It was my boy who took me there. And it was him who brought me back. I woke up by his cry. He had woken up and was looking for me. He needed me this time, this night. Like always. But now I understood why. Coming from an infinite river of oneness and unity into a little body was a shocking to him! Of course he needed me. To feel united again. To feel he was not just a little baby in a body, but part of the whole. And as his mother I reflected Source.
I nursed him back to sleep. He felt part of me again. He was one with me. Like he was in my belly. He was one with Source. Like we all are.