Flashback Download: Giving Birth on LSD
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Giving Birth on LSD
[Continuing from previous posts] It was the Sunday of Labor Day Weekend, September 3, my due date, and I was awakened about 9 a.m. by a contraction. Labor was starting, right on schedule! I waited for a couple more contractions to be sure this was for real. When I was convinced that I was really in labor, I ate the purple wedge with a simple prayer for a holy delivery.
Then Richard-the-drummer stopped by, knowing it was my due date. When I told him I was in labor, he offered to take Todd to the park for a while. I told him to give it to bring him back home in a couple of hours so he could watch his sister be born.
Yes, his sister. I knew the baby was a girl. These were the days before ultrasound. How did I know? I just knew she was a girl, and I had already picked out her name. It would be “Gentle” – eldest daughter of the I Ching family of trigrams. The eldest son in that family was “Chen” – Thunder – and I figured I had already done that one with Todd, who could be very thunderous at times.
Richard and Todd left for the park. Josh and Ellie, the two family members I felt closest to, sat with me in my bedroom, smoking joints, as my labor progressed. Things were moving along fine. The contractions were pretty regular and getting stronger and more frequent, and Ellie had gone to the laundromat across the street and done laundry the night before, so we had plenty of clean sheets and towels.
Pat, the landlord upstairs who had bailed me out of jail, had been a medic in the army and had once delivered a baby. A few days before the birth he had told me how to tie off and cut the umbilical cord. I felt ready. The acid was coming on, and I was starting to feel loose and groovy.
The contractions were getting stronger, however, and my style of baby-having is to make a lot of noise in the process. It just feels good to yell. So I yelled with a couple of contractions, and this freaked Josh out. He was nervous about this unattended home birth anyhow, and after my second hearty yell, he rushed off to the Haight Street Free Clinic to get a doctor.
The contractions keep coming—same sensation as with Todd’s birth—but this time, on LSD, I did not interpret the sensations as negative—“labor pains.” They were just what my body had to do to move the baby along. Everything flows.
Now the second stage of labor starts—time to push with the contractions—so I move over onto the bed. Pushing, yelling, grunting, groaning. Yet rejoicing in each contraction that brings my baby closer
to being born.
Rock music on the radio, frankincense smoke curling in the air, ancient Egyptians on the ceiling welcome in this New Age child. (Were we together before—this baby and I—in Egypt?)
Ellie leaves the bedroom. Another contraction surges through my body. I push. The baby’s head is crowning. I’m alone.
Peggy, seventeen and from Seattle, walks past the open bedroom door. “Peggy,” I say, “come on in here for a minute. The baby’s coming.”
Peggy darts in, followed by Kathy and Ellie. Then, in synch with Great Perfection, Todd and Richard return.
One-twenty p.m. I push. Richard is holding my hand. Peggy, Kathy and Ellie, (teenagers, and inexperienced in birth) catch the baby girl. Todd, with wide eyes and open mouth, is at the foot of the bed, watches his sister enter the world.
I sit up, tie and cut the cord, as Pat, my landlord, had taught me. Then deliver the placenta with one final, mighty contraction.
I direct as the girls clean up the baby and flush the placenta, after placing newborn Gentle Mary in my arms.
Sheer ecstasy! Home, in my own bed. Home, in my own Higher Consciousness. Just where I most love to be. Beautiful, healthy baby in at my breast. No glass boxes, no rude doctors, no commissioned anesthetists. Just me and my family, at home, welcoming new life into this world.
The Dance of Life swirls around us, through us, with us. Great Perfection rules!
Heart chakras, mother’s and baby’s, are open wide, and Love unites old friends in the bliss of Here and Now.
Friends stop by. Richard’s band, “Triple A—Anonymous Artists of America.” They bring Scotch to toast the baby.
Then Josh returns, still worried, with two good-hearted doctors from the Haight Street Free Clinic. Antiseptic vibes, shiny metal instruments. Stiff, cold, mechanical, unnatural.
But I appreciate the wonderfully selfless service they are offering us. They examine Gentle Mary, say she’s fine. They retie the cord with their own, more professional supplies, and want to see the placenta. Flushed. Too late. Oh, well.
“Where do you keep it?” one asks, holding Gentle Mary.
“We keep her here in bed beside her mother, where she belongs,” I tell them. They hand me the baby, pack their shiny metal tools, and leave.
We go on celebrating the Birth of Gentle.
