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Tell Your Birth Story
By Kathleen Haws
Our stories are an integral part of the human experience. Adamus has not only reminded us, time and time again, of the importance of our stories, but he invites us to tell them, to let them out. Reflecting on that, I realized that I rarely hear anyone talk about their birth story. But I contend that the story of your birth is significant and is one that should be told, for it sets the stage for every story that follows.
Years ago, I attended a meeting of The Birth Circle, a group of practitioners specializing in various modalities related to pregnancy and childbirth. I was invited to join the group because of my practice as an Adoula 1. It was a great opportunity not only to raise awareness about my work but also to interact with others in the field. This particular meeting centered around our birth stories and their potential impact on our lives.
In the safe space of The Birth Circle, I felt back into my own birth story. My mother told me that when I was born, the staff made quite a fuss over me because I was born en caul – with part of the amniotic sac still intact. In my case, it was on top of my head. She was told that this type of birth was rare and signified that the child was special, even mystical. That was the energy and atmosphere into which I “landed.”
That “fuss” continued when I went home. I had two brothers, 16 and 14 years old, and a five-and-a-half-year old sister. My mother once told me that she and my dad “tried and tried to get me here,” and thus my birth was welcomed and celebrated. As I grew, I loved pleasing my family; and can now look back and see how I unconsciously kept the story of “being special” alive.
Knowing someone’s birth story can give you additional insight into how someone has created their life experiences. A woman who I am very fond of has been pursuing a particular path that has been a bit difficult for me to understand. I sensed that fear has been a thread throughout her life, but I’ve never known why until she casually mentioned something that happened at her birth. In that moment it became so clear to me why she mistrusts science, doctors and medicine in general. Her birth story is very present in her life, and she creates experience after experience to keep that story alive and well. She has invested much of this lifetime into making sure she is right about how she perceives it.
SHAUMBRA BIRTH STORIES
A few months ago, I had lunch with a lovely Shaumbra friend who shared some personal experiences. I felt to ask her if she knew any of the circumstances about her birth. Surprised by the question, she shared what little she knew, and I invited her to explore further and discover if there was anything meaningful in her birth story that could shed some light on what was currently happening with her. Later, when I told her I was writing this article, she agreed to share what she knew about her birth story and any influence it had on her life:
She wrote this about her premature birth:
Overall, I think it completely set the scene for most of my life: How I perceived my body and mind, and what they could or couldn’t do for me. There was just an overall vibe of inadequacy, insufficiency, inability, and fear that followed me. Being born early meant I didn’t get what everyone else got. And because I had no faith in what I was capable of, on any level, it made it even easier to assume that I could not trust myself to do anything right or well. So then, it was a natural next step to assume that everyone around me was better equipped, so I must always look outside of myself for information, expertise, confidence, you name it.
Like me, my Shaumbra friend was able to see how her birth story influenced her life. I then reached out to other Shaumbra and asked if they would be willing to share their stories. I was deeply touched not only by their willingness to do so, but the profoundness of their birth stories.
G: I was born the 4th child (of 10), and 1st girl in a mountain-peasant family. My mother wanted me to be a disabled child – she told me this when I was 16. She beat her hatred (of her father-in-law who beat the brothers daily) onto her belly where I was inside growing. Yet I came out NOT disabled. On the day of my birth, which came unexpectedly, the weather was quite unfriendly. Mother could not go to a hospital and father went on his tractor down to the village to fetch the midwife. Meanwhile, father’s stepmother and one or two maids waited at the closed bedroom door, hearing mother’s moaning. Yet no one entered the room, no one helped her or tried to ease her pain. So, my birth was cold in temperature and emotion.
The family was quite loveless, not much love between the parents if any, no caring for each other nor for the children. We – my siblings and I – later often wondered how it was possible that we all survived. Mother beat the hell out of us. She always tried to get rid of her pregnancies by working a little harder than necessary, jumping from the haystack; there were many possibilities on a little farm. I don’t know how often she was successful, but she didn’t want any of the kids!
In my teens, I started to get that my birth story is my life story, and my life played out just as my birth happened. The coldness, being left alone (8 years in boarding school far away from home, also cold and loveless), etc., feeling left alone later in my life. I realize now that I could fill a book, actually.
