Story 17: The 5:30 AM Script and Vision Board

The Secret DVD came out in 2006. Admittedly I only ordered a copy because Abraham Hicks was featured. But still, I loved all of it. I found it incredibly inspiring.

I’d have it playing in the background every morning while Layla and Billy were getting ready for school. Later on, as I dropped them at the school gate, I’d ask, “What’s the most important thing?”

OMG!! My poor children. I’m pretty sure I drove them crazy. But they poke fun at me now. If something goes awry, they will look at each other and declare, “You didn’t meditate!” Lol.

Anyway, at this point, I grabbed an old shoe box to use as a magical creation box. Another process from Esther Hicks ‘Ask And It Is Given’ book. The idea is to collect pictures and photos of the things you desire and add them to your box with the attitude that; whatever is contained within this box - it is done.

After watching The Secret DVD, I took some of my pictures from my magical creation box and created a vision board to hang on our bedroom wall.

One of the desires on my vision board was a magazine picture of a beautiful little boy aged about 12 months old.

My certainty about Jack started long before his conception. I knew he was a boy. I was so sure of it that I bypassed the neutral greens and yellows, steadily building a bundle of boy’s clothing in anticipation of his arrival. I only saw a doctor once during the entire pregnancy, purely to confirm what my intuition already knew.

With every single one of my children I was very clear about the gender I wanted. A sweet little girl first, followed by two precious little boys. And of course, healthy and happy too.

I forgot to add good-sleeper to the list first time around. But it was definitely on the list second and third time around and that intention worked like a charm as both boys were great sleepers.

During this pregnancy, immersed in the teachings of Abraham, I deeply questioned why childbirth had to be so painful. My first two births included heavy medical interventions, inductions, and epidurals, leaving me feeling completely removed from the process.

Wanting answers, I ordered an Abraham Hicks cassette tape specifically about having a pain-free birth. On it, they shared the analogy of a dog—how it yelps if you step on its tail, yet gives birth to a whole litter without a single cry of agony because it holds no resistance or negative expectation. I was absolutely fascinated.

I decided to test this theory to see if I could have a pain-free birth myself. Using the Abraham Hicks scripting process, I sat down with a piece of paper and wrote out the exact story of how I wanted my labor to begin. I wrote that I would wake up at 5:30 AM, feeling peaceful, and my waters would break naturally.

The precision of that moment sent a shiver of excitement through me. It was my first physical proof that my body and the universe were operating in perfect harmony.

Because I lacked access to a home-birth midwife twenty years ago, the hospital was my ultimate destination, but I laboured at home for as long as possible. By 8:00 PM, labor felt incredibly easy and comfortable. It was so peaceful in my home sanctuary that I actually wondered if I should be suffering a bit more.

However, around 11:00 PM, fear crept in. I noticed I had lost my mucus plug, but not knowing what it was at the time, I wasn't sure if it was normal. Out of caution and fear, we left for the hospital.

The moment that anxiety took over and I tensed up against the transition, physical pain instantly followed—especially when they wanted to examine me internally at 8 centimetres dilated. But once I was settled into the labor ward, I remembered how to allow. I pulled my energy inward, silently focusing and surrendering to the natural downward momentum.

The midwife couldn’t believe how well I was handling it. Jack was born smoothly, and just six hours later, I was walking back out the hospital doors to go home.

Modern medicine is a beautiful, life-saving blessing that many families rightly rely on, but my inner guidance ultimately called me to a path of deep, instinctual surrender.

Months later, the universe delivered one final, jaw-dropping exclamation point.

As our son reached his 1st birthday, we took some photos. Later we were shocked to discover that in one of the photos our son was the spitting image of the little boy on my vision board. Every feature, the expression, the energy—it was identical.

Talk about mind blowing. I wish that I’d kept it.

I hadn’t just scripted a birth; I had literally drawn his exact physical essence from the vortex of creation into my arms.