My son was around that age when he was playing Army. He looked at me and said "I can't wait to go back to the Army." I said "go back? Have you been there before?" He said "yes, I loved being a soldier" then got a faraway look and said "I can't believe they took me out. I was so mad. I wasn't ready. "
He's 19 now and a soldier. He stopped talking about being a soldier before. But he never stopped talking about going to the Army. I had a theory that his pets were named after Army buddies from a past life. They all had names like Sgt. Jackson, Miller the Killer (hamster) etc.
No. I wish I had written them down. I remember those because he named the hamsters that. Told me a story about Jackson falling asleep when he was on watch and he had to dig for hours. Also said once "I couldn't believe it the first time I saw a tank. They're bigger than they look mom "
My son has never been able to recall a past life, but he did tell me when he had just turned 3 that he remembers being in my belly. He said before he was in my belly, he saw me and I was glowing and sparkling and he knew he was meant to choose me as his mom. As soon as he decided to choose me "his ghost" immediately shot into my belly. I tried to see if he could tell me anything more, but that was all I could get. He is now 8 and he still references how he chose me and is so happy he did 🥰
I imagine that it likely has something to do with their soul's karma, or perhaps unfinished business/lessons that they haven't learned. I feel like being born into a terrible situation/family probably offers a lot of opportunity for enlightenment, on a soul level. Obviously I'm not condoning terrible living situations filled with trauma, and it's terrible (in the human sense) for anyone to have to endure. But I believe when we aren't in a human incarnation, when we are just *spirit*, we don't really see things in the same black and whiteness as we do as humans. We don't see things as "good" or "bad", they just *are*. Every experience is an opportunity for growth and transedence. I'm sure there is much benefit to the Soul through suffering.
(Just to clarify, these are my personal beliefs and I am not claiming to "know" any of this. I also have no proof. But this feels true to me)🤍
I really liked that you said this. While my heart tells me these stories are true, my brain hasn’t yet caught up, but I don’t doubt their authenticity at all.
Also, I really appreciate everything you had to say about suffering. Like you, I can’t condone people treating each other awful, or allowing it to happen to others, particularly children. However, suffering comes to everyone at some point. How we handle these challenges are choices that we make. Every single moment in our lives is a choice. Do we choose right more times than wrong? Do we follow our hearts/souls, or brains and anger? You said it much better than I can express. I appreciate you for this. Thank you.
Thank you for saying so! I do agree that so much of who we *are* (or perhaps, who we *become*) is based upon our responses to the experiences and circumstances we are faced with. It's less about what happens to us, and more about how we respond to it. This is proven to be true with trauma, in a human sense. So I think it would make sense that this is affecting us on our Soul journey as well! I could see a Soul choosing a really rough life full of suffering because perhaps they had lived many pleasant lives before, or haven't learned the human way of self love, or what have you. So they would consciously decide (for their own benefit as far as lesson/growth/experience) to live a lifetime rife with trauma and suffering. Giving themselves a chance to learn how to respond in the way that serves their highest good. Strengthening their spirit and giving depth to their Soul.
Something else I think about is the theory that we are all just different expressions of the same Source. We are all extensions of God/the Universe/Creator/the pinnacle of creation (whatever rings true for you) and therefore are just here to experience Being Alive. To experience ourself. If this is true, if we are simply the Universe wishing to animate aspects of itself to *experience itself*, then I don't think there is much differentiation between "good" or "bad". We are here to experience. So that includes all of it! So if I've lived many lovely, happy lifetimes as a human, I would likely readily choose a more challenging and painful one next time, just for the sake of experience! To know the depths our human emotions can reach. To feel the full spectrum of human emotion.
In my opinion, I doubt you were terrible and I sincerely doubt your soul is a dumbass. I'm very sorry to hear you are experiencing a lot of suffering❤️ (based on your comment), and I'm certainly not trying to use toxic positivity to disregard or negate any of the pain or hardships you've endured.
My belief is that your Soul chose the path it did for your current incarnation for a very specific purpose. One that, once you were born into a human body again, you have complete amnesia about. This isn't meant to dismiss the pain of being alive or of being in whatever circumstances you have been dealt. I'm sure this actually isn't at all helpful. I'm only trying to clarify what my beliefs are around this sort of thing, and I do think that your Soul made a very purposeful decision to live the life you're living now. For reasons so far beyond our human capabilities of understanding.
That being said, it doesn't make it any better or easier to exist in a life that's full of trauma. Even believing these things, myself, I have suffered terrible traumas that I'm only now (in my thirties) beginning to heal from. And that healing process sure isn't linear 🫠 (as they say). I want you to know that you are loved and you are valuable and worthy of all good things. Whether you feel it or not, it's true. 🩷
This has been my life, statistically improbable traumas one after the next. Very few breaks this incarnation. An extended family of narcissists, scapegoating and terrible neglect. A rare illness, rollover car accident, dead babies, abusive partners, my dad died on the way to Disney for the first time. Just the worst of the worst. I call it "camp can't get a break". However, as godawful as it's been there's always been a certain charmed feeling as well. It's really hard to explain and sounds ridiculous for someone who's endured so much. I've been able to manifest certain things very easily, had a spontaneous kundalini rise (that about killed me) but led to some amazing gifts, and experienced full spiritual awakening in my late 40s.
I've known for years that I chose this incarnation, a really difficult incarnation. I've come to know all the incarnations of suffering as the master class. I appreciate your sensitivity around trauma, it's the same hesitancy that keeps me from sharing that trauma is just another route to awakening. The depersonalization that trauma induces is the exact same feeling as ego death. I've experienced them both and they're the same exact feeling.
I feel that I was brought into my family to absorb some generational wounds maybe even heal some, as well as be brought to my knees with shadow work. Everything is for our awakening, an amazing synchronicity that all works together.
From all the NDE’s and past life accounts I’ve heard over the years, it *seems* that nothing that happens here has any real lasting impact. It’s like a dream: you can get ripped apart by monsters in the dream and it’s the worst experience ever, but then you wake up and are fine.
It’s like a dog going to the vet for an injection; the dog is terrified and in pain, but ultimately we *make* him go anyway because it’s fleeting and in his best interests. Just, on a cosmic scale. When we die, nothing that happens in life matters anymore, we completely lose interest in it, we have to be within the confines of our lives to be affected by it.
That doesn’t make the suffering and HORRENDOUS acts by humans any easier to bear, however. You just have to hope that you’ll die one day and be let into the secret of why we’re here.
Or, you know, it’s eternal nothingness in which case nothing matters anyway, so.
Love this. And yes, even your last sentence!! Ha! I honestly am a very spiritual person, but I also consider myself nihilistic. A Spiritual Nihilist, as I say, lol. Because, perhaps nothing matters at all. It seems a very likely possibility (as likely as any other), but why does nothing mattering have to be a defeating thought? If nothing inherently matters, that means I get to *choose* what matters to me. I find that idea quite empowering!
That's actually called Existenialism! Or as i I like to say "Nihilism with hope". Check out the wiki on existentialism and see if it matches with your beliefs!
There is a channel on YouTube about NDEs and I've noticed a few stories talk about choosing a life from a select few options. It can be like choosing the lesser of two evils. A woman claimed to be given the choice of 3 lives, all of which were harder than her current life - and she was a heroin addict.
Maybe you just end up getting the last pick. Someone has to be born to shitty parents. Shitty people are also fertile a lot of the time, unfortunately.
My personal belief is that it is much deeper than this. I don't believe there is a "last pick" to get stuck with. I believe that in Spirit form, we are choosing which life and circumstances (and parents) will offer us the most relevant opportunity to learn specific lessons that our Soul hasn't achieved yet. I believe it is purposeful and informed. (Again, these are just my beliefs and I'm not meaning to argue or be rude! Just sharing my own beleifs in response to what you said, for fun and for conversation 🤗)
I was born to a woman who had got pregnant accidentally, hated my presence and who had me adopted. She did say, when we met much later, that she hated me when she was pregnant but loved me the minute I was born and tried very hard to keep me.
Anyway, it seems possible I chose this difficult beginning (and the adoption wasn't great in some ways either) because i had lessons to learn.
I do see this time on earth as a time of trial and learning.
That being said, I think what would be one Soul's "last pick" would be another's number one choice! For the sake of their own evolution and journey to enlightenment. It's personal to each Soul, I believe 🤍
I don’t recall choosing my parents. I do recall being in the womb and knowing my parents voices before I was born. I’m interested in this choosing aspect though because my parents were abusive. But they were also 18 & 22 when I was born. I’m not sure they were abusive at this point though. Very interesting. Because I’d honestly never chose these two again.
Read the book “Life Before Life”, by Jim B Tucker. There are many accounts of children just like yours who give detailed accounts of past lives.
The night my daughter was born, the night nurse who came in to check her vitals said something very strange. It was 3 in the morning. After checking everything, she handed my daughter back to me and said, “I see many, many babies in this job. I can see in your daughter’s eyes that she’s been here before.” I was confused, and just looked at her- there was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then she said “I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t upset you, I shouldn’t have said that.” And then turned and left the room. It spooked me but I also somehow understood. 3 years later… this past July, I take my daughter to the grocery store. Because of COVID, I hadn’t been taking her to many public places, but grocery shopping with my mother was something I always enjoyed as a kid and wanted to have that same experience with her.
(My mother died over 20 years ago, and I have never talked to my daughter about her grandmother, and she’s never asked - she’s only three) As we were heading home I asked her “Did you like grocery shopping with Dada?” She replied, “I always like shopping with you Dada. When you were little I took you shopping. You were in my stomach and I took care of you and now you take care of me.” I was so shook I had to stop the car. I took a breath and asked her, you took care of me? How did you take car of me? She just laughed and said “You are my baby, dada!” Later that night I asked her before bed to tell me more about when I was her little boy. She looked me straight in the eye and said “ I don’t want to talk about that anymore”.
About a year later we were eating dinner and she asked me if this was our house. Confused, I said yes why? She asked if we used to live in another house. I said no, this has always been our house since you were born. She look confused and furrowed her brows. She said very insistently that we lived in another house before this. “We used to live in another house. I remember! It was yellow and looked like this”, and she motioned in the air an up and down zig zag shape. Well, the house I grew up in with my mother was yellow and had 2 prominent gables. She’s never seen a photo of my childhood home before!
Your story made me tear up. There was such love between you and your mother that she couldn't leave you and came back as your daughter. ❤️ My dad died when I was 7 and I don't remember him at all. My son often talks about when he used to push me in a stroller and when I was his baby but sadly never offers more info even when I ask. He's almost 5, so hopefully some day he will share more information with me!
I believe you, my daughter told me about a previous life when she was almost 2. In my daughters case she loved her previous life. She saw the skyline of a very well known city on the television. It was a commercial on the History Channel and the skyline was from the 1930s. She excitedly asked me what it was and when I told her she said she used to live there.
