.
For example, I wasn’t born yet but I saw Daddy come rushing anxiously into the house with a lantern and rope. Being a creative person, he quickly attached the rope to the ceiling and the gas lantern to the rope. He lit the lantern and exhaled a sigh of relief when it began to glow brightly. He was preparing the room for my birth!
As an aside, World War II had just ended, taking with it many of the adversities of the Great Depression. But there was still no electricity in the little townsite where my parents lived in Old Mexico. The coal oil lamps they usually frugally used didn’t provide enough light for my at-home emergency delivery. That’s why Daddy had brought in and hung the gas lantern.
Now back to the birth scene: The town’s noted Doctor and Obstetrician, Dr. Reyes, was there — sent for by the Midwife when she saw I was coming breach. After much ado and good lighting, the amazing physician succeeded in delivering me alive — as well as saving my mother’s life! It is not unusual in breach deliveries for both the mother and the baby to die when delivered at home without surgery and other hospital procedures.
But through luck, supernatural intervention, and the experienced obstetrician’s expertise, I survived being born at home breach, at 4 AM, Thursday, April 18, 1946, in the little town with a big name: El Valle de San Buenaventura, Chihuahua, Mexico.
I was the second child of my Mormon fundamentalist parents, Floyd Otto and Esther LeBaron Spencer. They so wanted seven boys in a row, because Mother grew up in the middle of seven brothers and loved it. They got seven girls in a row, instead. How’s that for karmic justice?
The rest is “Her-story and a Mystery.” You shall hear how I fared in Mexico, down past the Rio Grande. And we can begin with the following poem that describes much of what I saw and relived during my rebirthing session:
My Rebirthing Experience
In a little adobe hut, down past the Rio Grande,
Hung a brightly lit lantern near a bed stand,
I also hung … upside down in Doc’s hand,
While he slapped me on the butt with the other;
And everybody was screaming, “Breathe!!”
Even exhausted, pain-ridden Mother!
But I refused to breathe,
For I had just been delivered from near death,
By way of a small canal in a difficult breach birth,
When Daddy hollered, “God dammit! Another girl!!”
So I wasn’t sure I wanted to remain in this world.
Besides, there was a man’s hand walloping me,
Alongside loud noises ‘n’ lantern glaring brightly.
But the spanking was more than a new baby can stand,
So I took my first breath and now here I am;
Thus began my life down past the Rio Grande.
But though I inhaled the breath of life,
In actuality, I couldn’t bear the strife!
So I let out a scream and started to cry,
As began ups ’n’ downs “till death do I die“–
First upside down in great big Doc’s hand;
Then nestled up close in Motherland,
Caressed by Mommie’s loving hand,
In Mexico, down past the Rio Grande.
Yes, that’s how life’s behaved for me on earth:
From womb to the tomb, it’s been gloom ‘n’ mirth!
First down suffering in a painful breach birth;
Then up at Mom’s bosom being taught to nurse.
But things could be worse, so I’ve decided to stay —
Ups, downs, and all — till this very day!