It is widely agreed that childbirth is one of, if not the most, painful things to go through. I agree totally. To all of you out there you should be thankful that when you are born your brain isn't developed enough to process thoughts or remember things. I went of on a tangent before I started my story. Oops. I guess I will start a bit earlier. I remember that dying was one of the most terrifying yet tranquil moments of my lifes. I died young and not well. At 20 years old I made the mistake of driving normally when I got T-boned by a semi. I was paralysed from the neck down and put on life support. I will spare you the sob story of saying goodbye to my family but it's safe too say I died feeling annoyed I didn't get to have a full life but also acceptant of my lot in life. Next thing I know I slipped beyond the veil and was in another place.

I don't fully understand what happened nor can I put into words what happened. In the blink of an eye and a second of eternity I found myself in a warm place. I was happy with whatever it was and interested that I still had consciousness. As a person who never truly believed in a religion but took the free lesson of religious studies to sleep in I guessed that this was some sort of purgatory? I continued in that warm place for a while, wondering how long it would take to lose my sanity with no other sensory input when I realised I did have a sensory input. I never noticed before but aside from being warm there was a faint buzz all around me. The reason I realised this was because I could feel a new buzz developing in the centre of wherever I was. After being just a consciousness I had a central anchoring point and it was a saving grace for me because I was BORED.

Time passed, but I didn't really notice because there was no way to measure time wherever I was. The little buzz grew but it seemed different to the buzz around us. Out of curiosity I decided to probe the buzz around to see if I could find anything out. To my surprise the little buzz responded to my thoughts and touched the weird energy around us. I decided to start experimenting and I passed the time moving the energy around what I guessed was my new body. I was happily amusing myself mentally when an unfamiliar feeling entered my warm haven. What had originally been a comforting hum was pierced by a great arc of power that shot towards me. I felt myself engulfed in the power as it moved around my consciousness and illuminated what I realised was a body. It honestly terrified me so I lashed out with my own relatively pitiful power. I felt the great energy pause and then retreat. That was the first and only time I felt that feeling.

Not long after that my once warm haven started feeling rather cramped. I probed out and for the first time I perceived beyond my home. I felt through the cold emptiness outside my home until I suddenly passed over a large beacon of energy. After son long with not much to entertain me aside from watching my body grow and a random terrifying incursion I was ecstatic to find something to interact with. So I did what any rational adult does when confronted with something strange. I poked it. There was a small flicker for a moment but no real change. I kept poking to see if anything happened but eventually grew bored. I continued my review of the world around me occasionally finding beacons and trying to understand just what I was doing.

Time passed and my home got more uncomfortable until finally it suddenly contracted and got painful. As you might predict from how I started this recount and my general passage I was going through childbirth. As the child. I already new that childbirth for women was bad as I was present when my sister gave birth but it was just as bad for me. My fragile being was being squeezed and pushed while I was freaking out. It HURT. I threw my consciousness as far away from my body as I could to see if that helped and ran into a very large beacon of energy. Unlike all the other beacons I had felt outside my home, this one was much larger and more... condensed? powerful? It was difficult to explain but it was like a thunderstorm compared to some static electricity. I instantly new that this presence was powerful and dangerous so I did as humans do. I threw a rock at it. I picked up a little bit of my essence and moved it out towards the feeling. The form barely flickered but I knew it noticed me. It withdrew and, for lack of a better descriptor, hardened. I decided that it was not a friend and backed away. This did distract me for a bit but I was drawn back to my essence and I sensed as my once comfortable home constricted even more and it's static buzzing that was once so comforting became irritated and strained.

Then with a final heave my conscious body separated from my home. On the 15th of July in a maternity ward in a world I new nothing about, I was born.