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Children's Memories & Experiences - II

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    I am responding to your website on past lives with a story of my own. My best friend believes in reincarnation. Her and her husband both believe they have been married many times before in other lives. She has always said that my daughter is an old soul. Her daughter and my daughter are three weeks apart and there is a definate distinction in personality level. She is a new soul. Anyway, my
daughter has told me many times about a brother and sister in India and their mommy is screaming and crying because there is a huge fire and a building that is engulfed in flames. She says she cries and screams and is on her knees watching it.  At first I wrote it off as that she had seen something on tv although, I wasn't sure when or how. About five months ago, we were in a store and there was a globe and she screamed at me to come see. I went over and she pointed out India on the map and told me that it was where those children got killed in the fire.  I have never showed her where India is on a globe and she is not in school yet. She stays home with me all day.  I told my friend that and she suspects that it is a past life memory.
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    Hi - this is not really my past life memory, but one of my daughter's memories.  Ever since she could talk, she would tell us about the time when she was "up in heaven with daddy".  I was not a part of these memories, but she distinctly remembers living in a different place with her father.  At first, I thought her experiences were just dreams she was verbalizing, but the stories have remained constant.  She is now nine  years old and continues to have the same memories.  Michele Field
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    hello. when i was a child i can remember having very vivid memories of a past life. as an adult i decided to do some research into it and found that i would have to be possible to have been alive for 6 months after being born into this life. is that possible?? thank you for your time, tara doyle
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    I do recall waking up in my crib and could not understand why I could not get up.  Every time I wanted to speak out and call my wife, an awful sound would come out (a baby crying) and it took me a while to realize that it was me. When my mother stood by the crib, I could not recognize her and made a logical deduction of who she was in the present life. At that point I remembered my name and how
I had passed on.  For me, the tunnel experience was in being reborn.  I have kept my memories up to this day and upon meeting my wife knew who she was in my past life.  Later on, I met my daughter in this past life. What is actually very odd, is that both persons went on to have a "vivid dream" which when they related the story was exactly who I was and how I had passed on.  Upon having this
same dream, two persons who had never met, where certain of the roles they played in my past life. Daniel W
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    Hi, I never really gave much thought to past lives as I was raised in a christian home that wanted nothing to do with such things. But when I was 12 years old I was taken to England for the first time. We came to an old castle and decided to take a tour. Upon just seeing the place from far away I felt this urge of excitment and nervousness come over me. When we got to the castle the tour guide was not a very friendly or energetic person but i just ran around from room to room with the group shouting out before the tour guide would say anything.. what building we were in... what it was used for and small signifigant things about the the place. This was so strange for me as I was such a shy child and never stepped "out of line" the tour guide did however pay attention to me and confirm what i was saying was correct.We took stairs down into a more undergroud room that was under the actual building that the king and queen lived in. As soon as i got down there a strong wind like feeling came over me and I started shaking. I stopped talking except I asked one thing... looking up to a hook in the tall ceiling i asked "where did they take the cage" the tour guide simply said she didnt know what I was talking about but all of the things (from this torture chamber) had been taken to some museum to preserve them better.
    I had to leave the room at that time feeling this incredible PAIN in my stomach that left me nearly paralyzed for a moment. Anyways... about 3 years later when all was forgotten I was at a friend's house and we were watching a show called "Haunted Europe". The show was going to commercial when the narrator said "when we get back...torture chamers and the sould left behind.." then a whole bunch of pictures flashed and one was of this giant iron bird cage type thing and i actually fell to the floor grasping my stomach and rolling back in forth in fetal postition. I do NOT know what came over me but I have never felt such an incredible over powering feeling before. My friends were terrified by how I was acting... and I can tell you now, i was not acting, I had no control over what I was doing. I had to turn the tv off and call my mom to come pick me up. I believe this has somthing to do with a past life of
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    I, in later years did research on torture chambers and found this "bird cage" and read about it and found that prisoners were put in it and hung up high, given water to keep them alive but starved to death. I have gotten more comfortable with the whole thing but I am still shaking as I type this so many years later. That is what has moved me to belive in past lives.