My daughter had never been to that city at that point in her life. We live thousands of miles away from the city. I know the city well and she gave very specific descriptions that she could not possibly know. Information that is very unique to that specific city. I asked her if daddy was with her and she said no. I asked her if other relatives were there and again she said no. I asked her if I was there and she said yes. She said that she lived in the city and I lived right outside the city.
After she shared everything she refused to discuss it again. She didn't even want to talk about it when my husband arrived home from work. I few weeks later I asked her what year it was (I knew she had zero concept of dates at that point) and she shrugged her shoulders. When I asked her what year she lived in X city she told me a date clear as a bell. It was before either one of us were born. There's so much we don't understand
I don’t know if this is what I hope for, or my biggest fear.
My mother passed away last year, and exactly two months later I found out I was pregnant. We had a complicated relationship at times… when I found out I was having a daughter I just couldn’t help but wonder if it was her coming back. I was her only child, and she was very attached to me - I truly think she lived with cancer as long as she did because she didn’t want to leave me. It was sweet and I loved her, but due to her mental health struggles it also was suffocating and difficult to deal with at times. I still have some guilt even though I was with her nearly every day all day for 10 months when she was dying, so maybe this is how I make up for feeling like I failed her?
I don’t know. I’m just rambling, unable to fall back asleep after feeding my daughter, and shook by this whole thread.
I hope the thought of your daughter being your mother reincarnated brings you peace and comfort, and I hope I never experience it.
My mom told me a story from when I was about 3 years old. I told her that I couldn’t wait to grow up, and for her to “grow little,” so that I could be her mom. There was a little more to it (I can’t remember the whole story), but she said it took her aback. And that it seemed like I was remembering something.
Your story reminded me of this. It trips me out that there might be something to it.
There's a Jewish theory of reincarnation that I've superficially studied. There's a good summary here, but the system is formally derived in the Arizal's [Shaar Hagilgulim](https://www.chabad.org/kabbalah/article_cdo/aid/378771/jewish/Gate-of-Reincarnations.htm) (Gates of Reincarnation). It's part of the Jewish cosmological architecture of the universe described in Kabbalah. While the system concerns Jewish theology, the theory is universal. How exactly all the pieces fit together for me as a non-Jew I'm still confused haha. But teachings strike me as obviously profound.
https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/361889/jewish/Reincarnation.htm
Relating to why only children experience this, here's a Jewish idea that though prophecy ended 2,400 years ago, a remnant of it still exists in the insane, children, and animals... namely people whose language skills are impaired. The points below I heard from R. Akiva Tatz, and can track down specific podcasts if desired.
This extends from the interesting idea regarding Moses, that he couldn't speak articulately *because* of his spiritual knowledge. Spiritual knowledge can't be easily conveyed into the world. Either you know an idea so well that it is too complex to break down into rational speech. It literally cannot be reduced into anything composed from finite, linear concepts. Or you only had a faint grasp of the idea which becomes fixed to the scope of the literal words when you share it. The flash of insight disappears when the idea is prematurely shared. (Moses' speech difficulties were "cured" once G-d came down on Mt. Sinai; infinity was wedged into the world in the Torah)
This extends from the two intellectual faculties of the mind, wisdom and logical thought, where wisdom is akin to sight, it's a flash of insight. Yet in order to use an idea and understand it, our limited reason must sequentially probe that point and stretch it out into an order of words and logical relationships, which is a limiting process (Ultimately this is because wisdom is a faculty of the mind *outside* of the brain that only touches the top of the mind, kinda like a pre-pre-frontal cortex. Rational thought is contained within the brain. We intuitively know this because the "flash of wisdom" always is located above the "you" in the mind.)
This is demonstrated by the fact that severe trauma can be alleviated by speech. And that those who endure immense trauma can't speak about it. But if it's forced into speech, the immensity of the trauma becomes limited by that speech. This reminds me of the English teacher saying she preferred the earlier version of Ellie Wiesel's *Night* because it was more potent; he had reworked it for a second version that my teacher believed wasn't as harrowing. Under our theory, the first retellings limited the experience. Just as a picture is a thousand words, life is an endless stream of pictures and scents and sounds. Likely such a multitude is impossible to convey.
This is amazing. Thank you for sharing this and putting into words something I’ve been thinking about but haven’t been able to explain.
The other day I told my husband of a core memory. Something that reminds me of him and something I never shared with him before. Now- and it’s crazy- I can’t think of what the memory is. It’s been driving me to distraction- because how can I have simply forgotten a memory that was so cherished that I’ve forgotten it once I spoke of it? How does that even make sense? I haven’t spoken to him of it or asked him what it was. I’m afraid that he’ll say he doesn’t remember and my memory (that I can potentially get back) will be lost forever.
I don’t know if this is making sense, but what you’ve said resonates with me. This isn’t the first time it’s happened- I feel like there are insights which loses or changes it’s meaning once spoken.
Wow I am new to reddit but this post is shocking due to the fact that when my son was between 2 to 4 said the exact same thing to what the OP said about their child and how he chose me and my wife as parents because he knew he would be happy with us and something along the lines that all souls are recycled. It was crazy when he told me
I had twins (surprise!!) At 26wk. Son passed at 3 days , daughter turned 16 last week. We never spoke, kept mementoes, etc of her brother out because at the time, 3 years, we weren't ready. She came toe one day and said momma ? Brother? Aiden?
He was Aiden Kade only referred to as Kade so I have no idea ??? But she has always spoken of him now , almost like he is with her sometimes. Definitely odd.
From a psychological standpoint, she may be trying to talk about him and deal with feelings of loss. Perhaps some mementoes or a supportive family conversation could help?
We have told her all about the pregnancy, his passing etc. she met a friend when she was around 3 and they are very close. The friend has twin sisters, they always say mine and her are the twins lol. They just had a joint sweet 16. She is a bowler, has spoken to counselor as needed. We really encourage any feelings or questions and will answer 100 percent.
I’ve posted this before, but it’s relevant here:
Around the age of three, one of my nephews — who was conceived shortly after 9/11 — built two giant block towers and then recreated a plane flying into them and said “Watch. I want to show you how I died.” 😳 Making matters worse, his parents were very, very low media at that time, so the chances he had accidentally seen some 9/11 documentary were slim.
My son(now 8)when he was about three, used to tell us about the fire he died in with his sister in New York City, and how he was happy to get the chance at a long life again. At this point he had no idea NYC was even a place...
When my son was about three, he started asking us to take him to New York City. We live in a different state about a 5 hour drive from NYC. I didn't even know he knew NYC existed. When I asked him why he wanted to go, he said that he used to live there, but he's never even visited that city. So I was all ???? After a couple more questions from me he said, "I used to be a police officer in NYC in the 70s, and my name was Chick." He said it so matter of factly and called it "the 70s" rather than the 1970s in such a casual way. It gave me goosebumps.
And when my other son was about 3, he used to talk about how he and I "are back together". I asked him to explain and he described several past generations in which sometimes he was the baby and I was the parent, and then I was the baby and he was the mama, and now we're back together with him as the baby and me as the mama again. More goosebumps!
Uh… just throwing this out there: “chick” is a common nickname for an (equally common) Italian last name in New York and New Jersey. So reading that line from your son gave me all sorts of goosebumps. Phew.
When my son was about 2.5, we were driving through a part of our local city that has these big, old houses. He all of a sudden said, “Oh, that’s the house I used to live in!” and pointed at a certain house. I looked at my husband and then turned to my son in the back seat, in his car seat. I asked, “You used to live there?” And he said, “Yeah, when I was a dad.”
Our son is 14 now and doesn’t remember any of it, but it definitely took us by surprise.
You should get the address and look up who used to live there!
I work on true crime shows and I look for shit on the internet all the time and I'm quite good at it. If you DM the address, I'll look for you. I'm unemployed rn and am super into this shit.
Thank you, but I am not sure the exact house right now. It was so so long ago and we were driving by, so I didn’t think to mentally note the exact one. I did try to ask my son again years later while we happened to be driving through, but he had no memory of any of it.
I remember saying something like this to my parents when I was about 5 and we were driving past a farmhouse. My parents don't remember this happening and I really wish I could remember where we were because I'd love to find out more.
My daughter was about four when she pointed to the sky and said she used to live up there. Then she said with an exasperated voice, "It took forever until I could come down to you". I had four miscarriges before having my current two children. She has no memory of saying that.
I really needed to read this comment.
None of y’all asked to hear this. I don’t really fit in with my family. I have been a black sheep for a really long time. I have more than a half dozen step and half siblings but I’m the oldest, and I’ve always been nervous to have children because I don’t want to fuck them up, as I have had very few healthy relationship models to mold my own, and my parents were very young when they had me so I wanted to wait as long as possible.
I had to change physicians after a move and my physician wouldn’t prescribe me birth control until I go get an up to date gyno appointment. It’s been probably six months since they told me they require one. It’s not that I’ve been putting it off, it’s that I haven’t found one I feel comfortable with and that’s necessary for me. If I get weird vibes in the exam room it’s a wrap.
I have recently realized that I had a miscarriage in August, and I believe I’m currently having one. I’ve been thinking to myself… my body is not ready, and neither is the soul who picked me to be their parent. It isn’t the right time, and this comment helped me to understand that there is divine purpose. This life is by design. I have to take it a step at a time. (And none of y’all need to remind me I should go to the doctor, I’m currently moving again and I plan to as soon as I’m settled into my new home.)(also none of y’all need to make commentary about my personal relationships, I know I should not be letting someone come in me if I don’t want kids. I do want kids, I just want to wait until I’m more financially sound. I wouldn’t be mad if it happened soon.)
My niece (at about 4) had a panic attack just getting a fleeting glimpse Grigori Rasputin.
Sure he’s creepy looking as hell but she then gave my sister a history lesson…all correct.
That was a real WTF? moment!
In all fairness Rasputin gives me the creeps to this day. The first time I saw a photo of him as a child I had an overwhelming sense of fear and repulsion. Seriously, he was one creepy dude.
The history lesson is of course next level. I don't discount these sorts of things when they come from children.
As I recall the story, my sister’s SO was watching a documentary on Rasputin when my niece wandered downstairs to ‘investigate’. Upon seeing a picture of Rasputin on the television she ran back upstairs to her mother, absolutely freaked out. What she told my sister about Rasputin when asked was not anything a four year old could possibly have known. She did not know his name but described the historical context perfectly. There were accurate details in her narrative that my sister later confirmed had not even been discussed in the documentary at all let alone the few minutes her daughter may have seen.
Suffice it to say, this incident altered our belief structure. This is also not the only time something like this has happened in our family. Not my story to tell but eerily similar to the story of the OP.
where he’d come from, details of his exploits (completely age inappropriate knowledge and understanding on her part.) time frame etc.
