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  • I was visiting my neighbour whose children were the same age as mine.
    As I sat chatting to C we heard her baby crying. We rushed to investigate and found that my five year old daughter had picked up the baby from her cot, put her on the floor, and then climbed into the cot herself.

    I was shocked and very upset. Carmen reassured me that the baby was OK and she was not in the least bit angry with M’s actions. The baby was soon soothed in her mother’s arms.

    We carried on drinking tea, keeping a closer eye on M when I suddenly felt an intense pain in my back. I asked Carmen to watch all the children whilst I hurried home to lie down in my own bed until the pain subsided.

    I breathed in to the count of twenty, held the breath in, then breathed out to the count of twenty; desperate to rid myself of the band of pain round my ribs and spine.
    Why did I have to suffer such pain?

    In my meditative state I found myself floating above my body near the ceiling and could feel no more pain. I was pure consciousness and light. I looked down at my body so useless and unreliable and realised that it was just a shell encasing my spirit and I felt totally detached from it.

    I joyfully realised that I did not need my body and would be so happy never to return to my useless bones and flesh again. It was so tempting to leave.

    But then I reminded myself that my children and husband needed me. I would have to return to the prison of my body.

    The human body needs so much maintenance. We need fuel to keep us going, and regular elimination so time consuming, when we are in a creative flow. We need exercise to keep the muscles strong and warmth to stop ourselves from freezing in the winter. Giving birth causes the mother so much pain and discomfort. If we still walked on all fours, according to research, we would give birth with more ease. Why can’t someone design a better shell for our souls?
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