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    When I was young, I used to remember this particular house. I remember walking inside, with my parents that I have now and I think 2 of my brothers. The house was one of those newer one story homes like back in the 70's. Nothing special about it. It was empty inside, and we walked around as if we were looking to buy the house. I don't remember much except for the front door, living room, kitchen a bar seperating the living room and kitchen, the bathroom, and tan carpet through the entire house, except the kitchen. I asked both my parents about it, and neither one of them can recall this memory. I even remember the town, and they said they have never looked at a place in that town. and the only place they ever thought of buying was the home that I grew up in. I don't know if this means I remembered something from a past life or I had a very vivid imagination, but, I still every now and then, picture everything exactly as I told it. The memory pops up out of the blue.
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    When I was about two, I suffered a severe arm fracture which caused me to leave my body for a period time because of the intense pain.  I don't remember the event that caused me to leave my body but I do recall existing as a small point of light for a brief period of time and being accompanied by a larger point of light which I perceived to be a spirit guide or angel. One thing that I do remember is feeling intense pain followed by a sharp ringing in my ears and then everything was a jumble but I do remember running water like a flowing stream and an intense green  pastoral setting.  The only recollection of the angel was that the angel had a really good sense of humor and before I went back, I wanted to stay with him but he told me something along the lines that I had to fulfill my destiny by going back to my body.  I remember when I went back to my body, it was at my grandmother's house in Pa, but when I left, I was in England.  I remember actually going back into my body through the left temple.  Before I left my body in 1962, I was two years old, I had two brothers,  when I came back, I had 4.  I remember reintroducing myself to my two older brothers but they acted as if I was always there. One other interesting sidenote, my parents always talk about what a "hellraiser"I was when I had my cast for my broken arm as I would use it to hit my older brothers with it.  The thing is that I have no memory of having done that nor any recollection of having a broken arm and have wondered from time to time if another soul may have  been temporarily inhabiting my body while I was wherever I was.
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    When I was born, I had a twin sister. Soon after birth my sister (anita) died of lack of oxygen. Every since I was 8 years old. My sister has always been at my side. When i am sad she makes a crying sound. All my friends and family can hear it. Well one day I was outside planting a garden (as I am only 14 now). When I looked up I could see my sister with another lady. Well after that i started looking up our
family tree. When somewhere around 1946 A child was adopted into our family. She looked like me in every way. Therfore after I have had dreams about that same lady. I somehow feel that that was me in another life. This is a true story. - Jessica
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My mother once told me that i said to her, when i was 3, " Remember  when i was you and you were me. Her best friend Jewty said that i had a old sprit.  i have also said that i want to go home when i was home.
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I am a 25 yr. old woman.  I have a four yr. old son named Vincent.  Since I was about 12 I have these memories of being a little girl.  Thin pale blonde in a white dress, waiting at my front doors for my father to come home.  Then it skips forward to me sick and dying in my bed.  I look over to a chair in the corner of my room at that same dress and tell my mother "I want to put my dress on and go home.  I want to be with daddy again."  That's all I remember about that but my son is very bright and speaks about things that are uncanny.   He  constantly tells my boyfriend "when you were my son"  this and that and he tells us stuff that he would only know if he lived in Ohio long ago.  My boyfriend's father died when he was 4 yrs old.  So he doesn't know much about him.  But upon a trip to Ohio, my son at the time was 2 1/2 was telling us this was my old house and I used to go this corner on my way to work.  It is really scary sometimes.  My boyfriend's father was in W.W.II.  Not even two days after the war started this time, my son tells me that when he was fighting in the war, this man came up and tried to stab him and that he punched him and pushed him back so hard that he fell backwards.  He says then that he killed this man and that he didn't like to talk about it.  He is such a caring child especially to his grandmother, who would be my boyfriend's mother.  She lives with us and she is his favorite person.  He tells her things that only her husband and her should now.  She is 73 and it is possible that she told him and just forgot that she did, but with everything else he says to me,  I don't think so.  I think that he is my boyfriend's father reborn.  Either that or this spirit is talking to or through my son to the loved ones he left behind so unexpectedly.  Eve..Venice FL
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My beautiful baby is actually a four year old little boy, albeit youngest of two older brothers and an older sister. In the last few months we have experience an incredible blow to our family. Our much loved Pappa (my husband's dad) died, after a nasty, unfair illness,
Late be backtrack if I may, I am of aboriginal ancestry and a dominate part of our lives as aboriginal people has always been that you may cry for the person that is now left, but you will see them again. I have always held any beliefs (conventional or alternative) at arms length...until... My little guy started telling me a few months ago about when he lived a  long long time ago, he had a different mommy and daddy. Recently he is telling me about how we "all die and come back, but we are different people, but with the same people we know." , and he tells me Pappa is coming back but he's not going to be Pappa, and it will take a long time. So what do you think? I don't know, I am seeking to understanding.