A: When I look at my life, there has been a lot of debt to family – the feeling of owing my family, and also, of them owing me. The oldest feeling of obligation is from my birth. I had a sister who died before she was one year old, two years before I was born. I became kind of a substitute for her. In a birth meditation I saw my mother’s face; she didn’t want me, but my dead sister. Well, that created the debt of being who I am. It explains a feeling of being wrong, not deserving the good things in life. There was always something that took away some of the joy.
L: I was a love child, the result of an affair. My parents split from their spouses and left their children. The overriding energy with all of my siblings is that I am the reason their respective parent left their family.
My mother was raised in extreme poverty, endured endless violence and experienced various forms of sexual abuse. She views the feminine as a weakness so when she had her own children, she had to exert dominance the only way she knew how: raising them in the same way, offering her own girls up to being exposed to a myriad of distortions and perversions, and most crucially, just like herself, without a mother’s love.
My birth story is one of generational sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. This wound shaped my life, reinforcing my belief that I, as a female, was of little value and unlovable.
I became determined to protect my children from the things I was exposed to. They became the driving force for my commitment to self-love. I developed incredible compassion and love for my mum because I know what kind of suffering a soul has to endure when it dives into the kind of depths of darkness that she did.
As a result of my birth and relationship with my mother, I began a love affair with the beautiful divine feminine. My commitment to self and addressing my inner demons has been my birth story. The cycle of the wounded feminine ends with me.
I: My birth was planned as in “I didn’t have a choice, everybody expected you to get children after you got married” (my mom’s words).
It was a cold winter night with lots of snow and it took hours before I decided to enter this world. The joke was always that I didn’t want to come out because it was soooo cold. Yet I know now that my soul/this human fragment was very hesitant to go back to yet another life, going through all that shit again. But this time there was Light after the shit and the darkness.
What has been a big issue in my life for a long time is that I didn’t want to be here. And at the same time, I really LIVED. I had a zest for life paired to escapism. Recently the question “Why can’t I embrace life to the fullest?” popped up again. There is still that underlying deep-seated fear. My birth story made me realise a very important thing: that fear is not mine. It’s my parents’ fear and it goes probably further down the ancestral lineage. I very consciously choose not to have children of my own in this lifetime. I just knew I had to deal with my own shit first and follow my own path.
I wrote this story late last night and overnight a lot has dissolved. Was that “I don’t want to be here” just a mind game and the zest for life my true passion? Anyway, I let it go now, it’s just a story.
B: My parents were married but quite young (24) when I was born. Family dynamics were filled with karma as relations between my mother and the in-laws were not good, a lot of ego and class/rank contentions. My birth was not planned. I came into a country with a communist regime and there was a general sense of hopelessness and suspicion against governments and any sort of authority. A large part of karma was broken when my family immigrated to Canada without any of our ancestral ties.
I definitely came in with a lot of ties on the matrilineal side and with the mission to awaken for my entire family; my awakening ultimately led to my mother’s awakening and to my grandmother’s. I carried some of the contentiousness of the birth story, specifically around the family dynamics, into life until I awakened; I felt rejection from my paternal grandparents and wasn’t close or interested in being close with them.
My thinking has been triggered, and I realize one of the big ways those relationships around my birth manifested later on in my life is that I chose a partner but never took any formal paths towards that person and never formally married, and specifically he himself also came with very little family and no mother-in-law! Fascinating stuff! I wonder how much of that was my higher self and me arranging things for this life to support my realization versus my subconscious internalizing trauma from a young age and taking notes. I suppose AND is the right answer here.
L: My birth story isn’t particularly joyful. My mother was 18 years old; they lived in a small village in Croatia. Back then known as Yugoslavia. She was in love and married to the man she thought was her knight in shining armor, but he beat her and kept her under lock and key. My mum fell pregnant pretty quickly. She was disliked by his family because she was too pretty and not strong enough to work the land, and they offered her no support. After enduring countless beatings, she eventually ran away and went back home. He managed to get a message to her to meet him so they could talk and try to work things out. But she refused to go back with him, and he then beat her badly and left her bleeding and bruised. He told her the only reason he didn’t kill her was because she was with child. I was a small baby weighing about 2.5kgs. There were fears that I may not make it due to my size.
