This morning I got reunited with my birthing angel.
I could see how every soul is accompanied by an angel during the time of pregnancy and birth. A special angel who guides the soul into this world. The angel is taking care of the new soul until the moment he is born. Then the angel withdraws. Steps back. So the soul can start his new life. The angel will stay in the background but does not walk along the new path of life. It is the keeper of the birthing process. It holds the information of the journey of the soul coming to earth. The moment of separation from your angel is traumatic. It is leaving all the known behind. All that feels safe and secure. In the womb the soul experiences mostly unity. It comes from unity. It has started his journey into the duality and form. But the baby and the placenta together are still a form of unity in the world of form. The placenta is the negative of the blueprint of the baby. They are like yin and yang and represent duality. The birthing angel is the representation of trinity. It is non-form and transcending the duality of placenta and baby. The angel is a representation of the true form of the soul.
Reuniting with my birthing angel was like coming home. Coming home to myself. Returning to my original form of how I came to earth. I have felt lost in this world. Empty. Lonely. If something was missing. I have been thinking it was because of my brother who died shortly after birth. Or because of the loss of my twin brother who returned home while we were in the womb. But now it feels I missed part of me. My other half of who I am, the placenta left at birth in the garbage.
But my birthing angel is holding the complete picture of who I am the moment I came into life. My eternal being and soul. All that I am.