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Children's Memories & Experiences
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Hello - Just a quick one!
Ý One night my family and I were driving around
looking at Christmas lights. As we drove past one house, my son, who was
four at the time, got excited and said, "That one! That's the one! Do you
remember when I used to live in that house?" I said, "No honey, I don't
remember. When was that?" He replied, "When I used to be a grown-up."
Ý I tried to get more out of him but he moved
onto something else and does not remember the conversation now. It could
be a past life or just the product of his imagination. Who knows?
Ý Thank you! Have a beautiful day! - Jennifer
in Colorado
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Hello,
My name is Jenna and I believe I've had a past
life. When I was about two I was the typical toddler, always hanging around
her mother. One day I was at the kitchen table coloring while my mom was
making dinner, and I turned to her and with clear words (which I didn't
do often) and with a matter-of-fact tone I said, "Mommy, I died." My mom
was a bit shaken, and brushed it off and told me that no I didn't because
I'm right here with here. Not giving up though, in an even more serious
tone as to get her to believe me, I said, "No, I died. I died when a baby
came out of me. I was sixteen and he was twenty nine." Then after that
I think I was satisfied because I turned back around to color some more
while my mom, a bit rattled, called her friend up.
I know it wasn't something I heard or saw on
TV because I did everything my mom did. The only show she watched was Star
Trek and she couldn't recall any activity that we did that would let me
hear about a situation like that.
This never happened to me again and I never really
remember vividly anything else. When I was young though, on numerous and
independent occasions, I was told I had an "old soul." On top of that,
sometimes when I see pictures or art that have celtic influences, I always
have a sense of Deja Vu and a "connection" as silly as that sounds. (Side
note, farthest I've been is to Canada and I'm not that well-traveled) Its
not very spectacular, but I did want to share this with someone. Thanks
for listening! - Jenna
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Hello! I'm afraid my story is not as intricate
as some peoples. But... I guess I'll start at the beginning. From the day
I was born, people have called me an "old soul". So many people have said
it to me throughout my life and I used to get tired of hearing it (thoughÝI
take it as a compliment now, lol!). I learned to do things earlier than
most children, like walking, talking, etc. When I was about two or three,
I started drawing strangely accurate (though still very childish stick
people type) drawings of people I had not yet met, naming them, and talking
about the people. Then I would later meet that person I had drawn. I do
not remember doing this , but I've been told by family that it happened
several times. I would always talk about things in different times and
just generally knew too much about things I could not possibly know.
Ý Around that time I also began experiencing premonitory
dreams, orÝdreams of times long ago that were very accurate. As I got older,
this happened less often. But there have been a few that I remember in
the last several years. One I had at about 14 where I was a young boy of
about 10 or 11 living in a small home with my "Aunties" and my little sister.
I used to remember their names, but have since forgotten. In the dream,
my parents had died and my sister and I were sent to live with these two
aunts, sisters of our mother. I remember feeling very troubled. My little
sister in the dream was very ill often and I had to stay home to take care
of her, so neither of us could go to school. I cannot pinpoint the exact
era, but I know it was not modern. In the dream, just before I woke up,
I (or the little boy really) found out this Auntie was making the little
girl sick by giving her this black powder that was a laxative (strange,
I know lol!) and made her ill. I remember taking the little girl and trying
to escape out of a window, but getting caught and dragged back in screaming,
and the Aunties boarding up the doors of a room and keeping us inside.
Ý When I woke up, I was shaking and very agitated,
and it took a while for me to shake the dream. It was just extremely weird.
Later, I looked up what that black powder might be and it turns out it
wasÝaÝmedicineÝthat they used to use a long time ago. There was a picture
of the bottle and it looked exactly like the one in my dream.
Ý I don't know if this could be an overly active
imagination, or a past life... but I thought I'd share it anyway!ÝAnd my
other one is much shorter. The other night I had a strange dream where
I was travelling through a cave-like place with my "family", none of whom
were people I know actually... My mother, sister and I were wearing veils
over our heads, and my father and brother had little round hats. My father
carried a lit torch like thing. I'm not sure if that might give a clue
to the origins of where we "were". But at the end of the dream, or at least
before I awakened, I heard a choir singing. It began with all female voices
singing in one language (I'm not sure if it was english, but I understood
it in the dream though I cant remember any of it now) and then partway
through it broke into harmony with men singing in Latin and the words were
something like:
"Lord protect him, lord protect him,
the darkness is close..."
And then I woke up. I don't actually speak Latin, but in the dream I
knew it meant that. And I looked up Latin phrases and strangely, some of
the words matched the ones in the dream. I'm not really sure what any of
this means, but I've always felt like I've been here before. Hmm. Well,
that's all for the moment. Thanks!
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Hi! I'm not sure if this is a past life memory
or not. I remember being on a train with my mother. She was telling me
to lie down on the seat so I wouldn't be able to see out the windows. I
remember that there was a really bad storm. I could see the lightning and
hear the thunder. I could hear the train moving through lots of water (
the tracks were flooded ) and I just knew that we were going to drown.
