Beginning at the Beginning -- An Introduction
I remember my birth. No, really. I remember it and it continued to come to me in dreams. It was a dream in the way that other animals dream — no words, just images and feelings. The dream began with the “sparkly dark”. It was beautiful. If you were to hold a handful of blackberries and raspberries in your two cupped hands and somehow shine a light from behind the handful of berries, that was the sparkly dark. The sparkly dark would last for a while and then suddenly be replaced by the “bright white”. It was jarring in its intensity. There was nothing to see except white, white, white. It was completely featureless. It glared, seeming to burn its way into me; relentless. And then it was gone. The dream would end. The dream of the sparkly dark and the bright white came back over and over for quite a few years. I never quite understood it until I had my second baby. Dr. Greenman had practiced medicine in Chester, California, in the Sierras for severa