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How Crystal and Evan Named Themselves

What do we want most for our children, ourselves, and the world? – Conscious Creators

Why do we come into life? Do we come in for a reason? Are we simply here to live and learn? Are we here to explore the nature of Being and Creation? Or, are we here to fulfill promises made before we appear in human form? Can it be all these things and more?

What/who are we? What’s reality? What’s the purpose of life? These questions have always fascinated me. When religion and science failed to provide me with satisfying answers, I broadened my search to include information from all sources, inner ones as well as outer ones. This new openness not only led to new and strange experiences, it led me back to earlier, unusual experiences that had remained unexamined due to their assumed lesser value in the general busyness of life.

In late June or early July 1969, my wife, Sandra, was almost eight months pregnant with our first child. The afternoon was warm and humid as we lay on our bed looking through three small booklets of children’s names. We had no idea what sex our baby was; so, like most parents, we had to find names we liked for both a boy and a girl. After reading through each booklet at least three times, I rested my right arm on my forehead to quietly sift through the names still in my mind. Suddenly, another voice spoke in my mind. It said, “Your daughter wants to be called Crystal.”

Remembering how much I always liked that name.  I found it listed in two of the booklets. Seeing the name now, I remembered what happened when I saw it earlier. It brought back the memory of the only two girls I had ever known with the name, Crystal. I didn’t like either one of them so how could I call my daughter, Crystal without associating their behavior to her? For that reason, I continued looking for another name.

Speaking once again, the voice in my mind said: “I understand how you feel but this is your daughter and this is what she wants to be called.” Reconsidering the name, Crystal, I thought: I’ve always loved the name, Crystal, and I guess it doesn’t really matter that I didn’t like the only two girls I knew who had that name. Overcoming my concern, I began to get excited about having a daughter named Crystal.

As I played with this idea in my imagination, the image of colorful crystals appeared in my mind followed by a crystal goblet. I thought about how beautiful it was and what a nice sound crystal wine glasses make when you run a wet finger around the rim. On the negative side, I thought about how delicate crystal glasses can be. A crystal glass shatters easily when dropped on a hard surface. Before I could go any further with this idea, the other voice in my mind added, “Your daughter wants a name that means something to her, and that name is Crystal.”

Okay, okay, I do love the name so we’ll forget the negatives and call her Crystal! I rolled over to tell Sandra what had happened. She liked the name Crystal too, but added, “If we’re going to call her Crystal, I want her middle name to be Ellen.” I liked the name, Ellen, too, because I knew a woman in the Air Force whose middle name was Ellen, as in Mary Ellen, so it was a done deal. We didn’t concern ourselves with the sex of our babies before they were born because amniocentesis was in common use then, which required the insertion of a long needle into the mother’s uterus, next to the baby, to determine the sex. The thought of this idea gave us both chills.

Crystal Ellen Peterson was born August 26, 1969, at 8 PM by emergency Cesarean Section. Her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck and she had difficulty breathing. Her official time of birth was three years to the hour after Sandra and I were married, August 26, 1966.

Sixteen months later, in late November or early December 1970, Sandra and I were once again lying on our bed looking through names in those same three little booklets. She was seven or eight months pregnant again with our second child. Just as in Crystal’s case, we had no interest in knowing what sex our newest baby was if it meant inserting a long needle into her uterus (amniocentesis). Again, none of the names in the baby name booklets excited me. Again, I set the booklets aside and rested my arm on my forehead to sift through possible baby names.

As before, another voice started talking to me in my mind. It said, “Unlike your daughter, your son needs a name with no symbolic significance.” Alarm bells went off immediately after hearing this! Was my son supposed to spend time being lost in life? Why? The implication was frightening.

While pondering this idea, our experience with Crystal before she was born, came back to mind and I began to look around the room for the source of the voice in my head. A spot about three feet in the air above Sandra’s head attracted my attention. When I looked at it directly, I couldn’t see anything but when I shifted my gaze just off to the side, I could. It was a soft, golden globe of light about a foot and a half in diameter.

After telling Sandra about my conversation with the voice in my mind, she suggested the name “Evan”, which she remembered seeing in one of the booklets. It immediately made me think about the only “Evan” I knew. He was an optometrist at March Air Force Base near Riverside, California. Both of us were stationed there between 1963 and 1964. Evan was a really nice guy so I was happy to offer this name to my inner friend. His response was a dry, “That’s fine.”, and that was that! When I told Sandra he liked it, she said she wanted our son’s middle name to be Anthony because that was my middle name. On December 28, 1970, Evan Anthony Peterson was born.

These were strange experiences, no doubt. Yet, at the time, we didn’t think to examine them closer because we were busy living our lives. In retrospect, I think our lack of curiosity is even stranger than the experiences themselves. Our lack of questioning testifies to the hypnotic power of “official” belief systems and “waking” reality. How often do we have strange experiences like these and sweep them under the rug out of fear of ridicule? How many soon-to-be parents get help naming their babies? I suspect it happens often and in many different ways. Again, what/who are we and what is reality? I think there’s more to who we are and what reality is than we care to admit. What do you think?

A final note. Even though it was almost directly over her head, Sandra couldn’t see the golden globe of energy communicating with me. In her own words: “At that time, I just wasn’t ready to go there.” Also, note that neither Sandra or I questioned the word of the voice inside my mind when it told us the sex of our children before they were born. It was all so real and mysterious, we just accepted it as truth. We figured we’d find out eventually, anyway.

If you’ve had similar experiences, please share them. Use the Contact Form on the Main Menu at the top of this page. Who knows, maybe some publishing company will want to collect our stories and publish them in a book.

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“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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