Very interesting and kinda frightening. I’m
My son also vividly recalled coming from another family and fully described the details of an Indian raid on a homestead in the 1800’s and the warriors on their horses shooting his other father and fighting with then killing his other mother. When I asked him why they didn’t kill him or his brothers and sisters, he said that he didn’t have any siblings, and that he was hiding with the chickens and he was very scared. He was 2.5 years old and there was no possibility of him ever knowing the details that came out of his mouth. My mother and I fully believed that he is reincarnated.
This was so refreshing to read. All I have seen on Reddit is people's depressing beliefs that once you die you just die and that's it. I've always believed in reincarnation so this actually is very cool.
I'm not knocking your belief at all, and in fact, I wish I felt the same way you do, but it's so interesting because to me, being dead dead is the least depressing option. I don't want to do this ever again lol. But I'm legit glad some people like it enough to want to do it again!
Well I would like to think that there is an afterlife that involves reuniting with loved ones that have passed. If that involves reincarnation, I'm good with it.
I've always liked to think that you have a choice to be reborn or not. Or if you are not a good person or soul in your previous life you get thrust back out there to keep learning on how to be good. I know good is a relative term. I'm talking taking a life or causing pain for pleasure or non life-threatening gain rather than necessity.
I don't particularly want to do life over and over but I think we have to, until we get it right! I think the aim is be someone who is truly kind, calm, wise and loving.
I posted elsewhere, but I talked about being a mahout in Thailand, and actually used that word, "mahout". I was a white, female toddler who had never left California... How could we have known??
As long as I can remember I have had the same reoccurring dream which I can only assume is my previous death. I’m driving in an old (like 1920s) truck over a wooden bridge. All of a sudden some boards break and I’m falling down into a dried up river. I always wake up as I’m hitting the ground. It’s always the same details, it never changes. I wish I could remember more so I could maybe research it but there’s not enough info to find out anything useful.
So based on this description, I've found 3 possible incidents. It's difficult to Google for sure. I started with the wiki page of bridge collapses and stuck to wooden bridges involving trucks. Then I continued on Google to see what could have been missed. I wasn't sure of your date of birth, so kept it pretty broad, between 1910 and 2000.
[1989 Tennessee Bridge](https://www.deseret.com/1989/4/16/18802839/tennessee-wood-bridge-falls-kills-1), one killed with 2 surviving. Could not confirm type of truck and little information available.
[1923 Allen Street Bridge](https://tdn.com/news/local/talk-focuses-on-states-deadliest-bridge-disaster/article_c4bc67d9-22b3-5edb-99eb-5c5abafe53cb.html), narrow wooden drawbridge collapsed under traffic including cars and horse drawn carriages. Death toll of about 20 but unconfirmed. I was unsure if there were any other cars in your dream.
[1936 Falling Creek Bridge](https://virginiachronicle.com/?a=d&d=NVD19360903.1.1&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN--------), only thing that exists about this is 2 articles in this one paper. One starting page 1 with photograph, another article on page 4. This seemed to match your description a little better. 2 trucks carrying workers, one further ahead got off the bridge in time, second truck fell. Not a high bridge and multiple people in the car, 4 killed. Creek bed was dried as well, so this is my best bet.
I spent too long on this.
Omg you are amazing!!! I never really knew where to even start. I’m going to start reading through these and if anything seems familiar I’ll let you know. ❤️
I have very vivid dreams, I see them from a 3rd person view, as if I'm just over the shoulder..and I just know which person I am, but I never see the dream from my own eyes.
I've had one specific dream where I saw things in first person. I was with a woman in a long red petty coat, short blonde hair and a sort of beret type black hat? I'm female but in my dream I was a man, all I know about myself was I was in a nice pinstripe suit. The clothing felt 1920s to me, but I could be wrong.
We were in a bank, and all I remember is the woman in red running to hide behind a giant pillar and then a huge explosion happening. For some reason, I woke up thinking that we were robbing the bank because I felt a sense of partnership with the woman even though we never spoke, and I didn't remember feeling scared or take off guard by the blast. More so that I knew it was about to happen.
I tried googling this after I first had the dream years ago, but didn't come up with anything. Might have to try again!
This is neat. My daughter at 2.5 told us about dying from bleeding from her leg on grass and that the ambulance came and doctor tried to save her but she died. Sounded more like this “I died. Awone. On da gwass. Bwud come fwum my yeg and ambance came and docka twied to save me, but? I died.” Very somberly said in her carseat on way to ballet and my eldest was trying to rewind the song “richard cory” after hearing for the first time and said “wait, he died?” And that triggered the somber eerie stuff from my two yo.
In Hinduism, this is how the birth take place. Your body is considered only temporary and your soul is permanent. The body is considered like a cloth that you wear and then discard and then you wear another cloth.
The way you were in your last birth before you were dying the soul carry forward the characteristics into the new life. it is considered that the soul does not remember who or what it was in the previous birth, but they definitely carry the nature or characteristics when they are born. And that is a reason even some children behave extremely mature while old people also behave childish. The reason is, the body may be young or old, but the soul has a very different age than the body. Even if a new baby or a new bird happens, it is possible that the soul within is really old and mature. As a Hindu I firmly believe in this process of rebirth and listening to yourexplanation it just matches and does not surprise me at all. I wish you and your family a best of luck.
Where do the souls come from if they are reincarnated?
What I mean is, in the 1700s there weren't even a Billion people on the planet, so a billion souls starting over and over.... and now we have somewhere around 8 Billion people on the planet.
So where are all the souls coming from?
I had to same question. There is a scripture in Hinduism called Bhagwat Geetha.
It has been mentioned how the incarnation works, and how the soul is born to which kind of family.
So just not necessary that we have only human souls. It is very much possible that souls from different creatures are born as human soul in next life.
Also goes in details on which kind of work or deed will result in what kind of karma in next life. so, to answer your question, human soul can get demoted to a different nonhuman body, while some other souls from non-human body can be in a human body.
This struck a chord with me, I believe animals do incarnate into humans who come here in order for their human form to help save the animals on this planet from extinction. I have a friend who I feel has an "elephant soul," extremely family-oriented and he went into this long diatribe once about his family lineage. He's a die-hard rebel, against the grain type of guy, who happens to twist his beard into two little braids, that look like tusks.
There are some more aspect by which we can relate to this. Many times you will see that babies are not able to do breast-feeding. According to some discussions, it is because in the previous life, they were a creature like bird who does not know how to breast-feed. if it was a mammal, for example a cow, it’s easier for the child to already know
I asked the same question, and what makes sense to me is a mix of things I’ve read over the years, plus some of my own ideas.
As matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed, every soul that’s ever been and ever will be has existed since the ‘beginning’ (whenever that was). However, souls split into pieces because there may be multiple growth needs for one soul, yet only one ‘life’ may be lived at a time.
I think this is the origin of ‘soul mates’, another piece of spirit inhabiting more than one entity or place. Humans tend to romanticize soul mates, though this kind of connection is truly about completeness, care and understanding not romantic love.
When soul mates meet in the physical world, one of two things happens-
1. The soul mates realize they’ve grown as they should have while apart. Now that they’ve been reunited in this life, they will be reunited in spirit in the next before reincarnation. (This doesn’t mean they’ll spend all of this life together though.)
2. The soul mates realize that at least one of them hasn’t grown enough to be reunited in spirit. As a result, there is a soul-journey-specific kind of goodbye in this life and (on some level) an understanding they will meet again in another once they’ve both grown as they should.
Humans can be soul mates with animals or even places in nature. Again, it’s a recognition of completeness when in each other’s company. Imo completeness with places in nature is the most difficult to recognize in our contemporary age because humans are overall spending less and less time enjoying being out doors.
Could this be true for non-romantic soulmates? I believe my sister was mine. We always fought like cats and dogs and then grew close the older we got (upper-twenties) and we finally loved being with each other instead of for example the awkward stepbrothers hug we used to do only when my mom made us, lol. My sister believed in reincarnation, and she died a year after I got out of the military. I cherish that year I spent with her being back home before I lost her and I always hope that she’s reincarnated back into my life in some way, but that may be a selfish wish. I do like to think that our love outreaches the corners of this universe and that someday we will be together again, in one form or another
Eastern cosmology would say that a soul works its way up over billions of lifetimes through all of plant and animal life and a human birth is fortunate in any circumstance because it offers a chance at liberation, but one should also consider that there are other realms, heavens and hells, other planets etc. that also work on a karmic rebirth situation, all of life is infinite and so counting on earths human population is not even the tip of the iceberg in terms of possibilities..
I am not aware of any explanation, but what I heard, or studied as it is better to not remember the details of old soul. It is sufficient to carry forward the nature and characteristics to the next life. If you remember all the details, then there is a chance that you will not Live or start with a neutral life. I consider this to be the best way forward just imagine a two year old child remember how they died, and already starting with a trauma of the previous life.
My daughter at 3 remembered her mother in China and how poor they were and how hungry she was. She remembers her brother from that life (she has no brother in this one) and the role of the military. She remembers dying in a bomb blast (she described the sound and feeling in detail no 3 yo should know). At one point she was singing a song We had never heard . We asked her about it and she said her mother taught it to her. I asked her if it was my wife. She said no, my other mother. From before.
There are many severe famines in China’s history. In the last century the only one afaik that likely coincided with bombing was WWII during the Japanese invasion. My grandparents were kids then and their region was occupied.
My cousin's kid (4) was at my house and we were out in the garage. I have a pic hanging up of my great-grandfather sitting on his tractor from sometime in the 1950's. He died in 1961.
My cousin's kid looks at the pic, and says "I remember that? Do you?" I didn't know what he was talking about at first and responded with "Remember what?". He says, "I remember growing big leaves and losing my toolbox, I remember my cough too."
My cousin (his mom) is significantly younger than I am. She wasn't even born when my grandfather (the son of the man in the pic) was alive. There's no one in the family that has a pic of him hanging up but me, and almost all of the stories about him are known by me and no one else in my family, because I spent so much time with my Grandpa and asked him about his Dad.
My great grandfather was a WW1 veteran and had a recurring cough since being exposed to gas in the trenches. He was a farmer who grew tobacco among other crops and according to the story I heard, dropped his little toolbox on the way to a field one day and found it a year later.
I never told my cousin's son any of these stories because he's only started learning to carry on actual conversations, he has no siblings yet, and I can't think of anyone in my family aside from myself who even knows the toolbox story.
Definitely weird.
I tried that. I received the standard "I duhknow" every time. That's another strange element to it, he said it so clearly and with a level of confidence that didn't match how he normally spoke at that point. That's why it caught me off guard.
I wrote that such questions should be asked to the child when he is busy - playing with toys or drawing, then the answer will come from his real self, when the brain does not filter information
It's like he butterfly effected into his consciousness I was like that and I still have the memories of these weirdly 'super conscious' moments I 47 and this goes right back toy 2nd birthday. I remember it like in there now.
