Cord&Placenta

       That fetal whisper in our heart, which at our birth, the end did start.  As these new breaths we drew,   ways of the womb were lost from view.  That fetal whisper, so soft and low,  is like our shadow on the snow.  So please lets hear that silent sigh, of the fetus, by and by,  then admit that we were wrong, and praise our God, the great I AM.  For giving us the desire to know, that which only the fetus could show.  What is your wish sweet fetal valentine, is it the oldest line, be mine?  Oh no, my wish is more divine, it would be the end of time.  For time is the whisper in your heart, which momies heartbeat did impart, the tick tock’s dominion in your life, is simply because we have forgot.  What secret message have we missed, that we would abort so many fetal hearts.  So, my wish on this Valentines day, is let the fetus have its say.  I wish for words that could convey, that I don’t like your romps in the hay.  Dear mom and Dad, I gave my all, but times were tough when your own memories would call.  Call for relief from your former grief, as you walked this same path, with your mom and dad.  Forgive you and love you, I always will, you see it was like a drill.  So many rounds of rock and roll, seem to have had their toll.   Broken hearts are just the start, some ain’t so lucky from all this fucky.  To heal the heart is a daunting task, as its covered by the pain/pleasure mask  Oh physician, heal yourself and find, you became the fetal whisper, you left behind.  The placenta my first timepiece was, it brought me blood, it gave me love.  When hard times came a couple times a week, Its a wonder I am not a circus freak.  Little people, midgets, and the like, would like this fetal wish of mine.  So let the fetal river run, and bring all mankind back to where death was begun, the sweetest fruit dear Eve did eat, was the start of death, such bitter sweet.  So let me build my temple in peace, then shall there be peace on earth, oh please.  As within, so without, lets not leave any doubt, that God gave us the choice, to romp in the hay,  For us to change and repent, heavenly mercies would be shortly sent.  I wish that I could find the words, to pierce your heart that waxed so hard.   Its a viscious circle, of life and death, until we remember, our own fetal whisper.  Then life gets so simple, life gets so clear, we remember life, before the fear.  So, my wish is an eternal now,  I AM your fetal valentine, WOW …….Jeffory

        The main challenge of sex during pregnancy is that the oxygen supply to your baby is decreased for the duration of the orgasm/uterine contraction, as well as the aftermath of cleaning up the biological waste that built up during the ordeal.  Sounds like landfills to me, interesting parallel.  The anatomy of the uterine placental junction is the stage where all this drama occurs.  The contraction of the uterus which follows orgasm can last for a long time and will vary from women to women.  Its like Russian Roulette, maybe you don’t cause irreversible damage during the first few rounds of sex, yet sooner or later, the fetus will experience a lack of blood flowing at the uterine placental junction.  Its like the current credit crunch in our financial markets, the blood cells are the pennies, and there is nothing going in or out of the economy.  It sends the fetus into a recession where there isn’t enough building materials to build a healthy body, so we were forced to skimp here and skimp there just to keep up with the “deadline”.  See, there are 52 stories to this fleshly temple in that we start as one cell, divide to two cells, and on and on according to the blueprint, the genetic code, until we are born and about 40 stories are completed, the other 12 stories take 18 years to build.  So when the storms of sex rage through our construction site, the placental cappillaries are vulnerable, like a young sprout is vulnerable to the wind and rain, and are sometimes uprooted, malformed, unable to move on to the next story and are stunted in growth.  Pre-eclampsia is the medical term given for the end result of these storms.  The spiral arteries of the mothers uterus are intended to “fuse” and flow into the placental cappillaries, but these breath holding sessions put a serious, sometimes lethal, damper on this building project we have all been through.  Some are born visibly broken with handicaps too numerous to mention right now, but I will and have written of some of them before.  Some are born with beautiful, unbroken bodies but have emotional scars which when they manifest in society, we put them in prison, call them terrorists, rapists, pedifiles, murderers, theifs and so on. 
       How neatly, we, the civilized American Society hides the truth of this pain/pleasure complex.  I could point the finger at so many of societies ills which have a direct tie back to how sex hurts your baby.  The logic that a successful preganancy is when the baby is alive at birth is such a narrow parameter for success.  I always read in the studies that the mother “went to term” so it was good. 
        Lets look at the number of times a fetus experiences sex during pregnancy.  Say the parents have sex twice a week on average throughout the 36 weeks, thats 72 times the fetus survived the sexual experience.  72 times the building project is imposed with this pain/pleasure experience, Sounds like a lot of love songs I have heard, like “Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds the heart”.  We reflect our first experiences with our parents in the love relationships we draw to ourselves as we date, fall in love, have sex, make babies, get divorced, do it again, and again and again.  Its as plain as the nose on our face and we should be screaming bloody murder at the parents, but instead, we make traditional morals of monogomous relationships where marriage has been the socially acceptable way for people to awaken the memories of the pain/pleasure experiences in the womb.  Consider the energetic messages we exchange from our navals as we explore the sexual feelings.   We go on a “honeymoon” to figure it out.  We prepare our children for the day when they can give themslves fully to another.  Problem is, the children can’t give themselves totally to another as they already gave their heart and soul to their mom and dad in the process of surviving their time “in the oven”.  The problems with inlaws and relatives whose comfort zones are at stake, is they strive to impose on their relations the same patterns that were imposed on them by their well meaning parents who simply did what was done to them. 
        I have looked deeply into my being for a format that would “let the fetus have its say” about sex during pregnancy.  The reality of the pain/pleasure complex in the hearts and minds of those with the tools, people, and money to do such a research project has succeeded so far in keeping such a research project at bay.  My suggestion would be to offer to pay for the full hysterectomy of 100 pregnanct women from all races in exchange for them being monitored during sex with and/or without their partner with uterine contractions being monitored as well as the other fetal monitoring technology being used to “let the fetus have its say”.  Swallowing patterns, heart rate, blinking, movement etc could be monitored during the sexual act as well as 60 minutes following orgasm.   Then, do the hysterectomy in less than 2 hours after coitus and take a look at the oxidative stress indicators at the uterine-placental junction and compare these oxidative stress factors with the oxidative stress factors known to occur during delivery.   This would give subjective as well as objective evidence which would either prove or disprove my theory that the long term effect of sex during pregnancy is harmful to the baby and society.  “Womb ecology determines world ecology.”  
        So, As a gift to the valentine in us all, whose heart was broken as we struggled to nurture our mom and dad in their pain/pleasure complex, What do you say, let’s “let the fetus have its say”!!!  It is my feeling that the current economic crises will be easily resolved when we restore the place of honor to the child within us all, let the river of blood flow freely and learn what it really means to be a ”small” child and enter into the Kingdom of Heaven which is within each and every one of us, Almighty I AM