Born With A Caul
I was interested to read that only one
in 80,000 babies are born with this mystical sign, though I don't think any scientific studies have been
done on the topic. Doctors delivering babies state that they see this caul birth rarely, so that might
mean that it is more common than 1 in 80,000 births.
I was a caul birth baby.
I began well on Planet
Earth.
My mother loved to tell me the
story of how shortly after giving birth to me, a Breakfast Baby, born at 8.
30 am in Montreal, Canada,
the nurses rushed in to tell her that I had had a mystical birth.
A caul birth baby is known as fey, or psychic, in Scotland.
The famous novel David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens, begins with the caul birth of David Copperfield.
These cauls are an extra layer of flesh
membrance born over the face and body of a newborn child.
In ancient Egypt, a baby born like this was seen as being
selected for the Goddess Isis and the Mystery Schools.
These are all interesting stories, and I love the drama
of it all, yet, in truth, I am a modest and realistic person, and see no benefits or practical advantages
to this mythology.
Yet.
I was the First Baby
born to an Air Canada flight dispatcher, who received free airline tickets.
My father did not care at all for spiritual signs, and
stayed up the entire night before I was born, gambling and playing poker with his French and Italian friends,
smoking cigars and drinking Canadian beers, passig out Havana cigars when the hospital phoned him.
Our friends and relatives in California,
Ontario, and British Columbia mailed 33 baby cards, and 33 is another mystical sign, the number of years
that Jesus Christ lived, and also a key number to the Freemasons.
The nurses also told my happy and tired mother that the Caul Baby was intended
to travel the world over all her life.
My mother laughed to herself, knowing that I received 4 free airline tickets every year, because
the government of Canada was generous to Air Canada employees.
My earliest travel memory is being carried up the steps of a huge airplane,
safe in the arms of my father. a feeling of safety and security that would later vanish, through the vicissitudes
of adult life.
When the great mystic Cheiro died, the
famous Victorian palmist, the scent of roses filled his mansion, and doors blew gently to and forth.
If our lives are a circle,
may my arduous journey on this cruel and beautiful pathway be likeways blessed with a spiritual completion. equal to
my birth.
Arielle
Gabriel, Tung Chung, June 20, 2017, 5.53 PM
one hour before the Summer Equinox.