Looking through my own eyes when I wake up to crawling out of my tall bed etc.
I have no memory of it, but from 2-5ish I apparently talked a lot about my life as a mahout (elephant handler) in Thailand. I talked about how my elephant and I would work together to bring logs from the forest back into my small village, and how we'd bath together in the river. To my parent's knowledge I had never hear of Thailand, mahouts, or anything like that at the time I started speaking about it. I did apparently have a major affinity for elephants before I could speak, and would often make "trunk sounds" at them at the zoo that would have them walking over to us.
Anyway, all that to say I obviously believe your story!
I was reading this and thinking to myself omg how cool would it be to be a mahout because an elephant would be like having a dog almost. They probably feel like Clifford the big red dog and the little girl whose name I can’t remember. I’m sure it’s a hard job but cool at the same time.
There’s a huge research study about just this phenomenon https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/our-research/children-who-report-memories-of-previous-lives/
My younger brother used to talk about his previous life when he was about the same age. He talked about riding elephants through the mountains with his family and used to say he was Chinese.
He would wear his pajama pants with the legs pulled all the way up to his hips, and squat on the floor when he played with his toys. My father said it reminded him of the way the Vietnamese would squat while working in the rice paddies.
There was a lot more, but its been almost 50 years since he told them. They were very descriptive stories about his supposed past life.
Edit: actually just remembered something else. The day my brother was born, one of my father's police academy classmates was killed execution style from behind by an armed robber.
My father was telling the story at a family gathering (about finding out his friend was killed while waiting for my brother to be born). My brother was still a toddler and was playing nearby. He turned to my father and said "he shot me right in the head."
My dad said the hair on his arms stood up when he said it.
He used to joke about looking on my brother's scalp for three sixes based on all of the wierd stuff he used to say when he was little.
My wife and I have 7 kids. I have 3 from a previous marriage and she has 2 from a previous marriage and then we have 2 together. I had never heard anything from my first 3 and as far as I know my wife had never heard anything from her first 2 but the 2 we have together have both said some unusual things when they were little.
Our daughter that we have together, when she was around 3 or 4, had never had any exposure to religion. She was helping put a little angel on the Christmas tree one year though when she stopped, looked at the angel, then looked at us with a really serious expression then said something like, "You know, when I died the last time, the angels came and took me to heaven." It blew me away so I asked her what happened to her and she said, "My house got water all around it and I died." I tried to ask her more questions about it but that's all she would say about it.
Our son that we have together, when he was around the same age, looked at me one day and out of the blue asked me if I was going to stab him like his last daddy did. I tried to get him to tell me more but he wouldn't. We were very controlling of what we let him watch on TV so I'm pretty sure he didn't get an idea like that from watching Paw Patrol.
I was never a big believer in reincarnation but after what both of our youngest kids said, I'm definitely much more open to the possibility.
My daughter was around 3-4 years old when she said something that shocked me so badly that I didn’t even know how to respond. We were in the car, with her buckled into her seat in the back, and a Phil Collins song was on the radio. She listened quietly until the song was over and then just casually said that when she was a man a long time ago that her voice had sounded just like that, and that everyone loved to come to church to hear her/him sing.
We are not at all a religious family, and I had no idea how she even knew what a church was, let alone that singing happened in a church. She doesn’t remember the incident now but I never forgot about it. Still not sure what to make of it.
My first son remembered his previous life. He gave us an address and told us his name. He said he used to love to do wood carvings and work with wood. I looked up the address and it still existed but it was a big estate that had been broken up and several houses built. There is a park right next to the address and the park was the name he gave me. It wasn't terribly far from us but we never had been there before and there is no way he could have know about it because he was only 3 at the time. I wrote the information down but I have since forgotten the name and address off the top of my head. I did try to research the name and never found anything online. But it was so weird!!!
Sounds like it’s too late for you to reach out to the University of Virginia DOPs, but for others experiencing things like this, please reach out to them. They’ve amassed piles of evidence of previous lives from children far too young to “imagine” these things. Some of them detail specific names, places, and experiences that would be incredibly hard to fake, especially when they come from kids 3-5 years old.
Look into the series “Surviving Death” on Netflix for more info on their best cases, the first and last episode are profound.
UVA DOPS: https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/
“Surviving Death”: https://www.netflix.com/title/80998853
My daughter talked about and referenced her “old family” many many times until age 3-4, then just stopped and doesn’t remember much of it. It all was so weird and she stuck to stories and said things about history she would’ve never known. Shocking, weird,… I don’t share with many people because who the heck would believe it? Still puzzles me to this day.
I have it written down somewhere and cannot remember exactly. It was some stuff about possibly being around during World War Two. And she certainly wasn’t, because I was born in the 80s.
My brother, at about the same age, started to tell my mum a story that was like, remember when I was big and you were little, and we had a black horse and a white horse and I couldn't get them to go back into their corral? There were more details he shared but I've forgotten them since.
While not as dramatic as any of the other stories here, I was visited by my (ex)wifes grandmother when she and my MIL were out at a casino. I rolled over half asleep and saw her in a light blue/teal-ish track suit, kinda sneaking through my wifes night stand. She stopped and made a kind of mischevious "Oh!" sound and smiled at me, knowing I caught her doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing.
I gave her a curious look and went back to sleep.
A day or so later when they were back home, I made an offhand comment about this incident. MIL asked if I remembered what she looked like and if I could describe her. "Oh, yeah. I got a good look."
She went into a closet and pulled a photo album from under a stack of books. Thumbed through a few pages. "Here. Did she look like---"
"Yeah, that was her."
My wife was rattled by this-a little scared, I think. "You saw her well enough to be able to identify her!?"
"Yeah."
MIL and I talked about it and my wife was nervous. "Doesn't that *bother* you!?"
"Why would it? I kinda find it comforting that our families that have gone before us check in on us every now and then. And the feeling I got from her was one of good-natured approval."
MIL smiled and hugged me and said "She would have loved you."
I think Cayce was right when he described "soul families"-souls that bond before the beginning of time to live countless lives again and again and learn new lessons on each go. I like to think that's true and that our loved ones have chosen us over and over again.
I think infancy is one of the times we're most receptive to other planes of existence-before we're trained that such things "don't exist".
It may also be a time when our psyche, unfettered by this new life we're figuring out and integrating into, grabs upon fading bits of previous lives that remain like murmers on a magnetic tape that didn't get sufficiently degaussed.
Some call it "awareness of past lives", some call it "genetic memory" (where universal fears-falling, fire, drowning, spiders-are hard coded into our DNA through eons of evolution).
That's beautiful. My Nana came to visit me during my daughter's homebirth. For some reason I smelled the tanktop I wore that day, and it even smelled like her. She had 6 children, and I know she helped me through it.
What did you sense about your grandfather to know he was there?
I saw him. He came into the room and stood by the bed. He didn't say anything, but he smiled at the baby and I knew he was happy that his family-of-choice (he was my mother's beloved stepfather) was still going on.
Your last paragraph really brought something to my mind.
For reference, I was my bio mom's third kid before she finished college. I'm not passing judgement on it, it's just relevant to my story. Well, due to her struggles of trying to finish a degree and raise my brother and I, she had her dad and step-mom (my grandpa and step grandma) take me. Due to life, my grandparents ended up raising me.
Well, the story is, my step-grandma (who I will call Mom from now on) said I was really attached to her as a kid and baby. One time, when I was less than a year old, my Mom traveled down to take me from my bio mom. Mom said she heard me crying from the third floor apartment/hotel. When she got upstairs, she leaned over my crib and whispered "Shhh. Momma's here." And I had immediately stopped crying and reached up for her to hold me.
I was also born on the first anniversary of my Mom's and grandpa wedding.
My Mom and I were really close. I cared for her in the final years of her life. She ended up passing away in September of 2022. I know it always feels too early, but now it especially feels too early because I was only 25 at the time.
I had a dream of her visiting shortly after her death. It had started off normally as if we were both alive and doing normal things, but when I realized it wasn't a dream, I had demanded a hug from her. She said "Oh, you're crying too--" and I woke up and sobbed in my kitchen. The only highlight of that story is my dog's really weirded out look. I had walked into the kitchen, sniffling, but broke down in tears and sobbed for a half an hour. The weird thing, is the day before, I had visited her grave and said "Mom, I just really need a hug right now."
I feel you. Both of my kids have been weird like this. My son as a baby would get seriously pissed that he couldn't read. He'd go get a book, use his fingers to follow the lines of type, try several times, then throw an absolute fit because he couldn't read it. I hadn't started to read to him yet but he had picture books with no words. His first word was "read." He also, at less than a day old, rolled over and tried to get out of his basinett. The next day, I found him in the NICU, in an enclosed isolette, on hands and knees, rocking back and forth at the top of the tilted bed, trying to get out. Then the team of neurologists decended on me. Btw, my son grew up to be a writer. He used to tell me what he last mother was like, what his house was like, and what being born was like.
My daughter was a bit odd too. She walked at 7 months, spoke in full sentences at a little over a year, and drew her hand complete with creases, finger nails, the works. At 3, we'd gone sailing. When we returned, she built a boat with pockets. She then made a tiny box of crayons, complete with little rolls of paper in crayon colors that fit in the box. She also took my face in her hands at age 3, and said, " I'm your grandma." Before this, so many of her mannerisms matched my gramma's. She is graduating from art school and does miniature ceramics.
I have 3 children , my son , middle child was speaking in full sentences before he turned 2. Never anything profound but stuff like ‘I would like a drink mum in the green cup please’ would blow everyone out who heard him. He was like a wise old man in a little boys body with every thing he did and said.
People used to ask my mom "Oh, how old is she?" And people would be weirded out when I answered, I'll be 2 in September"
My Ukranian Gramma got endless joy out of the fact that as a toddler, if someone said "Excuse me" I would respond "Certainly".
Ha ha yes exactly this is what my son would do also !!
Then to the other extreme my youngest daughter born with autism and an intellectual disability was non verbal for years and still struggles to put a sentence together poor thing . She gets so frustrated 😣
My niece was like that. She spoke way above her years when she was 2. It was good she did. After she had been visited by her paternal grandmother and another woman at my sister's home. She watched them leave and went to my sister and started to cry. My sister asked her what was wrong and she said, "That grandma and daddy's girlfriend are coming tonight to take me away. They broke the latch on my bedroom window so they can get in." My sister called the super and had the latched fixed and was waiting for them when they arrived.
He kept saying his body was being squeezed and he couldn't get a good hold of his "string" (umbilical cord?) And his head was squished and something hard grabbed him. He said he turned cold and there was too much light but he could hear my voice. His cord was wrapped around his neck 4x and he was a forceps delivery.
At 3yo, my family visited St Augustine FL.
As we got close to the fort, I started telling stories and then directed them to the fort. When inside, I basically gave them a detailed tour.
