Crib Stories...

Crib Stories…


When I was very small…still in diapers…still in a crib…a Voice spoke these words to me:


“You will not be having children.  That is for other people.  Your life will be about other things.”


The Voice was gentle, kind and authoritative.  Not quite male or female…

After that, and for some time afterward, I was shown a series of mental pictures of what they had in mind.

I remember seeing foreign lands and a sense of great potential to help on a large scale-IF I could keep my path straight.

For someone born into the kind of family and circumstances  I was, it was a huge stretch, not only of imagination, but of luck.

But a seed had been planted and a kind of Knowing resulted.   I was blessed with a good intellect and high energy.

It was up to me to do the work and make use of opportunities as I could find them.  I KNEW that. 

How did I know that?   I just did…



I was actually quite happy and excited that my life would be different and that I would be free to do bigger, more important things.

There were plenty of children here, already…the beginnings of overpopulation.

The ones that were already here needed better tending. as it was!  These things were crystal clear in my mind.



As I grew up, I knew that I would have to find a way to not have children. That would take an extreme effort at that time.

I would have to become a nun or a scholar or both…maybe a missionary.  Not many women were exempt.

I learned early on to keep my feelings and thoughts to myself. To act otherwise was to court all kinds of unpleasantness.

I didn’t play with dolls like the other girls nor did I play house incessantly.  That sets you apart pretty quickly.

My nose was stuck in books, quiet pursuits, not chatty ‘silly’ things.  I wasn’t going to play out a fairly mindless script.



The Voice came to me a second time…not too long after the first time.  It instructed me in these words-still vivid…

“The greatest cause of suffering on this plane is the misuse of sexuality…

There was a pause.  “…and you would be well-advised to steer clear of it.”



Those words came as quite a shock. Though I was so young, I knew enough about life to think that war might be the greatest cause of suffering.

Or poverty…  I never would have arrived at this!   But it was uttered with such gravity and certainty.  It was THE bottom line.

My place within the scheme of things was clearly suggested, as well. 



Now why would a child be told such things?  Who is doing the telling?

It would be many decades before I would be introduced to the idea of guides and master teachers.

Pretty serious stuff! 

One might ask why  a baby would be told such things…

And yet, I was…



Those words ‘bent’ my life.  Those words put me on my path.  They rescued me from pain and distortion.  They gave shape and purpose.

They were deep and clear at the time and they had the desired effect.  But they were overrun and nearly lost as I grew up.

At times they were only a dim memory that I myself discounted at I sided with the culture that says children are ignorant-blank slates.

I was 40 before I finally recovered them, dusted them thoroughly and began to give conscious heed to them…conscious respect.

By then I had done some living and I could see plainly that whenever I heeded the Words, my life went well.

When I deviated from them for any reason or failed to take them seriously enough, my life became a disaster.

In fact, I almost lost my life on more than one occasion.

You learn to take Spirit at its Word.

I also made mistakes along the way of misinterpreting the message.

For instance: while the message about not having children was clear enough, I failed for a time to appreciate those for whom it was a calling.

That is not to say that most are called.  Most people just fall into it unthinkingly or because it is expected of them.

The lives they secretly and really wanted to have are shoved aside, their gifts and talents buried.

The message about the misuse of sexuality as the greatest cause of suffering was underscored so strongly

in my life through the attempted sexual molestation of my stepfather (which began early in life) ,the perverted sexuality of my 1^st husband (a preacher’s kid)

and the general callousness and depravity of most men, that I nearly missed the flip side of that coin.

As time went on and I took the issue of sexuality up with the Creator, I was to find that the RIGHT use of sexuality is incomparably beautiful, powerful,

full of mysteries and potentials beyond most people’s imaginings.