Josh, joyously shouting “We just had a baby up here!”, tosses joints out the second-story bedroom window to passing strangers on Waller Street,
One young couple—strangers who happened to be passing just in time to catch a falling j—come up off the street to smoke it with us and see the newborn babe.
After a while everyone else leaves the room, and I’m alone with my new baby. I feel so blessed. I silently thank Spirit for the gift of this precious new being who nuzzles gently at my breast. And my heart swells with love and joy and gratitude.
The next day I took Gentle up to the Safeway supermarket on the corner of Haight and Shrader Streets and weighed her on the produce scale. Seven-and-a-half pounds, and priceless.
My friend Mary, and her son Christopher had left the city by then, but I later learned that Mary did a large painting, from her imagination, entitled Birth of Gentle, and sold it in a Marin art gallery.
Gentle Mary was a sweet, alert baby. Skip, who had given me the purple wedge, also gave me a rocking chair in which I sat to feed and cuddle my beautiful new daughter. I was much more relaxed with her than I was with infant Todd. My extended crash-pad family was now in the habit of doing most of the housework and helping out with Todd, so I could sit back and enjoy being the mother of a newborn.
Gentle was a month old when we decided it was time to leave San Francisco. The scene at home was more together—more cooperative—than it had been before I created the vacuum with my vacation, and the vacuum was extended by the fact that I now had to spend several hours a day sitting and nursing the new baby. More people were pitching in and helping out with the cooking and cleaning, and we had a couple of somewhat older and more experienced guys in the family now, so that helped out.
The Haight Street scene was changing for the worse – heroin brought in by the CIA – and we all agreed that it was definitely time to get out of San Francisco.
I was never at all interested in hard drugs. Psychedelics were plenty for me – they were mind-expanding, Spirit-affirming, non-addictive substances, unlike the speed and smack I saw some very kind, sensitive using to escape their pain. Psychedelics were not an escape – they brought you face to face with your inner issues, presenting you with the opportunity to understand and heal them. Meth just put folks on a hard-edged ego trip, to bolster their low self-esteem, and heroin just put people beyond their personal pain, whatever it was, without even looking at it.
Not for me. Cannabis and other psychedelics put you into your deepest stuff, and if you could handle it, you could break on through to Higher Consciousness and a fuller understanding of Life itself. Of course psychedelics are tricky. Set and setting—as Leary pointed out—are very important, as are one’s intention in using the substance and how much inner work a person had done – how well one knew one’s self. If you don’t know yourself very well and have a subconscious full of things you felt guilty about when you take a psychedelic, you might run into (i.e., create) “monsters” as your mind expands into previously subconscious areas. And you might project those monsters onto the people around you, thinking everyone is evil and out to get you, or some paranoid trip like that. But if you’ve done some inner work and are relatively at peace with yourself, you can move right through the subconscious realm and into the Jung’s “collective unconscious” and embody your archetype. And this Earth Mother knew it was time to get her family out of the city.
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Disclaimer: These blogs are simply a sharing of my personal experiences and are not meant as recommendations for anyone else to follow. Please do not use me as a role model. Consult your own Teacher Within. And thanks for all the groks and comments. I love to hear from you! [Makes an old lady’s day!]
Peace and Love
Sylvia
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A new understanding...
Thank you so much for these posts, Sylvia. You are an inspiration! The pure and 'innocent' energy and love you experienced is something, as a hippie of the 80's, we lived to keep alive, though it's pure manifestation most of us had only dreamed about. We knew it was real, we caught glimpses of it in small moments of grace and light, but invariably heroin ruined everything, even our beloved Jerry Garcia, and with him an era. I never really realized until reading your stories, the reality of the dawning of the age of aquarius, and the governments direct role in polluting it with heroin and attacking the movement from that angle, slowly and painfully, like crack in the ghettos, I never really saw it as the same, I live(d) it, and I am personally affected by it to this very day. First hand knowledge of a time when the 'flower children' were not yet ravaged by addiction is good for the soul! As many of us awaken from our psychic sleep of the last two decades, your life experiences , I think, are an invaluable aid in healing and making sense of that period of our lives, who we have become, and how do we proceed from here.
I can't wait to read more of your story. The "get out of San Francisco" card was something as a generation, my brothers and sisters did'nt have the chance to play, some survived, some did not, some still struggle. One of those still struggling just tonight asked me, what if, what if drugs didn't alter the idealistic path we set out on in our youth? Your stories, for me, are a connection back to the wide eyed idealistic teenager, and confirmation that the energy we felt at that time was and is real, and exists outside the entanglement of drug addiction it became associated with. Tell us more Mama Sylvia, tell us more.
