of Soul Bubbles
by Dr. Neil
and Elizabeth Carmen
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Cosmic Cradle Column by Elizabeth and Neil Carman, Ph.D. contains
excerpts from their book, "Cosmic Cradle." It explores
connections and communications with spirits ( usually with their
parents ) before they are born into a physical life.
like so many women in our technology-based culture, finds it difficult
to share deeply personal experiences. Her visions go beyond normal
disclose countless kinds of exceptional communications stretching
the ordinary mind to the limit. The next story is unique because
the mother-to-be, Joanna, encounters a whole flock of babies wishing
to be born.
the prelude to pregnancy experiences are so personal and intimate
that many spiritual motherhood adventures remain confidential.
Even some husbands never hear about them from their wives. Perhaps
that is why Joanna even felt self-conscious sharing her story
not like to make my spiritual experiences more or less than they
are. When I have an experience, I do not have to decide whether
it is real or not. But, if I share it with someone, suddenly there
is an outside opinion deciding whether my experience is imaginary
or real. It loses its innocence.
four children under foot, it is hard to imagine that Joanna and
her husband, James, were so thumbs down on having more than two
children. The incentive was triggered by a charming, magnetic
appeal straight out of the blue.
invitation manifested in a magical setting. The couple was on
vacation relaxing at a spiritual retreat for two weeks. It was
time to take a break from their children.
practice was part of Joanna's daily routine for stress reduction.
The thirty-seven-year-old mother of two had enjoyed meditation's
profound daily benefits for years. This time Joanna had some unexpected
thoughts come up during meditation.
mind was filled with the desire, "Have another baby, have
another baby, have another baby." Because the next thought
was, "No, I don't want to," I realized these longings
were not mine. Although they were my thoughts, I was not the author
of them. These subtle, gentle impulses unfolded: A vision of little
bubbles floating around in the room appeared to me - like soap
bubbles with a pearlescent sheen on them. There were thousands
- about four to five inches in diameter. The room was filled with
them, each having a liquid gold color.
bubble had a faint impression of a beautiful, little round cherub
face - with pink cheeks and golden hair. These soul bubbles were
very lovely and absolutely pulling at my heart.
lovely visions of these little angels tantalized Joanna even when
she opened her eyes. The bubbles were inside [my consciousness]
when I closed my eyes and outside when I looked around the hall.
Even though there were thousands of soul bubbles, there was one
collective yearning, one special energy I felt: "You're such
a good mother. Have another baby, have one of us. What a good
mother you'd make. We want you for a mother,"
celestial flock of souls sought Joanna for a mother for five days.
"There was no letup." Nonetheless, the mother-to-be
was far from easily being "talked into it." There were
lots there, but there were not lots of voices. There was one collective
yearning: "Have another baby, have another baby, come on,
have another baby What a good mother you'd make. We want you."
bubble even came up and went "ping" right on my abdomen
while I was resting. There was a physical sensation, like a hand
gently landing on my tummy. The feeling was, "I'm coming.
Here I come." I thought, "No, this is ridiculous. You
can’t make babies like that."
Greatest Sales Technique
explained, "No, no, no. It's too hard on my body. I don't
want to do it again. I already had two. Find somebody else."
Despite Joanna's obstinacy, the ethereal soul bubbles persisted:
"No, you're such a good mother. We want you for a mother.
Come on, have a baby. Have one of us." Joanna had only one
reply, "No, no, no."
by the fifth day, the thousands of souls appeared to listen: "All
right, we're going away. You can't have us." That magical
moment opened Joanna's heart.
was a great sales technique, The beautiful bubbles began to fade
out. I thought, "Oh, no, no, no! Come back. I will have one."
They finally had gotten to me. The bubbles were so adorable. I
could not give it up. I decided to have one. There was a wonderful
feeling of being chosen. They want me. What an honor.
savored the extraordinary communications for four days without
sharing the experience with anybody - especially James -who was
"absolutely against having more children." Naturally,
Joanna was reluctant to even broach the subject with him. Ironically,
the day before Joanna had a change of mind and accepted the invitation,
their discussion became easier. James made a surprising remark
and jolted Joanna, "I am thinking of having another baby."
sudden and startling interest was "funny." Joanna was
the time James mentioned he wanted another child, the soul bubbles
had pretty much talked me into it. The soul bubbles never appeared
visibly to James, yet it was obvious that "someone"
had seeded the desire in his mind.
was probably right. James's gentle desire for another child was
genuine and undoubtedly inspired by the unborn child.
Joanna and James took a 180 degree turn toward parenthood once
again. The couple discussed the third child and agreed to conceive
in the next year.
birth, our third son has looked just like those little cherubs
in the bubbles - round face, golden hair, rosy cheeks. For sure,
I came home with one of them. He just had to wait one year for
us to get busy and make him.
the near-death journey of Thespesius, reported by the Greek writer
Plutarch (46 to 120 AD), Thespesius's separated soul - which "seemed
as if it had been one eye fully open “ - beheld the souls
of the departed as small fiery bubbles which rose and burst to
disclose the forms of men and women. The souls were tinted ...
various colors according to their passions and sinful ways on
Earth, but became clear through expiation and punishment in after-death
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