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I have heard that people carry with them something from their past lives.Sometimes that something could be a memory and sometimes a physical mark. I believe my daughter has memories of her past life that come to her in the form of dreams. It began when she was four years old she came to me very upset about a woman she had drempt about. I wont go into detail about the dream because it was quite scary. After this dream she noticed a mark in the center of foreheadhead it looked like a scar in the shape of an X. These dreams have been going on for years and every time receives a new scar.In total she has eight marks on her face, three X like marks the one in the center of her foreheadhead and the other two on her temples. Also she has what looks like an A on her cheek and some lines also circles. I don't know what they are or if they have any relevance to the dreams but it keeps happening. She had a dream once about a little girl she said she could not really see her face but she felt like the girl was very sad. The following week we went on a nature hike and I took some pictures. When we looked at the pictures in one of them sitting on the top of a waterfall was a little girl. She was not there when I took the picture, But the strangest part of the picture was you cannot make out the girls facial features. I don't know what this means if it even means anything. Thank you,,,,,Christine.
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Last year when my grandmother died, I was away at school. I knew she was sick and her time was close, and I prepared myself for the worst. The night of her death no one called me because she passed late into the night. I felt sick and bedridded as she had been for the last months of her life. I could not sleep and I was worried and scared all night. When morning came a peace fell over me and I knew she was gone. I called a member of  the family and it was true. I don't know what that means, if anything, but I felt her with me, reassuring me that everything would be okay. Thank you for reading this. Your book is wonderful. Amanda- Chamapign, Illinois
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As a child I have had several memories of a little Spanish girl, and recently I have been able to recall names of this little girl and some of her siblings names.  I have come to realize that I may have been a little girl named (Maria Salvador Annos??? ?????) I know the name is longer, but I can't recall the rest. I have been writing names and sounds down to help me recall them. One day when I was sounding out some names for the siblings, my four year old daughter started blurting out names in Spanish! She is only fluent in English, but has a very old soul and a spiritual side like no other. Through conversations with her and our spiritual advisor we believe that she may have been my mother over a century ago.  My daughter will under go hypnosis in June of 2003. this will put my family at rest and maybe my past family at rest too!!
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    My daughter turned two years old in March of 1997, and in July 1997, my grandmother died. I was very upset, distraught really, and would often cry (it didn't help I was pregnant with my son at the time, and so was emotional anyway!). One day, not long after my grandmother had died, I was bathing my daughter. I was a bit tearful, and she said to me 'Why are you crying?'  to which I replied 'You know why, I'm just sad because Nanny died' I'll never forget what she said next.....'Don't cry Mummy, when Nanny floats up she will come back down and be a baby' I was really shocked, and wracked my brain to think of any time she might have heard anything like this, I asked her 'How do you know' and she just replied ' I don't know, I just do'
    Many people have called my daughter 'an old soul'. She is very knowing, and fixes you with a look that seems to see into you! She walked very early (9mths and 3 days) and her speech and thinking has always been way beyond her peers. Part of me wonders if she has been through the process many times herself and thats why she had a residual memory of it. In any case, it was shocking to hear such a very young child say it, and for me comfirmed something I had wondered about before. - Amanda Rose, London, England
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    To those that have questions on reincarnation let me assure you it's not in your imagination.  The very fact you have questions (or concerns) stands to reason "something" caused them.  I am not a psychic, teacher or doctor.  I have no formal education in religion or the paranormal.  I can however tell you that my first awakening occurred when I was 5 years old.  We lived across the road from an apartment complex and I had decided to go there to play on the stairs (it had a huge banister)  When I arrived there, at the top of the stairs, a door was open and there was a crying baby in the apt.  For some reason I went in and found a young mother sponging the baby with cold rags for a fever.  I asked her what was wrong with the baby and she said she didn't know but it was very sick.  I got very close to the bassinet, looked at the child, and told the mother the baby had scarlet fever and I told her she needed to get medical attention right away.  I then told the lady bye and went to play on the banister.
