Past Life Memory Bank
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Children's Memories &
Experiences
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Hi, Eileen. when i was a very little girl living in
Seattle, i started talking to my mom and dad, i said "three years ago i
was a construction worker, i had a mostly shaved head and i built a
house. it was plum with lavender trim, two windows in the front." i
don't remember the address now but i did then, exactly. my mom and dad
drove there and there was the house. EXACTLY like i said it was. i
think i was two or three. this may not be precisely what i said, but
its what i can remember 10 or 12 years later.
- Silver Phoenix Scorpio
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Childhood Nightmare or Past Life Memory?
Bringing a baby into your family is a joyful
experience, filled with hope and promise for a bright and happy future.
That first year is filled with learning about all your child’s
developmental milestones, and having those twinges of concern when your
child doesn’t reach all of them according to the time frames
established in the books and websites you spend hours poring over. Yet
while the child development resources teach us about what to look for
in our children’s physical, emotional, and mental growth, as well as
the red flags indicating when there may be cause for concern, there is
one area I have never seen addressed in the countless resources I’ve
studied, and that is how to determine if your child might be
experiencing a Past Life Memory.
Of the endless things we worry about encountering
when we have a new baby, this is surely an issue that wouldn’t even
cross our minds unless we had experienced it before. Autism, Down’s
Syndrome, Deafness? All common concerns among new parents. But a Past
Life Memory? It never occurred to me. That is, until my son turned two
and started having nightmares and talking about the life of a man who
died in a burning plane.
My book, Soul Survivor – The Reincarnation of a
World War II fighter pilot, chronicles the events my family experienced
when my then two-year old son James began experiencing a past life
memory. I remember the frustration I felt at the time as I tried to
research what it was my son was experiencing, and how to help him. Most
of the books I read about reincarnation were dry and clinical, and
offered me little assistance in dealing with my son. Fortunately, I was
given Carol Bowman’s wonderful book Children’s Past Lives, and I
finally received the guidance I’d been searching for.
Having lived through this experience and hearing
from countless parents whose children have similar stories, I believe
that Past Life Memory in children is a fairly common occurrence. Many
parents, unaware of the issue of Past Life Memory, may attribute their
child’s fears or comments to ordinary factors or an over-active
imagination. While in many instances that may be true, knowing what
signs and behaviors to look for is crucial in evaluating your own
child’s situation and helping them deal with this little-known
phenomenon.
If you’re reading this, chances are you suspect your
child may be experiencing a Past Life Memory and are looking for
guidance. I’ve compiled the following list of behaviors that may
indicate this is what you’re dealing with. Please read it carefully and
check which items apply to your situation:
1. Vivid, recurring dreams or nightmares.
2. Unexplained fears or phobias.
3. Unusual talents or giftedness.
4. Knowledge of items, machinery, or processes from
another era that they would have no way of knowing.
5. Talking openly about life in a different time.
6. Speaking in a foreign language or with a foreign
accent they have not been exposed to.
7. Looking for an item or person they are convinced
they had or knew, but you know that item or person never existed.
8. Repeatedly drawing a recurring scene, event,
people, or items that are not a part of their daily life and which they
could not be aware of.
9. Spontaneously reading or writing.
10. Suddenly speaking with much more clarity and a
broader vocabulary than used on a daily basis.
If your child has experienced any of these
behaviors, you may be dealing with a Past Life Memory. If so, I would
advise you to take the matter seriously, and start keeping a detailed
journal of events and statements as they occur. More than likely your
child will make these statements randomly using a matter-of-fact tone,
and more often than not, there will be something that triggers the
statement. Your child may or may not be open to discussing the comment
once it’s made, but remaining calm and keeping the tone conversational
will go a long way towards getting your child engaged in conversation
with you.
When you ask questions, ask only open-ended
questions that don’t provide any information. For example, your
daughter is watching you peel potatoes, and suddenly says “Mommy, when
I lived before, I was a boy and we used to grow potatoes on a farm.”
Say “That’s interesting! Where was your potato farm?” rather than “Was
your potato farm in Idaho or in Ireland?” That way you can be certain
your child is coming up with the details themselves, and isn’t just
repeating what you said.