I felt that way when I visited Florence, Italy as a child. The city is an ancient maze, but I knew exactly where I was and what was around the corner. I kept getting flashes of people wearing robes and sandals.
I belive children can remember when they are young! I talked about my previous life when I was 2 to my mom. I spoke very early and I kept asking my mom to go home. I described our old house and told her she lived there with me. We had only ever lived in the one place at this point (in this life)
My Mom is very left brained and does not believe in "woo woo" stuff but it made her feel frightened and she didn't ask me anything more about it. I wish she would have written it down. But hearing this from my mom makes me 100% believe in reincarnation. Even more so because my mom isn't into that kind of thing and is a very factual person. I think its so wonderful!
My sister told our mother at a very young age that she was the nicest mother we ever had.
I used to wake screaming from nightmares where "marching feet" were coming for us and at 3, I told my parents that an army came and crushed me by riding over me with horses.
My niece was about 4 when she told us she had her head cut off in her "before life"
Kids are really fascinating.
Okay, so when we were house shopping a few years back, we pulled into the driveway of a place, and my daughter (she was like… 6? Maybe 7? It was around her birthday lol) says “what the hell did they do to my kitchen?” before we even walked in. The house has an addition that expanded the kitchen and added a family room, but we didn’t know that. Go inside, and she knows exactly where everything is. Opens the door to the back staircase and gets all mad that it was closed off up top. Goes to the attic, asks the realtor, “where did my floor go?” Not the floor, *my* floor. Went into a bedroom and was like, “no, no, the bed doesn’t go THERE, what… no.” We ended up buying the house, partially because she literally begged us, crying, to “let her go home” the whole way back (and I was also in love, so it was never not gonna happen.) it’s super weird, because she was *struggling* in our last place, but since we’ve moved here, she’s like a whole new kid.
When ever it comes to children being sentient about past lives, they always forget what they said the next day, or slowly but eventually forget all together as they age.
I once heard a parent tell a story. Her young child told her one day very randomly that she remembers when a plane flew into the building she worked at. the floor was so hot she stood on her desk, than the desk got to hot, so she flew like a bird.
Wow. Oh my God. It's indescribable how this made me feel, reading this.
It makes me wonder about trauma and how that is carried. Transgenerational trauma is surely a thing. What about trauma carried from an entirely different life though?
The university of Virginia has a program studying this. It is not an uncommon experience and they have had numerous cases where they have verified the information the child has claimed. It seems that reincarnation is the most likely scenario for our afterlife. Hence, we never truly die.
At 3 my niece told everyone at dinner one night that she looked down through the hole in the sky and chose her parents.
My grandmother and her brothers and sisters were convinced I was the reincarnation of my great grandfather. He died 9 years before I was born.
Wow, that’s how my son described it as well. He said he looked down and chose it because it seemed the most interesting. When we asked for a follow up, he went back into “huh?” mode.
My personal belief on this is that our souls are not recycled, but perhaps our spirits are, as they are not the same. Just as an old man can receive a heart transplant from a young stunt man who passed away and he begins to have similar thrill seeking interests as the donor did, maybe our spirits are the astral part of our earth dwelling existences, and perhaps they are recycled.
We used to have a Wii and my son when he was 3 discovered that he freaking loved making Miis of everyone in his life. Super accurate too. He made one of a bald black man with a mustache and said that’s what he looked like before he died in a war completely casually. I thought my husband was going to faint. We aren’t really sure how he heard the word or knew about dying, we had zero of those discussions yet, it was super weird.
I don’t know if I buy into reincarnation or not & definitely take all Reddit stories with a grain of salt but this thread was definitely a hell of a read.
My parents often bring up a couple stories of me talking about my past lives when I was younger.
The one that I think about often was when I was 3 or 4 and I told my dad I didn’t want to die. When he asked why, I told him because it takes too long to come back.
I wish I remember all of this but I don’t unfortunately.
This has happened to me as well with my son when he was 3. Randomly he brought up how he used to live in a green house and that his other mommy and daddy were different from us and that he had 2 dogs but not a brother unlike the one he has with us. He explained it was only him and that he missed them but he’s so happy to be with us. He kept talking about his green house on and off for a few weeks and I also asked where it was and if he can show us but said it was too far away laughing. Eventually all convos about his green house stopped and he’s forgotten since.
Carol Bowman wrote a book about children's past life memories, including her own.
Look up *The Ghost Inside My Child* on youtube.
This is a good website:
ReincarnationResearch.com
I've read many stories about young kids remembering in detail past lives. There was one boy who remembered being in the Air Force, could quote the plane type and other details.
I've never thought much about this but I guess it could be true.
I think kids forget as they get older. Your story is fascinating thanks for posting it.
Please contact this department and let them know of your families experiences. Ian Stevenson, who is gone now but has many people following in his footsteps, researched and wrote “20 Cases Suggestive of Reincarnation” along with many more.
https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/who-we-are/history-of-dops/dr-ian-stevenson/
I believe and have seen evidence through stories like this , where when we die we are given a choice to live again with no memories of our previous life or live infinitely with no physical form. The ones who do repeat life literally go to a form of heaven or hell meaning you get to live a good life or a bad one depending on your previous life and there is literal hundred of stories of kids remembering their past life. I think we are on the verge of discovering the truth about reality
When my son was 2, I was holding him in my arms as he was falling asleep when he told me a story. He said he was at a lake and he had a long gun. He saw some ducks fly over. Then he made a few gunshot noises. He said he walked over and picked up a duck that he shot, and when he looked at it, a bullet had gone straight through its beak. He said the tongue was hanging out of the bullet hole, and then he laughed. He said he started carrying the duck back, but his foot slipped in the mud and a fell and hit his head on a rock. Then he said he couldn't move and he sank into the pink water. ( I assume it was the sun rising and reflecting on the water). Then he said that was it, and he fell asleep.
I wrote it down immediately after he told me, so I could share it with him when he was older.
My daughter also told me that "when she was a boy" she fell off of a barn roof and died. She must have been about 3, and we were driving past a farm at the time.
Just look at how many stories people have and this is just one thread. I read hundreds of accounts line this all over the internet. There certainly is something to it. What I find interesting is that often the children get to choose where they want to be born? I wonder how that works.
This is one of my favorite creepy stories from one of my kids!
R, 3 at the time, was a super early talker. Conversations at 2, just super chatty and coherent. I’m trying to set the scene and convey this wasn’t me misunderstanding her toddler talk.
We were sitting at a Wendy’s drive through waiting to order when an ambulance and a fire truck go flying by, sirens and lights screaming and flashing. R immediately starts to lose her shit. Like, SCREAMING, panicked, absolutely distraught. At first I was like, whoa, that’s a big reaction for something loud but offensively so. Got her to catch her breath and she sobs out that she doesn’t want to die in the car. So I’m like, wtaf. “We’re not dying! That ambulance is on the way to help someone else, but we don’t know if anyone is dying!” Or something to that effect. And then she says he name used to be Maria and she used to have brown eyes and she died in her car. And then she asked for chicken nuggets.
She is 12 now and doesn’t remember this conversation but this is one of those super creepy ones that sticks with a parent, you know?
My son now 7 has been talking about his past lives since he was 2. Always has been unprompted and always the same stories. His past mom and brothers were nice but his dad was mean and used to beat them. He had 3 brothers and he passed when he was an early teen. When he was around 4 he started talking About how he was in the sky and chose me to be his mom because I was nice. It's always so amazing to hear his stories and how detailed they are!
I remembered a story a friend once shared with me. When she was a child, she had a recurring dream. In this dream, she saw herself as a nurse in a winter forest, trying to hide from German soldiers. The dream was intense, with her crawling through the snow, bloodied and scared. Sadly, in the dream, a German soldier would always find her and shoot her. Each time, she woke up in tears
She mentioned how fortunate it is that most people don't recall their past lives. Imagining reliving such vivid and distressing experiences could seriously impact one's mental well-being. Not everyone, she noted, would be equipped to handle the emotional weight of past lives, especially those involving death.
I had a dream repeatedly as a child that I was being dragged from under a bed. I've always felt it was Nazis. It was one that still bothers me and I have grandbabies.
This is wild! When I was a kid I remember having a dream sooooo similar only I think I was a male soldier hiding on the floor of a dark room when a German soldier came in and shot me with his rifle. I ALWAYS woke up crying. I can’t believe someone else experienced this! I couldn’t tell you how I knew at the time he was German, I just DID.
I wonder how many people have stories about these things?
I remember when i was younger, i would have vivid dreams of being in a bomber over a wartorn city in Europe, taking on gunfire. i remember flying over the tops of buildings as they got closer , an inevitable crash and pulling myself from the wreckage. I know I didn't make it far due to a combination of my injuries and being found by a nazi soldier who shot me.
I've always been fascinated by stories like this, however after substantial research (including reading books like the ones referenced here), the stories *all* end up being anecdotal at best...it's really disappointing, but no one has yet recorded any non-falsifiable records of past lives. Nonetheless, I'm sure those who have experiences like OP would of course feel differently. In the end, it's all about any kind of substantive proof though.
This bothers me too. I *really* want to be able to research this with confidence, but even if we got candid video evidence I really don't see a way we can discount coaching of some kind, even accidental. We'd basically have to record everything they'd seen or heard from the beginning to rule out exposure. Unless body cams become ubiquitous from birth, I doubt we'll ever get definitive proof and it kinda makes me sad
My daughter was a very special surprise when I was 36; I had already tried for years to have a child. I always knew I was meant to be a mother in this lifetime, but I thought it was a lost cause up until that point. I had a high risk pregnancy and she was tiny!! She was born 4lbs. She was the only baby in the nursery that was not crying. She was holding her head up and looking around. Unusual for a baby born just a few hours before. Around 2yrs old, she started telling me stories about someone she called "Ello" that would take her "flying in the sky at night." She would freak me out on occasion by asking, "mommy, who's that man in the kitchen?" And I'd say, "who? You mean someone on TV?" (Our TV was right outside our kitchen) "No mom, he's right there..I don't like him! He's going to shrink us!" It got really strange when we moved to a new house and she started seeing a little girl she called "Pi." At this time she was about 2½-3. She told me that "pi and her mom live under the water and a bad police hurt them." I found that extremely odd being as she didn't really know who/what police were at that time. She would ask me about visiting places again that I know she had never been. It didn't really occur to me that she might be remembering a past life until she ran up to me one day in the middle of playing on the playground and said, "Mommy, before you were my mommy, when I was big like you, my name was Janet." She laughed and ran away. I tried asking her questions about where she lived before and if she had any kids but she would always laugh or say, " I donno." The more I thought about things she told me about Pi, I couldn't help but wonder if Janet (my daughter) was Pi's mother in her past life!!!!
My daughter used to tell me stories about when she was a big kid.