Questions???
This is a deep chapter, a few questions Sylvia, how has your daughter Gentle develop over the years? Was she a bit more psychic than the average person, did she have more deja vus or premonitions than the average person? How did she react when you told her birth story when she got old enough to understand? Has she herself explored entheogens? If so did you both share similiar experiences...you have me very curious now...Namaste!
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no judgements here
just a few questions. You wrote that Richard the Drummer took Todd to the park just after you started labor,
" I told him to give it to bring him back home in a couple of hours so he could watch his sister be born on his first trip."
This is a most mysterious sentence, to give what? was this his first acid trip watching his sister being born? I am most curious about Todd and who he is now.
Thanks for sharing your gripping story from the late sixties in SF. It feels authentic and familiar; from your perspective as a woman and mother, a few years older and farther along the spiritual path than most who were there. We don't have enough stories written by those who experienced that time and place. We are blessed to have you on Evolver.
late 60's
Just wanted to pipe in here, I was 17 in 67 and I saw the Haight in its days of love and peace.I ran around in the golden gate park and walked up and down the streets tripping.How to get the vibe across of what it was like.The late sixties were just there when the cultural shift just happened.I can relate to the story here by Sylvia, I did not live in the Haight then, I came from so. cal. with my friends to trip and experience the flower power scene.To try to get a real perspective on what it was like to be a teenager and suddenly the whole scene changes almost over night.To come from that rip in the fabric of time, to be at one moment a child and then feel the world around you going through vast changes, the assassination of Kennedy followed by the Beatles, a child feeling the strange effects of being in the times and feeling that religion and education are not really explaining things to a young mind that grew up in the first television generation.Yeah, it just happened over night, at 17 I became a Hippie I suddenly saw kids flashing the peace sign, and there was some magic in the air, even if it was laced with pot smoke and incense.The shift was welcome, but it was drastic also, depending how much you felt the need to find some path through the insanity of society, the empty world of politics and advertising.So into that a lot of us youth were seeking, but we had to almost invent it as we went along, there were no "new agey" prepackaged paths around in those days, (or if there was they were hard to find).I see the music as the main source for guidance,Dylan, Donovan.I could have stumbled into Sylvia's pad in 67.For me at that wild moment LSD was like the medicine of the universe, but it was all new and experimental, you had to dare to be wild, had to be willing to fall down the rabbit hole and hope it wasn't another Disneyland ride, the way was fraught with pit falls and traps, all I knew was "turn on, tune in, and drop out" and i had some sense of the mystic ritual permeating the whole phantasmagoria of the swirling blooming confusion and rose-tinted shades, because in 67 in the Haight you knew that this was the god's eye of the center of the cosmos.Yet, even at that exalted moment, you already knew that the scene would only last in a flash, soon the vultures would come with their drugs that make you thin.Yet, that small brilliant flash would either send out the waves of enlightenment that would keep the flash alive, or it would be swallowed up by history.Also, I wrote a poetic novel about my 67, 68 teenage LSD days, on Amazon, 'Gone Hallucinogen Freeway'
P.S. so to say that taking LSD when you gave birth in those days was somehow out of sync or not wise, is neither here nor there, people in those wild challenging experimental moments were just doing what seemed natural, it was like you had to take some changes in stride and go along for the journey.And hind sight flashing backs appears larger in the mirror, dig?Again there were not any prepackaged new agey paths around then, or they were were old paths that at that precise moment were diverging and being going through their own changes.Any way just my two purple zonkos. another vintage tripper.
Read your book
I really enjoyed your escapades and recollections of those times, before a police state grid, before chemtrail skies and bankster bailouts, before the death of the gulf ocean...I tried to be your friend here but it seems like you don't have that option set up????
Thanks Sylvia
for replying and I am glad to hear of your daughters evolution, bless you and family!!! Paz...
Placenta Pills
Just gave birth to my baby girl 6 weeks ago and my midwife dehydrated and ground up my placenta and put it into capsules. She explained that the hormones and nutrients contained are perfect for offsetting the imbalance of postpartum depression. So far so good!
Thanks also for your story. In truth though, I would be nervous about dropping acid during the birth process because I just don't know how to be sure what's in it and I'd be nervous about the dosage for the baby, but I really don't think it deserves instant judgment either.
