My Hypnotic-Regression “Rebirthing” Session

In 1986 I learned it was possible to be hypnotized and taken back to the moment I was born. Being a curious person undergoing personal growth, self-discovery, and healing, I hired an excellent psychotherapist who specialized in doing psychological “Rebirthings.” 

Through my hypnotic-regression session, this licensed Mental Health Provider 
guided me back to the moment of my birth and into reliving of my nascency!
That’s when I became certain of two things:
Everything is stored in our memory from birth.
But: There were even things in my memory bank and Rebirthing, 
hypnotic-regression experience that took place before I was born! 
Therefore, I know now we’re present in spirit, watching what goes on before we’re born.
E.g., I wasn’t born yet, but I saw Daddy come rushing anxiously into the house with a lantern and rope. 
Then he rapidly attached the rope to the ceiling, and the gas lantern to the rope. 
Then lit the lantern, exhaling a sigh of relief when the flame glowed brightly. 
He was preparing the room for my birth! 
World War II had barely ended, taking with it many of the adversities of the Great Depression. Still, where I was born, in the Mexican Valley of St. Good Fortune, there was no electricity.

The town’s Obstetrician, Dr. Reyes, was in the next scene of my hypnotic-regression, “Rebirthing” experience, sent for by the makeshift Midwife, Beulah McNeil (my namesake), when she saw I was coming breech.
Both mother and baby often die during at-home breech deliveries, sans hospital procedures. But, after much ado, this skilled Physician delivered me alive, saving Mama too.
So, at 4 AM, Thursday, April 18, 1946, in the little town with the big name – El Valle de San Buenaventura, Galeana, Chihuahua, Mexico – through luck, supernatural intervention, and Obstetrician expertise, Mom and I survived an at-home breech birth.

I was the second child of Mormon fundamentalist parents 
Floyd Otto Spencer and Esther LeBaron-McDonald de Spencer.
They wanted seven boys in a row, because Mother had loved growing up in the middle of seven brothers. They got seven girls in a row, instead!
The rest is “Her-story” mixed with mystery.
You shall hear how I fared in Mexico down past the Rio Grande.
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The following poem describes birth scenes I relived 
during my Discovering-Self, hypnotic-regression, “Rebirthing” session:

My Nascency:
In Mexico Down Past the Rio Grande 
by Stephany Spencer-LeBaron

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
As he slapped my bare butt 
With the other,
Attendees screaming “Breathe!”
Including travailed Mother.

But I refused to breathe,
For I’d just entered Earth
Through Mom’s vaginal canal 
In a painful breech birth
When I heard Daddy yow, 
“God-dammit!! Another girl!”
So I didn’t want to be born
Into this abrasive world –
A Doctor walloping me 
Alongside loud noises
And lights glaring brightly.
But spankings are more 
Than a newborn can bear
So inadvertently I sucked in 
A big breath of air.

Thus began life,
All its pleasures and strife:
First upside-down  
In Doc’s big hand,
Then swaddled at Mom’s breast
In Motherland,
Gently caressed by her loving hand,
In Mexico Down past the Rio Grande.

Life’s continued thus
For me on Earth –
From the womb to the tomb, 
It’s been gloom ‘n’ mirth:
First down enduring
A painful breech birth,
Then up at Mom’s bosom 
Learning to nurse.
Things could be worse, 
So I’ve decided to stay, 
Ups, downs, and all 
Till this very day!