Excerpt from People of the Womb ...

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Probably the most striking surface feature of my memories is the awesome experience generated in the womb by the beating of my mother’s heart. The beat of our mothers’ hearts is a universal constant background sensation while we are in the womb. It is as regular as day following night. It is an ever-present backdrop of our sensory stimulus in the womb. The memories I have of my mother’s heartbeat always seems, as I look back on them, as the slow peaceful heartbeat of a sleeping person. I have no memory of faster heartbeats or other body sounds. It also seems to me, as if I were always remembering back to a specific moment, or quality of moment in the womb.
 

I was totally enraptured and captivated by the experience. A single heartbeat was like an eternity of perfection and an eternity of them would never be too much. This experience is perhaps like a drum symphony. You are completely surrounded by drums. They are so close you can almost touch them. The sounds and the vibrations permeate and reverberate throughout your entire being. Your spirit soars to a rhythm that is always the same and is always experienced as the first hearing of a timeless masterpiece. You are lost in exaltation and the sensations of the moment. You are totally focused inwards to your body, and outwards to the vibrating world. The effect is also hypnotic; it greatly magnifies your awareness. It does both at the same time. This experience has a cadence to it corresponding to the beat of your mother’s heart. The rhythm goes on and on. Imagine you are a small wisp of a developing human growing in your mother’s womb. Your mother is massive and completely surrounds you. Her heart pumps and circulates the blood throughout her body. You are a fragile being inside her. As the heart pumps, the veins and arteries fill with blood, then the arteries contract, pushing and forcing the blood to circulate” throughout her body. The blood is being forced into ever smaller and smaller spaces as it nourishes every cell of her body. You are a tiny wisp of a fragile and delicate being, living inside her in a liquid environment. Blood is moving everywhere in her body. What you experience is a throbbing, pulsating, and vibrating world. Every fiber and bone of your being resonates with it. At its height there is a world filling crescendo of sound and vibration which tapers off to nothing followed by a moment of utter sublime silence, then gradually rising again to a new climax as the full force of the blood surges through her body. The silence is the tiny moment when the blood stops moving between heartbeats and the arteries have finished contracting.
 

I clearly remember this and its powerful impact; it was an eternity in perfection. The physicality of this sound and vibration really is only the surface layer of the memory. More fundamentally, was the being I was in my life in the womb. The nature of this existence is an intense experience, beyond anything I have found in this world. I was totally enraptured and at one with everything. I experienced every moment newly, as if it were the first time. Life was a state of serenity, ecstasy, and perfection. There was no self-awareness. Everything in my world was me. There was no possibility of separateness in my world.
 

There also was no sense of time in this experience. Time does not even exist as a possibility yet. The nature of this experience of life, is that it has the same infinite quality in the experiencing of it whether it is one of those world filling silences between beats, or an entire day, with thousands of beats.