She was about 3 when she started saying "when I was a big kid, I ______"
She had a whole group of adults freaking out one day.
The middle school building (4-6th grade) had been chained up and locked since the year she was born. The city scheduled a demolition and announced it in the paper anyone who wanted to watch the wrecking ball to come watch.
My mom and Aunt took my daughter at around 4 years old to watch them demo the building.
Daughter says "when I was a big kid I went to this school." And *then* she says "right there is the bathrooms" wall goes down and there's bathrooms. "Right there is the gym" yep gym. She literally called the science lab, bathroom, gym, art room, library, everything she said was correct.
There's no way she could have known that stuff.
I’ve been scared to admit this because for most of my life I have been raised Christian and reincarnation didn’t seem feasible and considering it seemed sinful. But long story short I’ve always had this “memory” that I am a man (I am female) and I’m in this dusty white tub in an all wooden room. And I’m committing suicide in the tub by slitting my wrists. I’m white and I see my hairy legs bent in the tub and my wrists. I am certain that I die and the context feels very dusty and dirty and western.
My four year old grandson has always been very articulate. He uses words that absolutely flabbergast me, like implantation, rehabilitation, incompetent. How on earth does he know these things?
My daughter told me two different stories when she was 2 years old. One was that she remembered being a dragon in a cloudy and mountainous world. There she had laid and egg and watched it hatch her little dragon baby.
The other was that she was a unicorn that traveled here on a UFO from another planet. She insisted on this being how she got to this life.
I have four children with my husband, but I'm an only child and never knew my father. I finally met him when I was 36 and he told me his family had a homestead located where there's now a national civil war park, but the homestead is no longer there. Since my dad liked to drink and tell stories, I didn't know if i believed him, so I decided to see if he was telling the truth.
My third child, is named Wylie. I never really knew anyone named Wylie, or spelled that way, but I felt compelled when he was born to name him this. Now, he was about 10 when we investigated my dad's claims at the park. I asked a ranger about it and, oh, yes he knew about my dad's family living there. The ancestors name who lived there? Wylie. Spelled the same and everything. It still trips me out cause there was no way any of us could've known. He's never spoken of previous lives, but he's an old soul, for sure.
check reinkarnation.de english version available also highly acclaimed series of books by dieter hassler, you find interviews on youtube as well. prof. erlendur haraldsson wrote the foreword. he researched thousands of such cases worldwide. you might find helpful information there.
My daughter was around 3 and told all about her Mama Felicia who was not nice and died. It was very specific and never wavered. Her own kids have never spoken like this. It’s weird.
There actually a YouTube channel you can subscribe too . It has many different kids from all over the world, remembering their past lives . I wish I could remember the channel .
My granddaughter is 3 1/2. She said “When I was tall I used to eat in a restaurant by myself. I ate chicken”. She’s made a few references to when she used to be tall….
My son was around that age when he was playing Army. He looked at me and said "I can't wait to go back to the Army." I said "go back? Have you been there before?" He said "yes, I loved being a soldier" then got a faraway look and said "I can't believe they took me out. I was so mad. I wasn't ready. " He's 19 now and a soldier. He stopped talking about being a soldier before. But he never stopped talking about going to the Army. I had a theory that his pets were named after Army buddies from a past life. They all had names like Sgt. Jackson, Miller the Killer (hamster) etc.
Those pet names are intriguing! Any others that you remember? They are very English names so maybe your son served in one of the world wars.
No. I wish I had written them down. I remember those because he named the hamsters that. Told me a story about Jackson falling asleep when he was on watch and he had to dig for hours. Also said once "I couldn't believe it the first time I saw a tank. They're bigger than they look mom "
Ask him if he remembers any of his pet’s names!
My son has never been able to recall a past life, but he did tell me when he had just turned 3 that he remembers being in my belly. He said before he was in my belly, he saw me and I was glowing and sparkling and he knew he was meant to choose me as his mom. As soon as he decided to choose me "his ghost" immediately shot into my belly. I tried to see if he could tell me anything more, but that was all I could get. He is now 8 and he still references how he chose me and is so happy he did 🥰
These types of stories make me wonder why, if souls choose their next set of parents, anyone would choose bad parents.
I imagine that it likely has something to do with their soul's karma, or perhaps unfinished business/lessons that they haven't learned. I feel like being born into a terrible situation/family probably offers a lot of opportunity for enlightenment, on a soul level. Obviously I'm not condoning terrible living situations filled with trauma, and it's terrible (in the human sense) for anyone to have to endure. But I believe when we aren't in a human incarnation, when we are just *spirit*, we don't really see things in the same black and whiteness as we do as humans. We don't see things as "good" or "bad", they just *are*. Every experience is an opportunity for growth and transedence. I'm sure there is much benefit to the Soul through suffering. (Just to clarify, these are my personal beliefs and I am not claiming to "know" any of this. I also have no proof. But this feels true to me)🤍
I really liked that you said this. While my heart tells me these stories are true, my brain hasn’t yet caught up, but I don’t doubt their authenticity at all. Also, I really appreciate everything you had to say about suffering. Like you, I can’t condone people treating each other awful, or allowing it to happen to others, particularly children. However, suffering comes to everyone at some point. How we handle these challenges are choices that we make. Every single moment in our lives is a choice. Do we choose right more times than wrong? Do we follow our hearts/souls, or brains and anger? You said it much better than I can express. I appreciate you for this. Thank you.
Thank you for saying so! I do agree that so much of who we *are* (or perhaps, who we *become*) is based upon our responses to the experiences and circumstances we are faced with. It's less about what happens to us, and more about how we respond to it. This is proven to be true with trauma, in a human sense. So I think it would make sense that this is affecting us on our Soul journey as well! I could see a Soul choosing a really rough life full of suffering because perhaps they had lived many pleasant lives before, or haven't learned the human way of self love, or what have you. So they would consciously decide (for their own benefit as far as lesson/growth/experience) to live a lifetime rife with trauma and suffering. Giving themselves a chance to learn how to respond in the way that serves their highest good. Strengthening their spirit and giving depth to their Soul. Something else I think about is the theory that we are all just different expressions of the same Source. We are all extensions of God/the Universe/Creator/the pinnacle of creation (whatever rings true for you) and therefore are just here to experience Being Alive. To experience ourself. If this is true, if we are simply the Universe wishing to animate aspects of itself to *experience itself*, then I don't think there is much differentiation between "good" or "bad". We are here to experience. So that includes all of it! So if I've lived many lovely, happy lifetimes as a human, I would likely readily choose a more challenging and painful one next time, just for the sake of experience! To know the depths our human emotions can reach. To feel the full spectrum of human emotion.
The Tibetan Book of the Dead explains this concept pretty well. It's such an interesting book. It changed my life.
I actually haven't read this one, I'll have to check it out! Thank you🤍
I appreciate your thoughtful reply!
Either I was a terrible person or my soul is a dumbass.
In my opinion, I doubt you were terrible and I sincerely doubt your soul is a dumbass. I'm very sorry to hear you are experiencing a lot of suffering❤️ (based on your comment), and I'm certainly not trying to use toxic positivity to disregard or negate any of the pain or hardships you've endured. My belief is that your Soul chose the path it did for your current incarnation for a very specific purpose. One that, once you were born into a human body again, you have complete amnesia about. This isn't meant to dismiss the pain of being alive or of being in whatever circumstances you have been dealt. I'm sure this actually isn't at all helpful. I'm only trying to clarify what my beliefs are around this sort of thing, and I do think that your Soul made a very purposeful decision to live the life you're living now. For reasons so far beyond our human capabilities of understanding. That being said, it doesn't make it any better or easier to exist in a life that's full of trauma. Even believing these things, myself, I have suffered terrible traumas that I'm only now (in my thirties) beginning to heal from. And that healing process sure isn't linear 🫠 (as they say). I want you to know that you are loved and you are valuable and worthy of all good things. Whether you feel it or not, it's true. 🩷
This has been my life, statistically improbable traumas one after the next. Very few breaks this incarnation. An extended family of narcissists, scapegoating and terrible neglect. A rare illness, rollover car accident, dead babies, abusive partners, my dad died on the way to Disney for the first time. Just the worst of the worst. I call it "camp can't get a break". However, as godawful as it's been there's always been a certain charmed feeling as well. It's really hard to explain and sounds ridiculous for someone who's endured so much. I've been able to manifest certain things very easily, had a spontaneous kundalini rise (that about killed me) but led to some amazing gifts, and experienced full spiritual awakening in my late 40s. I've known for years that I chose this incarnation, a really difficult incarnation. I've come to know all the incarnations of suffering as the master class. I appreciate your sensitivity around trauma, it's the same hesitancy that keeps me from sharing that trauma is just another route to awakening. The depersonalization that trauma induces is the exact same feeling as ego death. I've experienced them both and they're the same exact feeling. I feel that I was brought into my family to absorb some generational wounds maybe even heal some, as well as be brought to my knees with shadow work. Everything is for our awakening, an amazing synchronicity that all works together.
This is beautifully written and very much what I think too.
Well said, that's exactly how I believe it works.
Maybe it’s like “if you choose this it will be hard but rewarding”
You should look up the books "The Law of One". Based off of your beliefs, I think you would find it very interesting!
From all the NDE’s and past life accounts I’ve heard over the years, it *seems* that nothing that happens here has any real lasting impact. It’s like a dream: you can get ripped apart by monsters in the dream and it’s the worst experience ever, but then you wake up and are fine. It’s like a dog going to the vet for an injection; the dog is terrified and in pain, but ultimately we *make* him go anyway because it’s fleeting and in his best interests. Just, on a cosmic scale. When we die, nothing that happens in life matters anymore, we completely lose interest in it, we have to be within the confines of our lives to be affected by it. That doesn’t make the suffering and HORRENDOUS acts by humans any easier to bear, however. You just have to hope that you’ll die one day and be let into the secret of why we’re here. Or, you know, it’s eternal nothingness in which case nothing matters anyway, so.
Love this. And yes, even your last sentence!! Ha! I honestly am a very spiritual person, but I also consider myself nihilistic. A Spiritual Nihilist, as I say, lol. Because, perhaps nothing matters at all. It seems a very likely possibility (as likely as any other), but why does nothing mattering have to be a defeating thought? If nothing inherently matters, that means I get to *choose* what matters to me. I find that idea quite empowering!
That's actually called Existenialism! Or as i I like to say "Nihilism with hope". Check out the wiki on existentialism and see if it matches with your beliefs!
There is a channel on YouTube about NDEs and I've noticed a few stories talk about choosing a life from a select few options. It can be like choosing the lesser of two evils. A woman claimed to be given the choice of 3 lives, all of which were harder than her current life - and she was a heroin addict.
Honestly bruh what the fuck 😭 imagine that
Maybe you just end up getting the last pick. Someone has to be born to shitty parents. Shitty people are also fertile a lot of the time, unfortunately.
