Many bird clans, like chicken and duck, are born out of egg-shells; while mammals, like human and horse, are born out of placentas. In that sense, birds’ egg-shells are crispy placentas, while mammals’ placentas are meaty shells.
As you know, chicks or newborn baby birds would use their bills to cash them out of their own egg-shell-houses, while for us human fetus, someone has to cut umbilical cord in order to separate our body from our organic meaty shell called placenta.
In that sense, a bird’s egg is already ready in the process of being conceived or hatched, with no other ritual preparation needed; while a human egg must open a part-hole around its watery skin for the head of a sperm to head in, merge and become one with egg as scientists called zygote. After the sperm materializes as the skull and spine, while egg the rest of body.
Before a bird goes through its hatchling, nestling, and fledgling process as real chick or infant bird, its bill that has grown along its body inside the shell becomes matured and stronger enough to serve as the tip of a knife or the head of a nail to piece a hole through its shell-like-wall so as to declare its self independent birthing process. We call this bill-pocked-shell in us a placenta: either the meaty house inside our mom’s belly during our gestation period, or 紫河车 zi he che or purple river wagon as Chinese names it.
Contrary to chick’s bill power, we are helpless in our birthing process. We can’t do what a chick would! Our mouth doesn’t have a sharp bill, only two pieces of jawbone to grow 32 teeth years after birth. Somebody outside our womb has to cut the umbilical off. This is the final step of our uselessness as an organism among homo sapiens.
Afterward, we cannot fly physically, anyway, anyhow, anywhere!
To know the truth, upon age of 43, through a lucid dream, I was able to know why and how I was conceived into this body, through this parental union, for this bloodline and its last name, upon this very divine and unchangeable conception. It was through this lucid dreaming state of retrospection, recall or revisit that made me know that:
The shell of a bird’s egg-shell-wall resembles initially in human that parental love-making posture. When this posture dried up and faded away, there is that invisible egg-shell-wall wrapping inside our unconscious realm, causing us to search for a mate who is free from this egg-shelled wall, so we can achieve freedom. Further, this momentarily finalized posture defines overall: our physical posture, how we engage union with the loved one down the road, and personality outlook.
Through this lucid dream, what happened to my conception became as clear as an open book, a specific scene of a movie production. I saw everything to which how I was conceived, or in another word, how my body was factorized; meaning, how my father’s sperm and his physical pose merged and united as one with my mother’s pose and one of her eggs on the Right Fallopian Tube.
It was upon this moment, I am free physically and sexually from my own very egg shelled and fossilized wall. In this moment of awakened understanding, I was able to let-go of this my conception posture, and in turn, I am physically free as a male gender, and sexually free from the byproduct of my parental union. Upon this freedom, I realized that this my parental egg-hatching process equals to nothing, but a hidden eggshell.
Before, this byproduct has been for many years my longing for the divine femininity, and how I would equally and eagerly be ready to free myself from physical and emotional and psychological urge and need for the opposite physical gender.
Have you recalled your conception party, conception process and conceived eggshell?
Have you seen the very nature your energetic and organic eggshell?
Are you able to poke like a chick’s bill your own restrained and egg-shelled womb upon your birthing moment?
Are you ready to be totally free, as a chick eagle ready to fly???!!!