It’s been a while since I had the opportunity to hold a baby, but recently I was blessed to spend some time with a friend’s newborn who was about five weeks old.
When he was placed in my arms, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “Wow… he’s still so connected to Source!”
Within seconds, something happened that I didn’t expect.
I felt an intense energy surrounding him. It was so strong it almost robbed me of my breath, but at the same time, it expanded me. It didn’t feel overwhelming in a bad way. It felt like I was being opened… like I was breathing something purer than air into my body.
Clairvoyantly, what I saw was extraordinary.
It looked as if he were lying inside a sling made entirely of Source energy. Not symbolic, actual energy. It was alive with color. Mostly gold, but woven through it were bands of red and blue, with smaller threads of green and yellow moving in and out like currents.
And the texture of it surprised me.
It wasn’t light and wispy. It was dense. Thick. Effervescent. Like a kind of prismatic armor wrapped around him, but not rigid. It was alive, responsive, intelligent.
This wasn’t just energy.
This was love. This was protection. Direct from Source.
His soul was still so close to where it had just come from.
Clairaudiently, there was also a sound. A low, steady hum that felt layered, like multiple tones harmonizing together. The closest way I can describe it is like a chorus of angelic voices holding a frequency rather than singing words.
It was beautiful in a way that’s hard to fully put into language.
Sitting there holding him, feeling all of this, I had this quiet realization…
We don’t arrive here empty.
We come in surrounded by grace. By love. By protection that most of us forget we ever had.
Babies haven’t forgotten yet.
They still remember the other side, even if they can’t explain it. The connection is right there, just beneath the surface. You can feel it if you’re paying attention.
Sometimes I wonder what they would tell us if they could speak clearly in those first weeks of life.
What they would say about where they’ve been. What they still see.
I think a lot of people have felt something like this, even if they didn’t have words for it. There’s a reason holding a newborn feels different. There’s something unmistakable about it.
It’s a gift to be that close to Source energy again, even for a moment.
I’m curious to see how his energy evolves as he grows. It will change, of course, it always does, but I hope he holds onto that connection for as long as possible.
Because it’s still there in all of us, even if we’ve forgotten how to feel it.