The next thing I remember is ( this life ) my
mother laid my twin sister and I down on a double-size bed and she is looking
for our bottles. I don't know how I know, but we were only about a month
old ( we couldn't even roll over yet ) and I could understand everything
that my mother and aunt were saying to each other! I'm very interested
in knowing other people's techniques for remembering past lives. I've been
trying to meditate but the whole walking down a staircase thing is just
not working for me! I should say that my train memory has just always been
there as far back as I remember. Any tips would be appreciated! Thanks
for letting me share. - Nancy
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My 12 year oldÝdaughter has dreams of dying as
other people in the past.Ý I had her write her most recent down because
I knew she'd soon forget.Ý I was amazed at what she wrote:Ý I am Maureen.Ý
I was relaxing in the bedroom after receiving the bad news.Ý It had only
been two years after my husband had died, then I get a phone call from
the morgue.Ý I answered the phone and was told "your son was stabbed multiple
times in the abdomen and throat area".Ý I gasped at the news.Ý I sat down
going through memories.Ý I found an old record labeled "John and Deb's
favorite song".Ý I quickly threw it away.Ý The next night the radio jerked
on, playing the song.Ý How I knew?Ý The record was in the player.Ý My heart
was beating so fast I couldn't hear myself think.Ý I thought I threw it
away!Ý I stopped the machine.Ý This happened repeatedly until I got so
scared that I threw the player away.Ý I died of depression and phobia three
months later.
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Dear Eilleen: I had to ask you this because if
it's true then it may be of use to you. I am a recent convert to Wicca
but it made me think about something. When i was about 5 i had a recuring
nightmare. I was a slave on the middle deck of a trireme, chained to my
partners, the ship caught fire, all concerned including myself burned to
death. Do you think this could be a past life? At 6 i knew nothing about
this period of history ect but i sought of knew regardless. - All
the best, Misha.
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My son is now 27 and does not remember this.Ý
When he wasÝsix years old, we were in a restaurant having dinner.Ý My husband,
other son, and a friend of my son I am referring to wereÝeating and all
of a sudden my six year old looked across the table at me andÝsaid," I
really do not know why people are afraid to die, all you do is come back
as a baby anyway."Ý That was it.ÝÝNothing else was said after that.Ý I
got the feeling he knew more than IÝdid.
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ÝÝ Hello my name is Jean Patrick Cesar and I am 13 years old and
since I was very little I've been able to speak French and even sing songs
like Allouette. The thing is no one in my family speaks French. My mom
talked to me about past lives and I really belive in them. I am sort of
attracted to the 1800's and I know things from history thatÝI haven't even
learned at school.ÝNow here's the thing I remember I was laying in a bed
with my wife and other people. On a recent school project of Napoleon Bonaparte
I really been called to him.ÝI even dream of my self wearing clothes like
those in that era.Ý That name sounds extremely familiar andÝI don't wan't
people to think that I am a madman or anything of that kind but I really
feel like that might have been one of my past lives. P.S. I also have the
habbit of hiding my hand in my coats
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My son also had a very strange experience when
he was a child that has always fascinated me. He cannot recall it
now at all, but I remember it vividly. He was about five at the time
and we'd just moved to a new house. It was situated in a seaside
village and not far away was some sort of range where the army practised
setting-off bombs. One day, my son was playing quite happily when one of
these bombs went off. He stopped what he was doing, froze to the
spot and literally went white. Speaking in a very croaky, laboured
voice, he asked me "What was that?" I told him it was a bomb and
his reaction startled me.
He shouted "Bomb?! Bomb?!" and ran to the
corner of the room. He stood up against the wall (facing the wall)
and put his hands over his head. He was visibly shaking. After
a few minutes the bombs stopped and he 'snapped back to reality'.
He had no recollection whatsoever of what had occurred and simply carried
on with what he had been doing before.
Although this could have been a memory of being
involved in the Blitz or some other bombing campaign, I had a strong feeling
that he had been an aircraft pilot in the war and had been gunned down
by enemy forces. I have never lost that feeling.
The only other time anything like this has happened
is when my eldest daughter (not the one referred to in the story above)
was about 3. She had a lot of strange experiences then, she would
often see spirits and 'sense' things. One day she came up to me and
said "My other mummy didn't wear clothes like you wear". Although
she didn't tell me anything else, I received a sudden and very vivid impression
then of a woman in Victorian dress with her hair in some sort of bun at
the back of her head. My daughter also seemed to 'snap out of it' after
saying this and couldn't recall saying it, nor has she ever been able to
remember the episode.
Thank you for listening and sorry for taking
so long! - Julie E. Lewis
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My grandfather had an old
silver dollar from 19 oh' something. I used to love to play with
it when I was a child. I don't remember this, but my mother told
me that when I was only a year or two old, I saw it and commented that
those were the kind we used to have when I was old. --Chris.
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I never believed in past lives until my son Ryan
came into my life and totally confused me. This is a small account
of why.
