Before you was born what was you doing?

Question

what do you think you were doing before you was created?

im sure nobody knows.lol.

but ever think about that before you born, you were already gonna be made

Answer 1

hanging out with all of the other sperm cells until it was my time to go!!!
Did you not see Look Who's Talking Now???
Excellent example of what we all were doing before we were born. LOL

Answer 2

Sure, I was the gleam in my father's eye.

Seriously though, I had a past life regression done almost 30 years ago with Dr. Thomas Yarnell. Although I am Caucasian, in a previous life, I was a little black girl who died somewhere during the early 1930s, I had Scarlett Fever and the family didn't have any money so there was no doctor to be called, just an older woman who knew a few things about doctoring. I still have the tape & have verified most of the info. Some of it, is just lost in time. But ever now and then I get flashes of things that I don't recognize and yet, it seems very familiar to me.
So, yes, I have a good idea where I was before I was born, this time.

Answer 3

conception is similar to the beginning of the universe. In some ways, that's exactly what it is. Because until the moment of conception, we do not exist, so none of our present knowledge about life and the universe would also not exist.

Descartes said "I think therefore I am", when I die would the universe be the same without my perception of it. And if human beings never existed, would there still be a universe. Crazy crazy thoughts.

Answer 4

I was sitting on a cloud, telling God that I was perfectly fine with him, and that I didn't want to come down here and get into the middle of all this mess. God doesn't like back talk. Here I am.

Answer 5

I was trying to turn my sonogram into a Yahoo Fetus 360 page.

Answer 6

Well, a spiritualist once told me I had once lived in ancient Persia, and that the life I had right before this one, I was a Thai...

"Reincarnation Anyone?"

Answer 7

Before you were born, you didn't exist. The same as you won't be existing anymore after your death...

Maybe I should say before you were conceived, you didn't exist. That would be more accurate...

Answer 8

Hi!

My first memory is of waking as a small baby and slowly realising that my identity was connected with the baby. This seemed odd. I had no "language" then, so this may be difficult to translate. I was able to send my awareness above something that was constricting me (a large pram probably) and sense my mother in another room talking with a group of women. I felt the pain of their lives (I was born eight years after a war in which they had gone through much suffering) and realised that staying around would mean that I too would face suffering. I decided to go home to the source, where all was good.

On my way back, other beings who recognised me were rushing here. They did not admonish me but seemed surprised to see me going the other way. I came into the presence. We did not speak, but we communed:

"Do you know that I love you?"

"Of course!"

"Would I ask anything of you that was not eventually to turn for your good?"

Ashamed of my fear and doubt and filled with the peace of the eternal love that eminates from the source, I returned to live the life that began as the baby I then became.

Back in the pram, I felt ministered to by loving beings - but there seemed an expectation that I should now forget my "home" so that I could focus on the world I'd come to. I was determined never to forget that no matter what happened here, I would one day return to the source of all being.

Luckilly, I grew up in a community where Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism and a whole lot of other understandings existed in a state of neighbourliness. Sometimes I would come across a rare soul who had discovered their deeper identity, the life force within that animates. They came from all outlooks and cultures, and no one idea had a monopoly because none of them could fully encapsulate the wonder of the hidden truth.

Growing up led to my identifying more and more with the organism that housed me, but adults had a tendency to knock my innate wisdom - the one we all begin with - out of me. Any efforts I made to comfort them with what they had forgotten were "daydreams" and eventually I convinced myself that the source had been merely a dream.

Then the day came when my baby son died and in a state of extreme anguish, I ripped myself away from the organism and stood on the cusp of the worlds and implored the source to let him return. The source rushed to meet me and I was held in perfect love and peace.

Once again I was filled with shame at my lack of trust, at having forgotten the one thing I had determined to know forever.

"Forgive me", I said. "I wondered why you would deny a father the life of his son, but remembered the story people tell of how you anguished over your own son. I know my son is perfectly safe with you and that it was selfish of me to ask you to over-ride his choice to return to you in order to appease my hurt. Please just give me the strength to cope without him for the rest of my days here".

Later that evening I had a conversation with a wonderful nursing sister who had been sadly removing our childs life support. She was astonished as she told us that against all hope our little one had started to breathe for himself. We were ourselves amazingly overjoyed to know that, afterall, we would spend time with all our children.

There is, of course, much more - but I hope this helps answer your excellent question.

Good wishes.

Answer 9

I think I was thinking a lot. I came out with a pretty good idea on life.

Answer 10

Yeah, no recollection of being born only past life.