Letter from an Unborn

"What does being born mean?"

"Hm. This is a very multidimensional question. A bit of context, please."

"We all share the experience of being born. Even if we don't seem to consciously remember it, we all went through this process at least once. Also, spring is almost here, the birds are singing, and everyone talks about being born and reborn, again and again. Even Nature seems in constant labor these days. But what does this mean for real? It seems natural to talk about it, but to be honest, I feel like I am not really sure I know exactly what we are talking about here."

"Being born is to continue the cycle of evolution."

"Are we obliged to evolve?"

"No, you are not obliged to anything. Everything is a choice. Being born is a choice too."

...

Dear Mother,

I want to talk to you about forgiveness. The forgiveness of not being born.

To be honest, I have no idea how to sense a life I never had to live. Even less how to talk or write about it.

I want to tell you I get it, I understand, and I accept it fully, even if I will probably never know what exactly happened there and why.

The confusion of available choice in those situations is fucked.

The pain is real even if we always end up choosing love.

Was it my choice? Was it yours? Theirs? God's?

Have we decided this together and in a highly co-creative manner because we got scared to realize what we would be losing in order to pay the just price for the intense depth of our own shared dreams?

This is a kind of place where reason doesn't mean anything. Nothing actually makes sense.

There is no such thing as shame or guilt in here. There is no such concept as 'someone else's' fault. No one to blame.

Some things must unfold in mysterious ways. Some are true. Some are dreams. We don't really know much about some others yet.

Not all dreams are illusions. Not all of reality is true.

Sometimes some kinds of dreams do feel even more real than the reality my mind has so beautifully and skillfully created for myself.

Are they actually more real?

Can our dreams be born even if I didn't get to?

Can my Life still unfold even if I stayed unborn?

Who keeps dreaming me?

...

When you truly accept unconditionally, forgiveness actually doesn't mean much.

Forgiveness is a consequence. It's a gift you find once your heart truly accepts what is and why that is.

Once you don't actually care anymore what is a dream or not, you become free to create any reality you want. Because you simply know you can be born again and again from that magic place where Life and Nature meet.

And once your heart accesses this quality of unconditional acceptance and you are able to surrender for real, you can give birth to yourself, to your dreams, and even to our shared reality.

The unborn is just a seed that has decided to dream another life, a deeper and even more exciting journey. To eventually be born again for an even more magical dream that our hearts have already all co-created together.