Born Wide Awake: My Spiritual Beginning
- Sandra Lynn Chamberlain
- Dec 25, 2024
- 6 min read
Updated: Jan 11
Recounting the extraordinary beginning of my life, early spiritual realizations, and divine intervention
Before I was conceived, my parents had no plans for expanding their family, as they were content with their family dynamic, having established a comfortable routine with my two older siblings and the life they had built together. However, as the years progressed, Mom began to experience a deep and overwhelming desire to welcome another child into their lives. This longing was not just a fleeting thought; it became a persistent yearning that she could not ignore. She turned to prayer, expressing her heartfelt wishes for a unique child, regardless of whether I would be a boy or a girl. Her prayers were filled with hope and anticipation, as she envisioned the joy that a new addition would bring to their home.
Among the few stories my mom would share about her pregnancy, one particular moment stood out, which she often recalled with great fondness. During her ultrasound appointment, just prior to my birth, the doctor captured the image of me curled up on my side, with my tiny head resting delicately on my hands, creating a pose that strikingly resembled prayer. This precious image became a cherished symbol for my mother, who interpreted it as a divine sign that her prayers had been beautifully answered.
Upon discovering that I was on the way, my grandfather expressed a heartfelt desire to have the privilege of naming me. With my parents' enthusiastic approval, he took the time to thoughtfully consider the perfect name for me. He penned the name on a sheet of paper, treating it with great reverence, and kept it hidden away until the moment I entered the world. On a chilly winter morning, January 25, 1983, at precisely 11:53 AM, I made my grand entrance into the world, weighing a healthy seven pounds and seven ounces. This day was not just a significant milestone for my parents; it marked the beginning of my life as Sandra Lynn, a name chosen with love and anticipation.
From the instant I was born, I had an acute sense of awareness and spiritual alertness. My parents often shared their amazement at my early behavior, especially their wonder at how, just moments after I entered the world, I fixed my gaze on my dad. It was as if an unseen connection linked us, drawing my attention to him with a profound and instinctual intensity. I would focus my eyes on him, carefully observing his every move, absorbing the nuances of his expressions and the subtle changes in his demeanor. Dad frequently recalled my large, bright eyes, which sparkled with an unusual depth, and he would describe how, when I looked at him, it felt as though I could peer straight into his very soul.
Although this may have been just a casual remark to him, the reality was that I truly could, and what my dad overlooked in that moment was the deep truth: I was born wide awake. This state of awareness was my spiritual beginning and has been a defining characteristic of my existence, one that sets me apart from the conventional experiences of those around me. Gifted with various spiritual abilities that I wholeheartedly believe were bestowed upon me by God, I have always felt attuned to a different wavelength than most. These abilities have always been a part of me, though I didn't completely understand them until later in life.
It is my opinion that, due to the profound and deeply spiritual calling on my life, I have had to face many intense confrontations with negative energies. It seemed as if these darker forces were perpetually at work, lurking in the shadows, meticulously orchestrating events and circumstances designed to undermine my confidence, sap my resolve, or, at times, completely obstruct my ability to fulfill my sacred purpose in this world. In my younger years, the spiritual realm often seemed like a battleground, as if it was a complex and multifaceted landscape where fear and intimidation were wielded by negative energies as insidious weapons against those who aspire to illuminate the path for others.
Throughout my life, I have faced various situations that have tested my physical and mental limits, including episodes of illness that seemed to strike unexpectedly, almost as if they were manifestations of darker energies at play, serving as reminders of the constant struggle between light and darkness. When I was just a few months old, I faced a sudden and severe illness that nearly took my life. I had developed a critical case of bronchitis, and my condition quickly deteriorated. Without warning, I stopped breathing, causing my lips and face to turn purple due to oxygen deprivation. This prompted an immediate trip to the hospital by ambulance. In the days that followed, the medical team worked relentlessly, providing injections to improve my lung function and combat the severe infection. Thanks to divine intervention and the swift actions of my parents and the medical team, I overcame this daunting challenge and returned home as a happy, healthy baby.
A couple of years later, while joyfully running around, filled with laughter and delight as I played, I was savoring a lollipop. The vibrant color of the candy was mesmerizing, and I was completely absorbed in the sweet, sugary flavor, blissfully ignoring my dad's repeated warnings to sit down and finish it safely. It was a typical day of carefree childhood, where the thrill of play outweighed any sense of caution. I had developed a rather reckless habit of biting into any sucker I had, finding it far more exciting than simply licking it, and on this particular occasion, that impulsive choice would lead to a moment of panic. As I took a hearty bite of the lollipop, I suddenly felt a sharp realization wash over me; half of the candy had lodged itself firmly in my throat, blocking my airway. The world around me began to blur as I struggled to breathe, a wave of fear crashing over me. I instinctively tried to cough, hoping that the force of it would dislodge the sticky mass, but my efforts were in vain. As my lips started to turn blue, it became clear that I was in serious trouble.
In that critical moment, my dad, who had been watching from a distance, sprang into action with a sense of urgency that only a parent could muster in such a frightening situation. He quickly grabbed me, placing me over his knee in a swift motion, and began to pound on my back with firm, rhythmic strikes, hoping to dislodge the candy that was causing my distress. I remember feeling the warmth of his hand against my back as he struck, each thump resonating through my small frame. After what felt like an agonizingly long time, with my heart racing and panic coursing through my veins, I suddenly felt a shift. The piece of lollipop that had been lodged in my throat finally came loose, and I coughed it out with a forceful expulsion, the bright piece of candy landing on the ground in front of me. The relief that washed over me was indescribable, as I gasped for air, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Once again, divine intervention had been perfect, and disaster had been averted just in the nick of time.
In my later years, after enduring several other harrowing experiences with asphyxiation during my childhood and in my adult life, I found myself reflecting deeply on the nature of those incidents. Each event felt like more than just a mere coincidence. I began to wonder if something darker was lurking in the shadows of my existence, perhaps an unseen force intent on literally suffocating the life out of me. These experiences also led me to ponder the possibility that maybe in some alternate reality, I had met my end in a similar manner, leaving an indelible mark on my spirit. The idea that my soul might carry the weight of a past life where I had succumbed to such a fate was both terrifying and intriguing. Such reflections stirred a profound sense of curiosity within me, compelling me to explore the intersections of life, death, and the potential for reincarnation. Was it possible that these childhood experiences were not just random occurrences but rather echoes of a deeper, more sinister narrative that spanned beyond my current existence?
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