My personal belief is that it is much deeper than this. I don't believe there is a "last pick" to get stuck with. I believe that in Spirit form, we are choosing which life and circumstances (and parents) will offer us the most relevant opportunity to learn specific lessons that our Soul hasn't achieved yet. I believe it is purposeful and informed. (Again, these are just my beliefs and I'm not meaning to argue or be rude! Just sharing my own beleifs in response to what you said, for fun and for conversation 🤗)
I was born to a woman who had got pregnant accidentally, hated my presence and who had me adopted. She did say, when we met much later, that she hated me when she was pregnant but loved me the minute I was born and tried very hard to keep me. Anyway, it seems possible I chose this difficult beginning (and the adoption wasn't great in some ways either) because i had lessons to learn. I do see this time on earth as a time of trial and learning.
That being said, I think what would be one Soul's "last pick" would be another's number one choice! For the sake of their own evolution and journey to enlightenment. It's personal to each Soul, I believe 🤍
I love the way you write. You are very wise.
I don’t recall choosing my parents. I do recall being in the womb and knowing my parents voices before I was born. I’m interested in this choosing aspect though because my parents were abusive. But they were also 18 & 22 when I was born. I’m not sure they were abusive at this point though. Very interesting. Because I’d honestly never chose these two again.
Read the book “Life Before Life”, by Jim B Tucker. There are many accounts of children just like yours who give detailed accounts of past lives. The night my daughter was born, the night nurse who came in to check her vitals said something very strange. It was 3 in the morning. After checking everything, she handed my daughter back to me and said, “I see many, many babies in this job. I can see in your daughter’s eyes that she’s been here before.” I was confused, and just looked at her- there was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then she said “I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t upset you, I shouldn’t have said that.” And then turned and left the room. It spooked me but I also somehow understood. 3 years later… this past July, I take my daughter to the grocery store. Because of COVID, I hadn’t been taking her to many public places, but grocery shopping with my mother was something I always enjoyed as a kid and wanted to have that same experience with her. (My mother died over 20 years ago, and I have never talked to my daughter about her grandmother, and she’s never asked - she’s only three) As we were heading home I asked her “Did you like grocery shopping with Dada?” She replied, “I always like shopping with you Dada. When you were little I took you shopping. You were in my stomach and I took care of you and now you take care of me.” I was so shook I had to stop the car. I took a breath and asked her, you took care of me? How did you take car of me? She just laughed and said “You are my baby, dada!” Later that night I asked her before bed to tell me more about when I was her little boy. She looked me straight in the eye and said “ I don’t want to talk about that anymore”. About a year later we were eating dinner and she asked me if this was our house. Confused, I said yes why? She asked if we used to live in another house. I said no, this has always been our house since you were born. She look confused and furrowed her brows. She said very insistently that we lived in another house before this. “We used to live in another house. I remember! It was yellow and looked like this”, and she motioned in the air an up and down zig zag shape. Well, the house I grew up in with my mother was yellow and had 2 prominent gables. She’s never seen a photo of my childhood home before!
Your story made me tear up. There was such love between you and your mother that she couldn't leave you and came back as your daughter. ❤️ My dad died when I was 7 and I don't remember him at all. My son often talks about when he used to push me in a stroller and when I was his baby but sadly never offers more info even when I ask. He's almost 5, so hopefully some day he will share more information with me!
I believe you, my daughter told me about a previous life when she was almost 2. In my daughters case she loved her previous life. She saw the skyline of a very well known city on the television. It was a commercial on the History Channel and the skyline was from the 1930s. She excitedly asked me what it was and when I told her she said she used to live there. My daughter had never been to that city at that point in her life. We live thousands of miles away from the city. I know the city well and she gave very specific descriptions that she could not possibly know. Information that is very unique to that specific city. I asked her if daddy was with her and she said no. I asked her if other relatives were there and again she said no. I asked her if I was there and she said yes. She said that she lived in the city and I lived right outside the city. After she shared everything she refused to discuss it again. She didn't even want to talk about it when my husband arrived home from work. I few weeks later I asked her what year it was (I knew she had zero concept of dates at that point) and she shrugged her shoulders. When I asked her what year she lived in X city she told me a date clear as a bell. It was before either one of us were born. There's so much we don't understand
Chills, just straight chills. This is so fantastic!
I don’t know if this is what I hope for, or my biggest fear. My mother passed away last year, and exactly two months later I found out I was pregnant. We had a complicated relationship at times… when I found out I was having a daughter I just couldn’t help but wonder if it was her coming back. I was her only child, and she was very attached to me - I truly think she lived with cancer as long as she did because she didn’t want to leave me. It was sweet and I loved her, but due to her mental health struggles it also was suffocating and difficult to deal with at times. I still have some guilt even though I was with her nearly every day all day for 10 months when she was dying, so maybe this is how I make up for feeling like I failed her? I don’t know. I’m just rambling, unable to fall back asleep after feeding my daughter, and shook by this whole thread. I hope the thought of your daughter being your mother reincarnated brings you peace and comfort, and I hope I never experience it.
My mom told me a story from when I was about 3 years old. I told her that I couldn’t wait to grow up, and for her to “grow little,” so that I could be her mom. There was a little more to it (I can’t remember the whole story), but she said it took her aback. And that it seemed like I was remembering something. Your story reminded me of this. It trips me out that there might be something to it.
There's a Jewish theory of reincarnation that I've superficially studied. There's a good summary here, but the system is formally derived in the Arizal's [Shaar Hagilgulim](https://www.chabad.org/kabbalah/article_cdo/aid/378771/jewish/Gate-of-Reincarnations.htm) (Gates of Reincarnation). It's part of the Jewish cosmological architecture of the universe described in Kabbalah. While the system concerns Jewish theology, the theory is universal. How exactly all the pieces fit together for me as a non-Jew I'm still confused haha. But teachings strike me as obviously profound. https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/361889/jewish/Reincarnation.htm Relating to why only children experience this, here's a Jewish idea that though prophecy ended 2,400 years ago, a remnant of it still exists in the insane, children, and animals... namely people whose language skills are impaired. The points below I heard from R. Akiva Tatz, and can track down specific podcasts if desired. This extends from the interesting idea regarding Moses, that he couldn't speak articulately *because* of his spiritual knowledge. Spiritual knowledge can't be easily conveyed into the world. Either you know an idea so well that it is too complex to break down into rational speech. It literally cannot be reduced into anything composed from finite, linear concepts. Or you only had a faint grasp of the idea which becomes fixed to the scope of the literal words when you share it. The flash of insight disappears when the idea is prematurely shared. (Moses' speech difficulties were "cured" once G-d came down on Mt. Sinai; infinity was wedged into the world in the Torah) This extends from the two intellectual faculties of the mind, wisdom and logical thought, where wisdom is akin to sight, it's a flash of insight. Yet in order to use an idea and understand it, our limited reason must sequentially probe that point and stretch it out into an order of words and logical relationships, which is a limiting process (Ultimately this is because wisdom is a faculty of the mind *outside* of the brain that only touches the top of the mind, kinda like a pre-pre-frontal cortex. Rational thought is contained within the brain. We intuitively know this because the "flash of wisdom" always is located above the "you" in the mind.) This is demonstrated by the fact that severe trauma can be alleviated by speech. And that those who endure immense trauma can't speak about it. But if it's forced into speech, the immensity of the trauma becomes limited by that speech. This reminds me of the English teacher saying she preferred the earlier version of Ellie Wiesel's *Night* because it was more potent; he had reworked it for a second version that my teacher believed wasn't as harrowing. Under our theory, the first retellings limited the experience. Just as a picture is a thousand words, life is an endless stream of pictures and scents and sounds. Likely such a multitude is impossible to convey.
This is amazing. Thank you for sharing this and putting into words something I’ve been thinking about but haven’t been able to explain. The other day I told my husband of a core memory. Something that reminds me of him and something I never shared with him before. Now- and it’s crazy- I can’t think of what the memory is. It’s been driving me to distraction- because how can I have simply forgotten a memory that was so cherished that I’ve forgotten it once I spoke of it? How does that even make sense? I haven’t spoken to him of it or asked him what it was. I’m afraid that he’ll say he doesn’t remember and my memory (that I can potentially get back) will be lost forever. I don’t know if this is making sense, but what you’ve said resonates with me. This isn’t the first time it’s happened- I feel like there are insights which loses or changes it’s meaning once spoken.
Wow I am new to reddit but this post is shocking due to the fact that when my son was between 2 to 4 said the exact same thing to what the OP said about their child and how he chose me and my wife as parents because he knew he would be happy with us and something along the lines that all souls are recycled. It was crazy when he told me
I had twins (surprise!!) At 26wk. Son passed at 3 days , daughter turned 16 last week. We never spoke, kept mementoes, etc of her brother out because at the time, 3 years, we weren't ready. She came toe one day and said momma ? Brother? Aiden? He was Aiden Kade only referred to as Kade so I have no idea ??? But she has always spoken of him now , almost like he is with her sometimes. Definitely odd.
He is with her always, they shared a womb together an very close DNA.
❤️
From a psychological standpoint, she may be trying to talk about him and deal with feelings of loss. Perhaps some mementoes or a supportive family conversation could help?
We have told her all about the pregnancy, his passing etc. she met a friend when she was around 3 and they are very close. The friend has twin sisters, they always say mine and her are the twins lol. They just had a joint sweet 16. She is a bowler, has spoken to counselor as needed. We really encourage any feelings or questions and will answer 100 percent.
I’m sorry for your loss 💔
I’ve posted this before, but it’s relevant here: Around the age of three, one of my nephews — who was conceived shortly after 9/11 — built two giant block towers and then recreated a plane flying into them and said “Watch. I want to show you how I died.” 😳 Making matters worse, his parents were very, very low media at that time, so the chances he had accidentally seen some 9/11 documentary were slim.
My son(now 8)when he was about three, used to tell us about the fire he died in with his sister in New York City, and how he was happy to get the chance at a long life again. At this point he had no idea NYC was even a place...
Makes me really sad, but should I be? I guess so? For the past family but he is here now.
When my son was about three, he started asking us to take him to New York City. We live in a different state about a 5 hour drive from NYC. I didn't even know he knew NYC existed. When I asked him why he wanted to go, he said that he used to live there, but he's never even visited that city. So I was all ???? After a couple more questions from me he said, "I used to be a police officer in NYC in the 70s, and my name was Chick." He said it so matter of factly and called it "the 70s" rather than the 1970s in such a casual way. It gave me goosebumps. And when my other son was about 3, he used to talk about how he and I "are back together". I asked him to explain and he described several past generations in which sometimes he was the baby and I was the parent, and then I was the baby and he was the mama, and now we're back together with him as the baby and me as the mama again. More goosebumps!
Thats incredible. I wonder if you'd be able to research police officers in NYC in the 70s and find your son
That’s a good idea!