What was it like inside your mind to give birth on acid??? I'm so curious, especially because my own birthing experience is so fresh in my mind. I wanted to smoke marijuana during the birth with my baby at home but my midwives advised against it. They had a few women over the years who chose to do so but the babies were less alert and responsive after birth, which, as we all know is not what we would want to see from a baby. I wanted to smoke, however, to assist myself in being spiritually aware in a time I knew would draw my more carnal attention.
In the end, I do still wish I would have smoked, because during the birth all I could be aware of was the intense pain of the actual birth when I really wanted to focus on the incredible majesty and awe of bringing fresh life into the world. I wanted to be spiritually present for the birth of my amazing daughter... but who knows, maybe we are meant to experience that so we can know just how strong and tough we truly are as women. Several times I thought I should be dying from the amount of pain moving through my body, but I didn't.
Thanks for sharing your story. I was fascinated. More!
Brilliant!
Your contribution here, Vintage Tripper, is refreshing - and one of the reasons I come back to peruse the offerings at Evolver now and then. I'm grateful for your ability and willingness to candidly share your reflections about personal enlightenment and heartfelt choices, and that you do so anecdotally rather than didactically.
I also appreciate and empathise with the need for your readers to express their feelings about the controversial act of giving birth on LSD. I get the feeling that you wouldn't be offended by another person's criticism of your choice, and in light of some of the harsh words spoken, I hope with all my heart that that's the case. Soul Traveller's questions were excellent; thank you for your clear and complete answers. Wildthing's observation that "to say that taking LSD when you gave birth in those days was somehow out of sync or not wise, is neither here nor there, people in those wild challenging experimental moments were just doing what seemed natural" is well-put too.
After an internal "yippee!" when reading your story, I put myself in your place and found myself pondering various questions - mostly existential and unanswerable ones. The two that seem most meaningful to the comment thread, if not the content of your post specifically, are: 1) How might LSD interact with the hormones, neurotransmitters, and other chemicals (including endogenous DMT, possibly) that would be coursing through mom and baby during labour and childbirth? and 2) What kind of "trip" might an unborn baby have, with no known frame of reference except the sensations s/he had experienced in the womb?
After reading the criticisms, my feeling on this is that, of all the things that unborn babies often encounter without giving their approval (e.g., nicotine, caffeine, meth, aspartame, all kinds of prescription meds, non-food "food" additives and chemicals like pesticides, malnutrition, violence through abuse of the mother, abortion), unadulterated LSD during birth would most likely be one of the more innocuous and (dare I say it) beneficial - just as it is when done thoughtfully and occasionally (remember people, set and setting) by consenting adults. What I can say is that if I were a fetus and I had a lucid and informed choice about what I encountered in the womb, I'd take the basics first: concern and care from a mother who is loving and kind, who eats whole, organic foods, and who cultivates a really good vibe and of course wants to share it with me. Oh, and if my mum deliberately chose to give birth unconventionally, i.e., underwater, at home, and/or while tripping on LSD, I'd like to know I could trust her judgment. You show good judgment, Vintage Tripper. The Disclaimer that apparently got a few readers in a bit of a tizzy - reminding them that you're sharing an important, personal anecdote and not prescribing anything, and most importantly advising them to consult with their own "Teacher Within" - is evidence enough for me.
This virtual tour is compelling; please keep it up!
Hi Sylvia,
I personally hope reactions (both yours and others') don't drive you away… You have a fresh (and refreshing) viewpoint that I think is in short supply here in the second decade of the 21st century…
I find it gratifying that you embarked on your journey of consciousness so long ago, and have evidently not strayed from it in these ensuing years.
I was still young in the late 60s, yet I was surrounded by hip enough people that I began paying attention early on. I was, in this sense, fortunate to have been raised in Los Angeles, with many trips to San Francisco. I can see, from my perspective, that the vibe then and there was so strong, so unique, so 'new,' that those who didn't experience it cannot possibly relate.
That said, I can understand your decisions at the time. And I totally appreciate your sharing them now.
In my mind, if your daughter is ok with your decision, then, really, what do any of us others have to say about it? And if she's not ok with it, that's exclusively for you and she to work out.
I appreciate your posting the disclaimer. I think to do any more than that (i.e., moralizing) risks demeaning the people for whom it was intended. It's true that young people might be turned on by the idea of tripping while birthing because of your story. And my sense is that those who are calling you and your actions irresponsible are really just being driven by fear that others will choose to emulate you.
