Earth Birth

Numan should have taken the  time, but he didn’t. He should have explored the possible birth options, and located a stable, loving family where opportunities to succeed as a human would be all set. Mentally triangulating the planet with the two senior members they were empowered by the Law of Squares, which potentiated their three minds into a powerful scanning instrument. Many possibilities were identified, but the best ones would have taken some time because there was such competition among other souls who desperately wanted to enter those lives. The members couldn’t choose for him. It was Numan’s mission alone,  and he was on it. There was also no need to hurry. Yet the more he looked, the more confident he became that he would succeed no matter where he was born, that he could overcome any obstacle and show everybody that he did it.

Eager to get on with it, he opted for Earth birth to a poor unwed young mother who had signed papers for adoption, and who was already in labor.. With the help of the seniors,  triangulating the precise entry point just above the neonate’s brainstem only minutes before delivery, his consciousness transferred into the helpless fetus inside the spasming uterus. Terror took over him as the baby was pushed out by the screaming mother. Naked and gasping under the bright lights he anxiously looked around at the people towering over him, trying to focus. Then thankfully he lost all knowing, the baby began crying and kicking, and his identity became the blank mental slate of a newborn.

18 year old Natalie Rosedale felt something special when Numan’s soul entered her baby’s body during the final contractions. She suddenly changed her mind about the adoption. As the nurse told her to push, she screamed “you cant have him! I want my baby!” The baby came out all at once, blinked his eyes and looked around curiously, then began screaming. The nurse instinctively let Natalie hold him for a moment. Something had come over everyone, even the doctor stopped and just stared. Natalie squeezed the baby hard against her breasts until his cries stopped and he almost suffocated. The nurse and doctor had pried it away and had to use  a suction to clear its airway, but it was fine and was soon wailing again. The staff at Booth Memorial Hospital, a special facility for unwed mothers in East Los Angeles in 1958, watched over mom and her baby and dutifully did the paperwork so she could keep him. She thought to name him Bradley, after the charming boy who knocked her up on a one night stand in the back of a Ford station wagon parked in the sand on Malibu Beach.

Poor Bradley. His life would have been much easier if he had been adopted.