Unfortunately, very little is known about the
phenomenon of past life memory in children, but if parents keep an open
mind, listen to their children, and start chronicling these events as
they occur, we may soon have a much broader understanding about the
eternal journey of the human spirit. - ©2009 Andrea Leininger,
coauthor of Soul Survivor: The Reincarnation of a World War II Fighter
Pilot
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i have written before about a past life i believe i
had, but this is more about my son. he is 3 years old and recently,(a
couple of weeks ago), he turned around to me while we were walking to
school and very matter of factly told me that he had died. I said don't
be silly, you haven't died you are here with mummy.... he insisted, no
mummy i died, i fell over and went to hospital and i died! i was very
old and now im little again! i didn't really know what to make of this,
but as i do believe in reincarnation and have shared before i thought
you might like to hear about it, God bless, from Tracey x
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I had vivid memories as a child no more then 7 years
old. I had visions of living in a pink house with white
fence. I had a bicycle that was red with tri-colored tassels on
the handlebars. I asked my mom questions about this house, and if we
ever lived in a house like the one I saw in my visions. And she
said no, over and over.
I often wondered why I would think of these
over and over and ask the same question. She would insist that we
never did. I recall English accents and am assuming it was in Great
Britain or Wales. I remember riding my red bicycle on the road
near our pink house. I don't recall what happened after the age of
7.
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Hi Eileen, it's been awhile but I thought I would
send you an account of my son's memory of the day he was born - this is
slightly graphic but necessary to the story i want to tell
I had always asked him if he remembered anything
from his last life, and he never had much to say. It was almost as if
he just couldn't really put it into words, until he was about ten. I
always like to think that my son was the reincarnation of my
grandfather, who died at 93 when I was pregnant, in my first trimester.
I always admired him very much and he gave me more affection and
attention in spite of his own busy life than my father did, especially
when i was 11 and 12. I was living with him when my grandmother died,
when I was 13.
My son remembers flying happily in the sky on the
day he was born, up in the clouds and being perfectly free and happy.
Then suddenly he was pulled violently out of his reverie and into the
delivery room. He was born with his eyes open, taking in everything
calmly. That would be just like my Grampie. The same kind of fearless
blue eyes. But my son remembers being annoyed, at being pulled out of
his wonderful flying-floating adventure. He had fought his way into
life after a long, hard labor (my cervix was swollen), in the end the
delivery itself only took 5 minutes or so, partly because he was still
pushing so hard (by this time I was so exhausted, the nurse had to do
most of my pushing for me by pressing down on my belly during
contractions), even after 24 hours - so he wasn't a sleepy cesarean
baby (as I myself had been).
He had good color and when he cried it was really
loud. Now that I think of it, maybe a little angry. I said he sounded
like a little rock star. I was so happy I was over the moon. It was the
first time I ever experienced actual pride in my life. And as I had
felt about my grandfather I have always been a bit in awe of my son,
hope it didn't go to his head too much:) Thanks and all the best! -
Fiona
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When I was about 4
I was convinced I used to be a boy. I would remember the things I used
to wear, especially a baseball hat that was old and had red in it. I
knew that right now I was a girl and liked girly things, but at one
point, about 5 years prior, I was a boy... and it was okay.
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My 4 year old daughter was
playing with some Duplo trains and people and out of the blue shoves
the people into the carriages and announced 'they are going to be
dead'... could this be a past life of the Jews in the 2nd world war...
When i gave birth to my second daughter i knew and said, 'she has been
here before.' she had such knowing in her eyes, like she knew so much
more than i ever could... these are just short things but mean a lot to
me.. - thank for reading, Lucy McGeachy
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Hello - Just a quick one! 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."
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?
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.
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.
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
was a 'medicine'that 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.
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 old daughter has dreams of dying as
other people in the past. I had her write her most recent down because
I knew she'd soon forget. I was amazed at what she wrote: I am Maureen.
I was relaxing in the bedroom after receiving the bad news. It had only
been two years after my husband had died, then I get a phone call from
the morgue. I answered the phone and was told "your son was stabbed
multiple
times in the abdomen and throat area". I gasped at the news. I sat down
going through memories. I found an old record labeled "John and Deb's
favorite song". I quickly threw it away. The next night the radio
jerked
on, playing the song. How I knew? The record was in the player. My
heart
was beating so fast I couldn't hear myself think. I thought I threw it
away! I stopped the machine. This happened repeatedly until I got so
scared that I threw the player away. 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.
When he was six years old, we were in a restaurant having dinner. My
husband,
other son, and a friend of my son I am referring to werem eating and
all
of a sudden my six year old looked across the table at me and said," I
really do not know why people are afraid to die, all you do is come
back
as a baby anyway." That was it. Nothing else was said after that. I
got the feeling he knew more than I did.
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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 that I haven't
even
learned at school. Now 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. I even dream of my self wearing clothes
like
those in that era. That name sounds extremely familiar and I 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