Ultimately, we need to allow them their own freedom and ability to make such a decision. We need to trust, and encourage them to trust, in their own process.
I do think the dialogue in the comments so far has done a good job of showing the need for discernment, while honoring the individual.
So, thanks for bringing such catalyzing ideas to us. Thanks for sharing your own unique and insightful experiences.
I do wish you well, however you choose to share from this point on...
In the spirit of Oneness,
Kelly
reply to female warrior and lightening bear
Really?
That is what y'all choose to say? If you were going to say anything why would you say something so judgmental?
If Sylvia had gone to a hospital and accepted whatever chemicals the medical staff injected into her body, as well as the child's, would the little girl's rights have been violated? Would Sylvia still have been, in your view, 'selfish'? Is that type of birth less fraught with mental 'machinations'?
Based upon your statements here, I would think you would answer: Yes. Yes. No.
If Sylvia had described her experience bringing her daughter to a Catholic church, or a Southern Baptist church, or a Muslim mosque or a Native American ceremony for the first time, without asking the child's consent, would you have had the same reaction?
I would hope so.
Would the upbringing in such dogmatic belief systems also have been 'potentially dangerous'?
I would think so, given the known history we have available about these belief systems..
Your responses to this story, which for all we know is fictional, reveal much about why there is still war in the world. The attitudes you display are the same decisive and presumptive attitudes that all warmongers display.
It seems a shame that even on evolver this level of judgmentalism is being projected at others.
In her story, Sylvia models a level of awareness we, or most people here on this site, otherwise would applaud. Theoretically, entheogenics provide a conscious imbiber an expanded view of reality. At least that is what most people who regularly use them feel. Why is it so impossible to imagine that someone might want to give their newborn an expanded view of their entry into the world?
Tell me Female Warrior and Lightening Bear, do you feel you responded the way that you did because of a base level fear of entheogens? Or is it because you feel you know what 'right' and 'wrong' are and are confident enough about these weighty matters to decide that for people you do not even know about events that took place over 40 years ago?
Just curious.
Peace,
Steve
P.S. - By the way, nice story Sylvia. I appreciate your sharing it, all of it.
WOW Sylvia!!
That is an absolutely incredible story, and thank you so much for sharing.
-Not for me. Cannabis and other psychedelics put you into your deepest stuff, and if you could handle it, you could break on through to Higher Consciousness and a fuller understanding of Life itself. Of course psychedelics are tricky. Set and setting—as Leary pointed out—are very important, as are one’s intention in using the substance and how much inner work a person had done – how well one knew one’s self.-,
These are like words taken right out of my mouth, the only 'hard drugs' i have ever taken is MDMA and have always felt a profound sensation of 'plastic, fake, synthesized, inorganic, alien" and though the experience can be most pleasurable and euphoric, i had always felt 'dirty', and rather on mushrooms and with cannabis, it is a much cleaner, earthy feeling, a sensation of Oneness with this planet as you consume something IT has made for you to open your consciousness into it's depths, not what man has made to 'party' and get 'wasted' on, it's the very same feeling with alcohol and even, i found after my first experience not too long ago, with acid, a rather unusual and indescribable sensation that is not too unlike psilocybin at the same time it is completely unlike psilocybin. The 'trip' was there, for me, but not the feeling of Oneness with myself and this Universe, that i love so much. Perhaps it was because i was too worried of keeping in reality, and the set and setting environment were much too intense. It is much the same with cannabis as i have learned to classify it as a mild entheogenic plant teacher, instead of just getting super high by myself, as i viewed it even just a year or two ago, i now smoke preferably alone and meditate, practice opening my chakras and kundhalini, don't get me wrong i still like to have fun (when i can control myself) but i find it becoming more and more difficult to converse with friends and play around and joke when i am slipping in and out of dimensional realities in the middle of conversation, much like how it is with psychedelics, and even with just cannabis. It opens me up into my self, my imagination of reality and conscious thought, this planet and this very universe itself.
Much love
-A.
I love this story. The thing
I love this story.
The thing that strikes me most about the comments is that there a handful of people upset about this, or thinking it's a bad move. In reality despite lots of effort by the government no one has ever found anything wrong with LSD.
In the hospital they pump you full of opiates, cut you open, then dose you heavily with anti-biotics, that's like hundreds of times worse than LSD is for you, why aren't you guys picketing hospitals?
