November 11, 1979, England, Kent...
It was raining quite heavily in the town of Tunbridge Wales, please note. Warm days have almost completely given way to cold days of the autumn-winter period. Nature was falling asleep. Almost all the plants have withered, and the foliage, which until recently lay like a colorful carpet, has almost all merged in color with the wet earth.
The birth took place in the maternity ward of this city. They were quite difficult. For several hours, doctors had been fighting for the life of the mother and unborn son.
The young mother herself is named Sarah Mia Wilson. The appearance is quite nice. Medium height, long brown hair to the waist, slender figure. The face, currently distorted by a grimace of pain, was beautiful. Plump lips, slightly snub-nosed, cute nose, symmetrically set brown eyes. For several hours now she has been trying to give life to her son.
Outside the ward, her husband, a future young father, is waiting for her. An athletically built, black-haired, brown-eyed man. His name is Thomas James Wilson. Usually a calm, highly qualified surgeon, he was currently pacing back and forth in front of the door of the room, nervously twitching his hands.
But then, at one moment, the mother's screams stopped. There was an oppressive silence. Suddenly there was a splash, followed by a baby's cry. The man took a long breath.
"At least everything was fine," Thomas thought, "at least everything was fine."
After a couple of minutes, the crying stopped, and the door to the room began to open. The doctor came out of the open door. Thomas ran up to him:
-How's it going, Stan?
"Don't worry Tom," the man answered, "everything is fine." The child was born healthy, and Sarah is currently feeding him.
— Can I visit them?
- Yes, Thomas, you can, but not for long, they will soon go on vacation.
Only after hearing the beginning of the answer, the young man burst into the room. The doctor just shook his head knowingly. I was the same way myself.
Bursting into the room, Thomas froze, watching the most beautiful picture of his life. On the bed, propped up by two pillows, sat the most beautiful woman in his life. The face was illuminated by a beautiful and bright smile, framed by curls of hair wet with sweat. In her hands she held the greatest treasure and reward of her life. Her little son, who was currently suckling her breast, freed from the hospital gown.
Taking her eyes off her son, she noticed Thomas. Her smile seemed to become even brighter, but where more?
- Thomas...
Sarah," said the man, approaching his wife with small and quiet steps.
- How are you?
The woman grinned.
"Well, you know, this is not the most pleasant moment in my life," she continued, looking down at her son, smiling, "but for his sake, I'm ready to go through this a few more times."
"Ha-ha," the man laughed, "probably not the most pleasant."
Several minutes passed while watching my son. The man came to his senses, shook his head and asked a question.
- Well, what should we call him?
"Well, you're our young father," Sarah answered, "and you give him a name."
After a while the man answered.
- Calder, from now on his name is Calder Thomas Wilson.
- Calder? Strong waters? Are you serious?
- So what? — the man was indignant, "You yourself told me to come up with a name."
"That's it, I'm silent, I'm silent, Calder is Calder," the woman smiled, "our Calder."
About an hour ago, this same chamber, on behalf of the GG...
I came to my senses abruptly, once and for all, I was conscious again. The first thing I realized was that I had acquired a body. During my time in that space, I somehow got used to the absence of a body, and when I found it, I immediately felt it. The first emotion was joy, but somehow, I would say, sluggish.
And it was at this moment that the realization came. To confirm my guess, I tried to "enter" a state of meditation. Only after about half an hour did I succeed. What I saw confirmed my suspicion. My fifth shell was not only smaller (which I noticed earlier), but it was also less active. And I don't know how to react to this. What does this mean?
Well, the first thing is low emotionality, that is, I don't react as much as before, less vividly or something.
Secondly, this is the almost complete loss of the "volume" of emotions in the shell itself. Well, that is, if previously a large number of emotions "floated" in the shell, now not. This does not mean that I "transferred" ALL anger, hatred, love, etc. into mana and they are no longer there. No, they exist, and I can experience them, but if earlier anger and hatred clouded my mind, now they don't. I am aware of the fact that I hate and love someone, but not so brightly... And I don't know whether this is a plus or a minus.
Third, I can no longer translate emotions into energy. There are simply almost none left, and I don't want to go there any further. But this is bad. You never know what situation can happen.
This thought threw me out of meditation. I found myself back in my body. The first thing that happened was that I heard a speech. English language. I knew him. The meaning of the phrases boiled down to the fact that I am about to be born. And it was at that moment that I felt a squeeze and a push at the same time, and then I saw the light. I saw the light.
That was incredible. Even though I'm cold, even if I don't see well, I see. It was so unusual and wonderful that I didn't even think about breathing. And then I felt pain in the area below my back. It hurt, so I tried to protest and at the same time I inhaled air. It was much more painful than the previous blow, so much so that I started screaming and crying.
While I was crying, they carried me somewhere and then handed me over to my arms. And I immediately felt warmth, not only physical, but also spiritual. It was nice.
I realized that this was my mother. I just got it. And don't ask me how, I don't know myself. After a couple of seconds, they put what I realized was a female breast nipple in my mouth, and I began to suck on it. The milk was quite tasty. Even though I was reading books about people who got caught in my past life, I never understood them. They refused to drink milk, why? This is your mother, but it's a shame, yes, you are grown-up boys or girls in the past, but now you are children. Or is it the almost complete lack of emotion that speaks to me?
A couple of minutes later I heard someone enter the room. This someone started talking to my mother, from their conversation I realized that it was my father. I also learned the names of my parents: Sarah and Tom, beautiful names.
The child's brain could not fully handle the adult personality and its thoughts, so I began to drift off to sleep. At the moment of falling into the arms of sleep, I caught the edge of my consciousness of my new name - Calder. Since I don't remember my former name, then my first and real name will be Calder, from now on and forever.
With this thought I fell asleep...