Conversing in the Womb

What if you could share wisdom with your nine-month-old self—while floating in the womb, on the verge of transition into a new world? During my walk today, I contemplated what I would say:

"Those floppy things on the sides of your head? One day, they’ll let you hear and interpret the most beautiful vibrations—music, laughter, whispered love, and even silence. The small orbs in front of your face will reveal an entire spectrum of light, unlocking colors beyond your wildest dreams. That thing just above your mouth? It will let you inhale the scent of fall, the fragrance of spring, and the bittersweet memories tied to a single breath. And your mouth? Instead of just passing liquid, it will let you taste endless sensations—from the sweetness of chocolate to the salt of your own tears. It will let you fill your lungs with air and craft sounds so powerful they can comfort, connect, and even change the world.

And that lifeline—the tube feeding you now? You won’t need it much longer. The next world is right here, just beyond a fragile, paper-thin veil. When you enter it, you’ll learn how to feed yourself. You’ll take control.

But more importantly, the world outside isn’t just soft voices and gentle currents. The world around you—its fears, struggles, and nourishment—along with ancestral genetics, is already shaping you. Some of these will become a default trauma code you carry for life… unless you choose to break it. You must become self-aware, learn from struggle, and serve a purpose greater than yourself."

🙄 And I know—my nine-month-old self would give me the same side-eye my daughter throws when I start an unsolicited yap session. He’d insist I not touch his lifeline and stop talking.

But… what if today, we are all nine-month-olds inside a different kind of womb? A womb of ego, fear, and pride. What if our spiritual side is whispering to us even now, trying to tell us about a world of truthfulness, kindness, and humility?

In the womb, we are shaped by nature. In this world, we are shaped by choice.

✅We can listen—with empathy.

✅We can speak—with kindness.

✅We can see—without judgment.

✅We can touch—with respect.

✅We can taste—with curiosity.

✅We can think—with independence.

Imagine explaining metamorphosis to a caterpillar. That the discomfort of the pupa stage will transform a life of crawling through the same leafy routine into soaring among endless flowers, seeing with mosaic-like vision, and sipping the sweetest nectar. I guarantee, if a caterpillar could give a side-eye, it would.

Sometimes, what feels impossible is simply a choice waiting to be made. And the only thing separating you from transformation… is a paper-thin wall of belief.💡🔥

So, what is your spiritual self whispering to you today?

🌟Are you ready to listen?👂🏽

© Nuri Dimler 2025