After just having had a baby, and learning a lot from our midwives and documentaries about it, I just don't get the strange values and misconceptions that our culture has surrounding child birth.
If anyone could show me and solid backed up evidence as to why LSD is wrong than I'm open to checking it out, but I haven't seen it, and I've spent quite a bit of time looking. Also if anyone can show me any evidence as to the models in babies minds when they are born that could be potentially upset by LSD I'd be open to that also, but once again it appears modern civilization is at a bit of a loss.
-Invisible Agent
"No one really knows exactly what happens when we think, therefor we can never really ever know anything." -Michael Larson
Hmmm
Taking my first dose of LSD25 at the age of ten in 1972 given to me by my father and taking LSD today are quite different. LSD today is quite "dirty" and not nearly as enjoyable as it was 28 years ago. It looks like everything turned out okay so quit trippin. I look forward to more 60s stories.
Corrections
Sylvia,
First thank you again for all that you have written for us all to read, ponder, enjoy and grow from !
While I never made either of the two primary pilgrimages of the entry into the age of Aquarius (sanfran or greenich , I did white lake ) , my beloved did live in the haight off & on from 66 to 68& I feel that her path & yours might have crossed in S.F. I feel that two such parallel sources of wisdom , magic & spirituality would have been strange attractors even in the centering of vibrations that was Haight - Ashbury circa 66-68.
I agree with others that your recollections and experiences of these transformative times and places in the (suppressed) evolution of our cultures are priceless. Worth much , much more than the fears and errors of a few who have yet to evolve into the acceptance of the otherness of others. It may be worth noting that everyone does the best they can with where they are along their path(s) in their evolution of consciousness. Not everyone is far enough along in their path not to need to control or censure the actions or words of others. Nor in our current society is everyone yet free of the constant fear broadcast into our environment , nor freed themselves from the repeated misinformation & disinformation propaganda of the drug warriors ' - war on humans.
1st , For the record , from the tablet description , place & time , it's fairly certain that the "purple wedge" was made by Augustus Stanley Owsley III & therefore safer & more free from impurities than even pharmaceutical grade Delysid (lsd) from Sandoz Laboratories .
2nd , lsd does cross the blood brain barrier at the brain & also the similar placental barrier, so it would have affected the incarnating life, however no one who was not that child or it's mother knows anything of what was experienced.
3rd , lsd is a very minor vasoconstrictor & even a major vasoconstrictor would not "cut off" blood or oxygen.
4th , uterine constrictors are found in ergot alkaloids (ergotmetrine , elymoclavine) not in lsd , this is a myth rising from the confusion of natural sources of lsa with synthesis of lsd , so taking morning glory seeds or eating discolored rye seeds would not be wise for a pregnant woman who was not already in labor.
5th , There are no hallucinogens , that is a scare word used by propagandists and drug warriors , similar to psychomimetic ( mimicking psychoses ). Since there are no experiences inside the substance itself - the substance cannot cause you to see anything that is not there . The effects are from the removal of perceptual filters & the enhancement of senses, so actually you're seeing what is real , just usually discarded by perceptual filters as not relevant to your survival & if it's real, even if it something(s) you've never experienced before
then it's not a hallucination, therefore it's not a hallucinogen .
6th , the imagined construct of what incarnating souls would experience as the body of a child being born to a mother who had ingested at onset of labor , a mind manifesting substance is not credible except as a projection of the fears of the writer. It is much more likely the child's experience was similar to her mothers' a calm and joyous occasion , with pain not perceived as negative. Given that all mind manifesting substances markedly enhance empathic and telepathic abilities ( by removing filters) I think it much more likely that Sylvia's account of the birth is accurate, after all she & her daughter experienced it , no one else here did.
7th , beings not yet incarnate have no way to give consent for what their parents experience , nor can their grandchildren or any successive generations , so it's a false and misleading issue. I could hint that most of us choose to some extent to whom we are born , and know to some extant what is going on with the mother & child prior to incarnation at birth , but then someone would demand proof & at that point all I can say if you're not yet enlightened enough to know how some of "reality" happens to you then you have not had the experiences that would allow you to know without questioning, perhaps you need to widen the number or types of paths you are pursing if they have not lead you to any greater truths than unwarranted censure of another's' words of her actions taken long before you knew aught of her beautiful exsistance . Allow me to remind you gently, as She hath harm'ed none, it be not thy place to call harm.
" A rising tide - drowns those without boats " - Cee Are

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