Before Birth

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I have always had memories of being somewhere before birth. I could describe it to a T. I was born at home, breech birth with only my aunt tending to my mother. I came out feet first. I was blue and not breathing. I was wrapped in a towel and placed where my mother could not see me. The midwife came and checked me. She worked on me for a while then I began to cry. They were all shocked.

I didn't know this until I was in my 30s. The memories of before birth were always in my mind. I was confused. Where was my father? Who are these people? It's just too long to write all of it, but things have been happening to me in the last 10 years. I see things and am more sensitive. When I worked in a nursing home, I could tell when people were going to die. I was about 80% correct. I also seem to see my past lives more clearly.

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