When my son Ryan was born in January of 1993,
he was remarkably alert and looked around the room with such curiosity.
He was a very patient baby, and did not require much attention. He
was happy and content. He learned to talk at around 2 years old,
and that is when I noticed something different about him. Sometimes
for no reason he would say that he used to do things before he was born.
For example, any time he would play with his toys, he would always find
one that he could put into his mouth and mimic smoking a cigar. He
would crinkle up his face, and say ìahh, I love a good cigarî. He
would say this in a very adult way. We have never been around cigar
smokers. When asked about this, he would say that he did this before he
was born. One night when he was 2, I woke up to find him standing
by my bed staring at me. I sat up to speak to him, and he acted like
he didnít know me at all. He ran from me and hid under the
dining room table calling for his mommy. He kept telling me to stay
away, and it took me a long time to get him to recognize me.
This same type of behavior happened a few more
times on different occasions. He would get under the table and hold
on to the chair legs, and just stare at us like we were going to hurt him.
In the morning everything would be fine. Ryan would speak to us in
a very grown up manner even at 2. One day he told me that God let
him choose me out of all the other moms. He told me that after he
died, God let him ìwork for him for a whileî when he was in heaven.
He said he kept track of the angels. I really believe him.
One day when Ryan was 3 years old, we went to Sunday Mass. During
our Catholic Mass, just before communion, the people say ìLord I am not
worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healedî.
Ryan immediately stood up, faced the congregation, and said, ìYou are all
healedî. This brought about much laughter, but I was in shock. My
quiet little three year old would never have done this.
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From when my son could first talk, he would talk
of his round house. He would talk of being in a room with a big chandelier.
There was a fire, the chandelier fell down and he ran out of the house.
the next thing he remembers is being in a hole. Could this have been his
grave? When i asked if he remembered anything more of his house, he told
me he could see the Kangaroo's in the park from the window. At the time,
being of such a young age, he would sometimes call squirrels Kangaroo's.
He continued to relay this event without any change, until he started school.
After starting school his talks about his past life have been less frequent.
My son is now 11 and still remembers but only talks of it if prompted.
I would love to find the round house or some reference to it. There can't
be that many round houses out there. - Vicky, UK.
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My story goes back to 1979. My wife and I and
our baby son were on a caravan holiday with my brother and sister in law
and their four year old daughter. Every morning I would volunteer to drive
a mile or so down to the local village to get the milk, bread, papers etc.
My brother and sister in law's daughter always insisted on coming
with me to buy her sweets etc. Like all most little girls, she was
very talkitive and intelligent for her age, and her speech skills
were way beyond her years.
One morning on the way to the village she was
nattering away, and as usual I wasn't paying too much attention. Then she
suddenly started talking about her life in London many years ago and talking
about her children which was strange as she had been brought up in the
north of England and had never been to London. At this point I started
to listen out of curiosity more than anything else. I thought perhaps she
was talking about someone else or a story she had read, but she continued
to refer to these events as if they had occurred in her life. She then
said something like 'Then my two children moved to Canada. Eventually I
went to live with them, but then I became very ill. Then I died. But that
was a long long time ago.'
She is now grown up, married, and living near
London and I have never subsequently discussed this with her. From my own
perspective, I am a sitter on the fence as far as spritual, religious and
reincarnation matters are concerned. But that conversation which took place
with my young niece all those years ago had a profound effect on my thoughts
on the nature and purpose of our existence, and it is something that I
will never forget. Best Regards, Thomas
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CHOOSING PARENTS
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My name is Annalisa, i'm nearly 19. My parents told me that
when i was a toddler, without the knowledge of church or anything of that
sort in my life. i was never baptized, so i didn't even have that
type of connection with God. Well as a toddler i told my mother and
father that "i saw you from the clouds, and i picked you for my parents."
naturally this shocked two people who didn't expect to hear something like
that from their little girl. I have always felt that i have an "old soul"
with all of the knowledge i seem to have without the help of books or television.
i wish i could remember what had happened in my past. but some things
are hidden for a reason.
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Although this is not a past life, it is a dream
I had recurrently in my youth. I am 18 years old now, and am very much
interested in exploring the possibilites of past lives, however am at a
loss as to where to begin this search, any help you could offer me would
be greatly appreciated. Anyways, on to the dream: I am lying on a cloud,
a small child, probably of about 2 or three years of age, surrounded by
several others. There is a warm glow of light, and a feeling of anticipation.
As I am gazing down from this cloud I am looking at a street in Scotland.
On this street is walking a beautiful woman with long strawberry blonde
hair, she is walking hand in hand with a tall lean man of jet black hair.
I can remember pointing, or reaching out towards this couple, and proclaiming
them to be the ones. I awake from my dream feeling content. My mother and
father meet the memory of this couple to a tee. Several years after the
first occorance of this dream I found out that before my parents were ever
married they had taken a trip to Scotland together. Upon seeing photo's
of their trip I have become convinced this is the memory of me choosing
my next life.
Children's Memories
& Experiences - Part II
