I once had a dream. I dreamed I was in a dark place. There was no light,
and no walls or ceiling. In a way, however, I was not alone, for I saw an
image of a woman standing before me. She was not really there. Instead, she
was like a hologram. She was white with long, reddish brown hair, and was
wearing a flowing white gown. She spoke nothing, but simply stared into space
like a statue.
Almost instantly I saw the image change. Her growth process accelerated,
but instead of growing older she was growing younger. Within seconds her
physical shape became like an unborn child in the womb of her mother. She
became bald and developed humanoid characteristics much like that of a first
trimester, not yet fully formed baby. And then the holographic image
vanished.
I was still left in darkness, but the dark surroundings changed a little.
I became enveloped in a tightly enclosed space. It had walls, but these were
unlike the walls found in any household or building. The walls had a thin,
almost rubbery texture, like the surface of a blown up balloon. And then
I realized, like the image of the woman I had reverted to my pre-born existence!
I was in my mother's womb!
But my level of education and knowledge remained the same as a 28-year
old. I knew about the world, about the oceans, the continents, and the countries.
I knew about mathematics, science, and the arts. Most important of all, I
still knew about Jesus Christ. While I believe that we are all given an imprinted
primitive awareness of God from conception, we do not know about Jesus when
we are in the womb (except if we are John the Baptist!). Because I knew about
Jesus I knew about abortion.
In real life I have done volunteer counseling of women in crisis pregnancy
situations. But until this dream I did not have lull conceptual knowledge
of what abortion was. During the dream I began to think of abortion and was
given a revelation: abortion is the killing of an innocent human being in
the circumstance in which 1 am in. This may not sound like a great revelation,
but it was. I no longer saw abortionin a two-dimensional way on a graphic
picture. It became three-dimensional as I felt intimately connected to the
world of the unborn. Instead of seeing the womb from an ultrasound or photograph,
I could touch it and, through a tiny bit of blurred light that came in, I
could see it.
This three-dimensional realization also brought another startling
revelation. The unborn child in the womb who is only a few inches long does
not realize they are only a few inches long. For me, I was still five feet
eleven inches. I did not feel that I had shrunk any. This made me realize
even more than ever before that the unborn child scheduled to be aborted
is truly fully human, more human than our society wishes to believe.
Knowing who my mother was I was not afraid of being aborted in the
dream. I knew my mother was pro-life. I could hear voices faintly on the
outside but, though I knew English, I could not quite make out what was being
said. They were probably friends or relatives talking about me, the expected
baby. In any case, I knew they were not abortion center personnel.
I searched around the womb to find the space that the abortionist might
use if he inserted his tools of death. I thought it might be at my feet.
At that moment I felt the righteous anger of God against abortion. How could
we allow the murder of tens of millions of his little ones all over the world
every year! Surely soon we are to feel the effects of what we have done!
Then the dream ended. The dream was actually a part of a series of
dreams that night, ones so diverse that another was where I was Indiana Jones
on one of his action adventures! It took a few minutes after waking up to
remember this dream. But once I did I quickly forgot the others and realized
was a marvelous gift of revelation I had been given. For none of us remembers
truly what it was like to be in the womb, but I was given a glimpse, albeit
an imperfect one, which I will remember for the rest of my life.
To those women (or boyfriends/husbands and any others) who are considering
the option of abortion for a family situation I offer this: every child is
a gift of the Holy Spirit and no problem is so dire that it warrants the
killing of an unborn child. I was given a very special insight into the humanity
of the unborn. They are truly human. Instead of seeking
abortion as a solution to the problem, a mother should look on her unborn
baby as a budding gift given by God himself; which He in His infinite wisdom
had ordained to entrust to you because he believes you have the intelligence
and capability to handle it.
But you do not have to handle it alone. The world holds numerous avenues
of help for those in desperate situations, such as Mother Teresa's Sisters
of Charity, present throughout the whole world, and Human Life International.
Do not believe in the lies that the abortionists tell you about the
child in the womb being just a "blob of tissue". it is not. It is a child.
Believe me, I know.
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