Thank God mandatory paternity testing is starting up.
I was reading yesterday that, upwards of 40% of DNA tested children will prove to not be related to the father.
Oh my, the story about the child not being from either parent. To think that adultery was a possibility must’ve made that marriage shaky and then to later find out neither was a parent, what mixed emotions! A cautionary tale on not jumping to conclusions. Maybe they should do DNA testing of the parents and baby before leaving the hospital. Would be a lot quicker to resolve without people moving away and such.
My brother was a dead ringer for my uncle.
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I know of a state political figure who impregnated the wife of a colleague in the legislature. As the years went on, the resemblance became so obvious that the mother and putative father had to inform her teen son who his true father was and keep him away from political occasions. And yes, the people involved were all liberal Democrats.
A few years ago I did the ancestry.com test and found out one of my father’s affairs produced twin girls. When my half brother took his test it turns out he was actually my full brother. Seems my mother cheated on her boyfriend and slept with my father, who was also her husband at the time. DNA testing can reveal all kinds of things!
This is far more common than most are aware.
It pops up frequently in the work that I do. I remember one time working with a teenage girl who was suicidal. Her mother was right there observing at the time.
They both freaked out when I said, “It’s like you had two father’s at the same time.”
The impact of this type situation upon the child is severe. The child in the mother’s womb knows that it is unwanted. It causes an underlying personality attribute of never feeling good enough, no matter how successful they are in life.
The child in the womb knows if the mother hated the father. I’ve found this to be the case in over 90% of the cases where I worked with lesbians.
I was doing a demonstration at a conference for a group and a woman volunteered for a demonstration. Ever since I died and crossed over to Heaven and returned to this body, consciousness is physical to my perception. I read the stored memories in people’s souls to help them heal. It’s like instant depth psychology without the person saying one word. It’s hard science.
The woman in the demonstration could not stand up when I touched the memories in her soul about 15 feet from her body. I commented that I had never seen so much anger of the mother toward the birth father. It was extreme.
Then I moved in closer and noticed that after birth she was rejected by her mother.
The woman insisted on telling the group her story, so I said ok. I usually don’t do this due to confidentiality. She said, “My mother was violently raped and we never knew who my father was, thus the extreme anger.”
She then added, “My mother put me up for adoption after I was born, thus my mother rejecting me.”
People have no idea that a child in the womb experiences the mother’s experiences and feelings as thrir own and they are imprinted upon the child’s soul, influencing their personality development.
We usually remove the negative emotion from the person’s soul and their life changes immediately.
The other very frequent situation I encounter is an out of wedlock pregnancy where the couple rushes to marriage due to the pregnancy. I often ask people, “How many months after your parent’s marriage were you born?” The answer was evident without the person saying one word.
People have no idea the impact their actions have upon the child’s life.
I explained ABO typing.
He looked skeptical.
"You don't believe this?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "If that's all true, how come my father is type O and I'm type AB?"
This is why certain religions are passed down through the mother. You never know who the father is, no matter how “committed” the female is to the man.
My mother always swore my son was not mine. It became the family joke.
Mommy’s baby, Daddy’s maybe.