Oh goodness no, they didn’t cut me open, it was far too late for a cesearean, and I was dead either way… The baby was completely face up, you see, and so she couldn’t clear the pubic bone. Just like with a horse or a cow… the dear midwife and a surgeon each grabbed a hip bone and helped pry me open just a bit more… and so, because I hadn’t had any anaesthesia and was conscious I could control it and get her born just fine… not even a bruise on her.
She was fine, but I tore and hemmorhaged… you’d say I looked plenty ugly… but I’d say it was the most beautiful thing on the face of the earth, because I wasn’t altogether in that body; I was also at death and in the presence of God… and it was absolutely wonderful. I didn’t cross over, but I got close.
Beyond what you see every day and call “reality” is the Light of God. Get close to death and you’ll see it quite plainly. God is.