    Two years ago when I returned home for my mother's funeral I ran into this same lady from years ago.  She recognized me and we started talking.  She asked me if I remembered when I came to her apt. and told her that her baby had scarlet fever?  I told her yes, and she started to tear up.  She told me that when her husband got home they took the baby to the hospital and it was hospitalized with scarlet fever, that I had saved her baby's life.  She then asked me how I knew?  I told her "I just did."  I have no explanation other than at some point in a previous life I was in a position to know, and I've carried this knowledge with me just as I have carried many other things with me. Never second guess what you feel.  Just accept that there is a very good reason and know that you are a better person for it. - Debbie
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   In February 1997 I found out I was pregnant with my second child. I already had six year old daughter and was thrilled to finally be giving her a sibling. Not too long after, I began experiencing problems. I was spotting on and off and had an overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. My OB tried to assure me that everything was okay as he could not find anything immediately wrong. At around my 20th week I learned through standard testing that my baby girl had a very rare and fatal chromosome disorder. Their were no records of survivors beyond birth, most died in utero. I needed to have a medical abortion as my OB was concerned for my own health. I was continuing to bleed and was risking a late miscarriage that could result in massive hemorrhaging.
    While trying to come to terms with loosing my baby girl, my daughter came to me in tears one day. She asked why this was happening. She had waited for so long to have a little sister and now her dream was being taken away. I tried to console her and explained the best way I knew how at the time. I told her that this baby had a strong and beautiful soul but that it was put into a very sick and frail body. A body that wasn't well enough to hold such a vibrant life force.  I then told her that she was meant to be a part of us, a part of our family and would return when she was ready. And that she would come back to us in a strong and healthier body when the time was right.
    My daughter seemed to accept and understand this explanation. I found it also gave me peace in saying this out loud. Six months later, I was pregnant again. We knew without doubt that our baby girl had returned to us. This time the pregnancy went wonderfully. I felt so in tune and connected with her, more than I had ever felt before. I knew from day one that it was a girl. No ultrasound was needed for me.
    One day in the beginning of my pregnancy I sat in the nursery and picked up a baby book of names for the very first time. As I held it closed, I heard/felt the name Bridget Renee. The feeling was so incredibly intense. I immediately feel in love with the name and didn't see a reason or need to open the book. My mind was made up. A few months later I decided to look up the meaning of the beautiful name I had come to love so much. My eyes welted up with tears and my hands began to shake as I read their meanings. Bridget means strong and Renee means rebirth or born again. No other name could have been as perfect! My beautiful Bridget was born that October with large, dark "Old Soul" eyes. She is now almost five, but way beyond her years in mind and spirit. When she was younger she would talk to me about when she was "my Mommy." We have a very special bond that I treasure with all my heart and soul. I definitely believe that we have a past together.
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    In Sept. of 1989 I had a stillborn baby girl. As you can imagine this was devastating.  We named her Marissa Christina. As time went on the wounds began to heal, and we had 2 more children. Last Sept., I met a little girl whose name is Marissa Christina. She lives in the town that we lived in 1989. Her birthday was Sept. 25, 1989. She was born in the same hospital that I had my baby in. This little girl also looked very much like my son. I sensed a familiarity with her. But since I am usually controlled by "common sense", I let this thought go. I rationalized that I did not corner the market on that name. And that many other children were born that day. Again some time elapsed before I started to have dreams about this child. I shook it off as subconscience thoughts and then applied them to my dream life. Now everywhere I look I see her name. On clothing labels, on wall with lot's of graffiti, in a movie. Now I keep thinking about her. This was a time in my life that I wanted to keep in the past, But I feel some urgency and some spiritual connection that I do not understand. I really need to know why this is happening now and I should be doing. Thank you for reading this far. - Linda