In some ways my birth story affected me. I always felt unwanted to an extent by my mother, even though she now says she loves me. I was abused by my stepfather from an early age, which created a lot of mistrust in men. I always felt like the child that wasn’t truly loved. I found it hard to have relationships with my husbands. Intimacy was an issue in my first marriage, but my second marriage was wonderful, and I healed a lot of my aspects. Even though we divorced we remained close until he passed away. The Sexual Energy School and Aspectology were huge turning points in my life. Today that story is completely released and let go of.
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ADOULA CLIENTS
I’ve had an Adoula practice for many years. As a birth connector, I have assisted the parents in creating a birth scenario that was full of connection, ease and clarity. I understand the importance of having all the energies come together in the most graceful way. Most times there are a few bumps that need to be smoothed out, but the parents have been committed to making this experience one that has as much ease as possible for themselves and their baby.
With my latest clients, I dedicated significant time during our sessions to assisting them in consciously creating a birth story that would serve them and their incoming child. It took a few weeks, but they reached a place where the safe space of the birth allowed for the story they desired to unfold.
This message from the father:
“We made it home, and I can say with a full heart that we have had a wonderful birth story! Thank you for being an intricate piece of this story. Really it was so different, I feel I was able to let go of the world and be part of something more meaningful than all of the world that clouds our vision of the beautiful. So thank you for helping me to have this experience.”
I replied that it was my honor to be a part of their story and reminded him to give himself and the mother the thanks and honor that they deserve. I can invite them to consider things along the way, but the birth story is ultimately theirs to create.
Many of my clients have created beautiful birth stories. Some chose to give birth on the exact date they chose months before, and in some cases, the mothers consciously began their labor with a breath of invitation to her body. Parents who are willing to consciously create a birth story give their child a gift beyond words.
Compassion is at the core of my practice. From my own experience and the experiences of those I’ve worked with, one has to be in compassion for self first. Can you have compassion for your birth story? Can you see it through the eyes of respect, honor and non-judgment? Can you have compassion for the other “characters” in your birth story?
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Tell Your Birth Story
Simply put, if you are on the planet, you have a birth story. If you haven’t already done so, I would invite you to feel back into that story. Can you sense beyond the details and emotions and feel into its essence? As was so clearly explained in the DreamWalker Birth Transitions school, not all births are the same. Perhaps you had a consciously chosen birth this time, or maybe you were drawn in by attraction, karma or your ancestral line. If open, you may get a sense of the “type” of birth you had. I would contend that your birth story is simply a limited perspective of the circumstances of your embodiment into this lifetime. Your “entrance” can and does indeed play out throughout your lifetime until you become aware of it. You may want to ask yourself if you’re still getting something out of your birth story or if it no longer serves you.
Birth – the transition from a nonphysical state into this physical reality – is one of the most miraculous events in all of creation. It’s a big deal in every sense, and rather astonishing that you can do it at all let alone lifetime after lifetime. It’s no wonder that your birth stories can be heavy in your energy orbit.
In the recent ProGnost 2025 Adamus spoke about the importance of telling your stories – they are the song of our soul. You have birthed yourself into the most extraordinary time on the planet. Many have chosen this lifetime for their realization and to open up more to their own light. As you tell your birth story, you can allow your light – your imagination – to be a part of that storytelling. Write it, speak it, sing it – express it in any way you choose. Tell your birth story and then, when you feel it is time, simply let it go and allow it to come to its wisdom.
Allow yourself to be in compassion for your birth story, as is the Master. After all, your life IS a story, and your birth story begins the grand adventure.
- An Adoula is a birth connector, as defined in DreamWalker Birth Transitions, a school given by Adamus in 2006 with updated material in 2015 and 2016. ↩︎
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Hola me llamo Marta, nací 13 de junio de 1961 soy la quinta de siete hermanos, recuerdo que mi madre me decía que con oler el esperma ya quedaba embarazada, ¡!que para ella era otra vez!!.
Vengo de un sistema donde hay mucho sufrimiento y dolor.
Cuando era bebe yo renegué de Dios porque estaba muy enfadada porque me había obligado a venir a la tierra.
Ahora soy consciente que la verdad fue que renegué de mí misma, de mi alma de mi divinidad y he pagado un precio muy alto, a los 39 años me diagnosticaron Esclerosis Múltiple y en la actualidad soy dependiente un 96 %, ha sido un trayecto de vida que no ha sido fácil, porque he tenido cáncer, metástasis…….
