Pro Lifers always say they are advocating for the unborn. But they are not. They have no compassion for them. They don’t understand or they would stop advocating for such cruelty. I speak for the unborn.
I remember my past lives. I remember being killed in battle. I remember being murdered by my husband. I remember dying at a young age of influenza and having to slip away from my desperate loving parents. But there are two experiences surrounding death that instill the most dread in me.
The first experience is not knowing I was dead and being put into the ground. Watching myself be buried and discovered by crawly things. Not realizing that fear and ignorance was not allowing me to pull away from the experience. The other most dreadful experience is gestating in the body of and being born to a woman who hates me.
A woman, who all the time I am trying to grow a body, was configuring how to get rid of me by any limited means available to her. I formed my little body knowing her intention of using a hanger, falling down stairs or drinking herself to oblivion just to be free of me. That is embedded in the psyche of this life’s and my definition of a mother’s love. So is being Cursed on my birth. Also, being born into this loveless experience. Spending a childhood learning how to be normal without the love and guidance that others are given freely.
Between the two experiences, the second is more horrific. It creates more lasting scars on the psyche of a soul.