{"id":251,"date":"2013-01-14T00:25:41","date_gmt":"2013-01-14T00:25:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.briancullen.net\/stories\/?p=251"},"modified":"2020-08-17T13:41:34","modified_gmt":"2020-08-17T13:41:34","slug":"life-after-delivery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/2013\/01\/14\/life-after-delivery\/","title":{"rendered":"Life After Delivery"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In a mother&#8217;s womb were two babies.<br \/>\nOne asked the other: &#8222;Do you believe in life after delivery?&#8220;<br \/>\nThe other replies, &#8222;why, of course. There has to be something after delivery.<br \/>\nMaybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later. &#8220;<br \/>\n&#8222;Nonsense,&#8220; says the other.<br \/>\n&#8222;There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?&#8220;<br \/>\n&#8222;I don&#8217;t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths.&#8220;<br \/>\nThe other says &#8222;This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.&#8220;<br \/>\n&#8222;I think there is something and maybe it&#8217;s different than it is here.&#8220;<br \/>\nThe other replies, &#8222;No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere.&#8220;<br \/>\n&#8222;Well, I don&#8217;t know,&#8220; says the other, &#8222;but certainly we will see mother\u00a0<span style=\"font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 1.5;\">and she will take care of us.&#8220;<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 1.5;\">&#8222;Mother? You believe in mother? Where is she now?&#8220;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 1.5;\">&#8222;She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world.&#8220; <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 1.5;\">&#8222;I don&#8217;t see her, so it&#8217;s only logical that she doesn&#8217;t exist.&#8220; <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 1.5;\">To which the other replied, &#8222;sometimes when you&#8217;re in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her.&#8220; <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 1.5;\">I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a mother&#8217;s womb were two babies. One asked the other: &#8222;Do you believe in life after delivery?&#8220; The other replies, &#8222;why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later. &#8220; &#8222;Nonsense,&#8220; says the other. &#8222;There is no life after delivery. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=251"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10991,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions\/10991"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}