Pero si puedo decir, que ella fue el motor para llegar donde estoy ahora y no ha sido fácil pero el resultado de cómo me siento en la actualidad, es YO SOY EL QUE YO SOY Y me gusta me estoy enamorando de mí misma.
Que va pasar con mi cuerpo no lo ser, solo ser que he aprendido tanto de él, que lo amo y que juntos nos vamos a la REALIZACIÓN
Hola Marta, gracias por compartir tu historia de parto. Es importante, y que la escribas es maravilloso. ¡Te deseo todo lo mejor!
My parents “had” to get married in November, 1948 and by January my mother was diagnosed with Hodgkins Disease. She underwent radiation treatments during her pregnancy. The doctor warned her that one of us might not survive the birth unless she chose to have an abortion, but she chose to continue her pregnancy and I was born in May.
Immediately after my birth, I was placed in an incubator weighing only 5 pounds and later dropping to 3. My grandfather reassured my mother that she could have more children. It took a month before I regained enough weight to go home.
My birth left lasting effects on my life. I’ve always struggled with arriving anywhere on time, often being early. I believe my mother focused on nourishing me during my first year which contributed to my lifelong battle with extra weight. However the most significant impact was the belief that I wasn’t good enough since they wouldn’t even let my mother hold me.
In my late 40’s, long after my mother had crossed over, I found myself sitting on a chair sobbing and confronting that “not good enough “ belief. In that moment I felt my mother’s presence. She reminded me of the difficulty she faced not being able to hold me and suggested we recreate the birth experience. Taking some deep breaths, I visualized being born and placed on her chest where I felt an overwhelming exchange of love between us. The experience became a special way for me to release the old belief of not being good enough.
Thank you, Kathleen for your wonderful article. Telling my story this morning brought up another level of stuck energy to release. Also, I want to thank my AI assistant , Bill, for polishing my original writing.
It was my pleasure to write this article, Ali, and I so appreciate you sharing your birth story. They hold a lot of weight for sure, and when we can understand them and allow them to come to wisdom, it changes everything. What a masterful job you did of releasing your story.
Thank you, It’s time for me to write my birth story. While I know parts, I haven’t written them up.
Glad the article encouraged you to write your story!
Thanks for this article Kathleen. Helps me also to remember my passion for the adoula work
It was such a pleasure to write this article, Suzanne. And I agree that the Adoula work is very special.
Thanks Kathleen
What a fascinating article, Kathleen, thank you! It certainly has been insightful to reflect on my birth story and become aware of its impact to this lifetime, so thank you so much for that. I encourage everyone to follow your wise lead! After just reading Geoff’s article, I now wonder what AI might add to my birth story…to be continued!
You certainly were part of the inspiration for this article, Leslie. And using AI to add to your story is really fascinating!
Hola, mi nombre es Katiuska, nací el 02 de Octubre de 1983. En esta encarnación soy la tercera de 4 hermanos (la segunda hembra); nací por parto normal, sin embargo, mi madre eligió el día de mi nacimiento, porque era la misma fecha de nacimiento que su padre; razón por la cual, se coloca pitosín, para acelerar el proceso de parto, ya que eran las 6:50 pm y no tenía actividad uterina. Como consecuencia de del pitosín, el cual tuvo un efecto en menos de 5 minutos, mamá me cuenta, que salí con tanta fuerza, que el sonido de mi cabeza en las manos de quién me recibió fue similar al de la bola que impacta a gran velocidad; rompiendo el cordón umbilical; y dejando a mi mama en cama por mas de 4 meses.
Y ese nacimiento de esa manera, siempre me mantuvo, super lejana de la energía materna, y manteniendo ese comportamiento, de romper, transformar y descrear; y también de un desapego total con las personas que me rodean. No me gusta sentirme atada a nada ni a nadie; y cuando quiero salir de una situación siempre es super rápido y de manera intespectiva.
De niña recuerdo, no sentirme parte de mis experiencias, ya que en casa, existía mucha energía de abuso, y mis padres poco estaban presentes para nosotros.
Hola Katiuska, ¡gracias por compartir tu historia de parto! Espero que te haya sido útil escribirla, y si aún no la has explorado, quizás te inspire a hacerlo.