I remember being born. The moments before the push a familiar hush whispered to me (in ancient GushMush), “YYou are being pushed into the light child. YYou will lose the innocence of the dark. IIt will no longer be your balm of safety. IIt may be unsettling because you will wonder where the safety is. SSadly a lot of children find darkness a place of fear instead.” I wanted to ask questions but I didn’t have the capacity, didn’t know I didn’t know I had the capacity. I had been on my own and in a state of blissful peace my entire life and suddenly violent spasms were shaking my world. “TThere will be some uncomfortable movement as all of your senses accustom themselves to the new environment. BBe strong and try to remember that it’s only a transition.” Gently talking as if they were taking slow breaths on a summer day. No name for this entity, just the benign conversation that was to change my completely perfect world. “Wait, wait, are you going to be with m