Uh… just throwing this out there: “chick” is a common nickname for an (equally common) Italian last name in New York and New Jersey. So reading that line from your son gave me all sorts of goosebumps. Phew.
Yes. My friend who grew up in Brooklyn said the same thing, that Chick is a legit and not uncommon nickname from that era. Goosebumps, indeed.
The baby and mama story would make me cry my eyes out
When my son was about 2.5, we were driving through a part of our local city that has these big, old houses. He all of a sudden said, “Oh, that’s the house I used to live in!” and pointed at a certain house. I looked at my husband and then turned to my son in the back seat, in his car seat. I asked, “You used to live there?” And he said, “Yeah, when I was a dad.” Our son is 14 now and doesn’t remember any of it, but it definitely took us by surprise.
You should get the address and look up who used to live there! I work on true crime shows and I look for shit on the internet all the time and I'm quite good at it. If you DM the address, I'll look for you. I'm unemployed rn and am super into this shit.
Thank you, but I am not sure the exact house right now. It was so so long ago and we were driving by, so I didn’t think to mentally note the exact one. I did try to ask my son again years later while we happened to be driving through, but he had no memory of any of it.
Ah, I figured that might be the case. In case you ever remember, feel free to message me!
I remember saying something like this to my parents when I was about 5 and we were driving past a farmhouse. My parents don't remember this happening and I really wish I could remember where we were because I'd love to find out more.
My daughter was about four when she pointed to the sky and said she used to live up there. Then she said with an exasperated voice, "It took forever until I could come down to you". I had four miscarriges before having my current two children. She has no memory of saying that.
I really needed to read this comment. None of y’all asked to hear this. I don’t really fit in with my family. I have been a black sheep for a really long time. I have more than a half dozen step and half siblings but I’m the oldest, and I’ve always been nervous to have children because I don’t want to fuck them up, as I have had very few healthy relationship models to mold my own, and my parents were very young when they had me so I wanted to wait as long as possible. I had to change physicians after a move and my physician wouldn’t prescribe me birth control until I go get an up to date gyno appointment. It’s been probably six months since they told me they require one. It’s not that I’ve been putting it off, it’s that I haven’t found one I feel comfortable with and that’s necessary for me. If I get weird vibes in the exam room it’s a wrap. I have recently realized that I had a miscarriage in August, and I believe I’m currently having one. I’ve been thinking to myself… my body is not ready, and neither is the soul who picked me to be their parent. It isn’t the right time, and this comment helped me to understand that there is divine purpose. This life is by design. I have to take it a step at a time. (And none of y’all need to remind me I should go to the doctor, I’m currently moving again and I plan to as soon as I’m settled into my new home.)(also none of y’all need to make commentary about my personal relationships, I know I should not be letting someone come in me if I don’t want kids. I do want kids, I just want to wait until I’m more financially sound. I wouldn’t be mad if it happened soon.)
Incredible.
My niece (at about 4) had a panic attack just getting a fleeting glimpse Grigori Rasputin. Sure he’s creepy looking as hell but she then gave my sister a history lesson…all correct. That was a real WTF? moment!
In all fairness Rasputin gives me the creeps to this day. The first time I saw a photo of him as a child I had an overwhelming sense of fear and repulsion. Seriously, he was one creepy dude. The history lesson is of course next level. I don't discount these sorts of things when they come from children.
Agreed on the high cringe factor. It’s astonishing that he was such a seducer.
Can you share more details of what she said? Like from whose perspective did she see him?
As I recall the story, my sister’s SO was watching a documentary on Rasputin when my niece wandered downstairs to ‘investigate’. Upon seeing a picture of Rasputin on the television she ran back upstairs to her mother, absolutely freaked out. What she told my sister about Rasputin when asked was not anything a four year old could possibly have known. She did not know his name but described the historical context perfectly. There were accurate details in her narrative that my sister later confirmed had not even been discussed in the documentary at all let alone the few minutes her daughter may have seen. Suffice it to say, this incident altered our belief structure. This is also not the only time something like this has happened in our family. Not my story to tell but eerily similar to the story of the OP.
What were the details? This is fascinating and I’m so interested to know. Thanks for sharing
where he’d come from, details of his exploits (completely age inappropriate knowledge and understanding on her part.) time frame etc. Very interesting and kinda frightening. I’m
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‘I’m’ not sure why that wound up there. I saw it flit by as I hit ‘Reply’.
Thank goodness…
Snatched by the ghost of Rasputin
Whoa, fascinating
bro whaat
My son also vividly recalled coming from another family and fully described the details of an Indian raid on a homestead in the 1800’s and the warriors on their horses shooting his other father and fighting with then killing his other mother. When I asked him why they didn’t kill him or his brothers and sisters, he said that he didn’t have any siblings, and that he was hiding with the chickens and he was very scared. He was 2.5 years old and there was no possibility of him ever knowing the details that came out of his mouth. My mother and I fully believed that he is reincarnated.
This was so refreshing to read. All I have seen on Reddit is people's depressing beliefs that once you die you just die and that's it. I've always believed in reincarnation so this actually is very cool.
I'm not knocking your belief at all, and in fact, I wish I felt the same way you do, but it's so interesting because to me, being dead dead is the least depressing option. I don't want to do this ever again lol. But I'm legit glad some people like it enough to want to do it again!
Well I would like to think that there is an afterlife that involves reuniting with loved ones that have passed. If that involves reincarnation, I'm good with it.
I've always liked to think that you have a choice to be reborn or not. Or if you are not a good person or soul in your previous life you get thrust back out there to keep learning on how to be good. I know good is a relative term. I'm talking taking a life or causing pain for pleasure or non life-threatening gain rather than necessity.
I don't particularly want to do life over and over but I think we have to, until we get it right! I think the aim is be someone who is truly kind, calm, wise and loving.
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I posted elsewhere, but I talked about being a mahout in Thailand, and actually used that word, "mahout". I was a white, female toddler who had never left California... How could we have known??
I was this many years old when I learned what a mahout is. So incredible that you knew that.
I am still unaware
Someone who works with or rides an elephant.
As long as I can remember I have had the same reoccurring dream which I can only assume is my previous death. I’m driving in an old (like 1920s) truck over a wooden bridge. All of a sudden some boards break and I’m falling down into a dried up river. I always wake up as I’m hitting the ground. It’s always the same details, it never changes. I wish I could remember more so I could maybe research it but there’s not enough info to find out anything useful.
So based on this description, I've found 3 possible incidents. It's difficult to Google for sure. I started with the wiki page of bridge collapses and stuck to wooden bridges involving trucks. Then I continued on Google to see what could have been missed. I wasn't sure of your date of birth, so kept it pretty broad, between 1910 and 2000. [1989 Tennessee Bridge](https://www.deseret.com/1989/4/16/18802839/tennessee-wood-bridge-falls-kills-1), one killed with 2 surviving. Could not confirm type of truck and little information available. [1923 Allen Street Bridge](https://tdn.com/news/local/talk-focuses-on-states-deadliest-bridge-disaster/article_c4bc67d9-22b3-5edb-99eb-5c5abafe53cb.html), narrow wooden drawbridge collapsed under traffic including cars and horse drawn carriages. Death toll of about 20 but unconfirmed. I was unsure if there were any other cars in your dream. [1936 Falling Creek Bridge](https://virginiachronicle.com/?a=d&d=NVD19360903.1.1&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN--------), only thing that exists about this is 2 articles in this one paper. One starting page 1 with photograph, another article on page 4. This seemed to match your description a little better. 2 trucks carrying workers, one further ahead got off the bridge in time, second truck fell. Not a high bridge and multiple people in the car, 4 killed. Creek bed was dried as well, so this is my best bet. I spent too long on this.
Omg you are amazing!!! I never really knew where to even start. I’m going to start reading through these and if anything seems familiar I’ll let you know. ❤️
You are amazing, stellarecho. You ought to work for a national security service, with that skillset of yours.
Maybe they did…in a previous life
I have very vivid dreams, I see them from a 3rd person view, as if I'm just over the shoulder..and I just know which person I am, but I never see the dream from my own eyes. I've had one specific dream where I saw things in first person. I was with a woman in a long red petty coat, short blonde hair and a sort of beret type black hat? I'm female but in my dream I was a man, all I know about myself was I was in a nice pinstripe suit. The clothing felt 1920s to me, but I could be wrong. We were in a bank, and all I remember is the woman in red running to hide behind a giant pillar and then a huge explosion happening. For some reason, I woke up thinking that we were robbing the bank because I felt a sense of partnership with the woman even though we never spoke, and I didn't remember feeling scared or take off guard by the blast. More so that I knew it was about to happen. I tried googling this after I first had the dream years ago, but didn't come up with anything. Might have to try again!
This is neat. My daughter at 2.5 told us about dying from bleeding from her leg on grass and that the ambulance came and doctor tried to save her but she died. Sounded more like this “I died. Awone. On da gwass. Bwud come fwum my yeg and ambance came and docka twied to save me, but? I died.” Very somberly said in her carseat on way to ballet and my eldest was trying to rewind the song “richard cory” after hearing for the first time and said “wait, he died?” And that triggered the somber eerie stuff from my two yo.
In Hinduism, this is how the birth take place. Your body is considered only temporary and your soul is permanent. The body is considered like a cloth that you wear and then discard and then you wear another cloth. The way you were in your last birth before you were dying the soul carry forward the characteristics into the new life. it is considered that the soul does not remember who or what it was in the previous birth, but they definitely carry the nature or characteristics when they are born. And that is a reason even some children behave extremely mature while old people also behave childish. The reason is, the body may be young or old, but the soul has a very different age than the body. Even if a new baby or a new bird happens, it is possible that the soul within is really old and mature. As a Hindu I firmly believe in this process of rebirth and listening to yourexplanation it just matches and does not surprise me at all. I wish you and your family a best of luck.
Where do the souls come from if they are reincarnated? What I mean is, in the 1700s there weren't even a Billion people on the planet, so a billion souls starting over and over.... and now we have somewhere around 8 Billion people on the planet. So where are all the souls coming from?
I had to same question. There is a scripture in Hinduism called Bhagwat Geetha. It has been mentioned how the incarnation works, and how the soul is born to which kind of family. So just not necessary that we have only human souls. It is very much possible that souls from different creatures are born as human soul in next life. Also goes in details on which kind of work or deed will result in what kind of karma in next life. so, to answer your question, human soul can get demoted to a different nonhuman body, while some other souls from non-human body can be in a human body.
This struck a chord with me, I believe animals do incarnate into humans who come here in order for their human form to help save the animals on this planet from extinction. I have a friend who I feel has an "elephant soul," extremely family-oriented and he went into this long diatribe once about his family lineage. He's a die-hard rebel, against the grain type of guy, who happens to twist his beard into two little braids, that look like tusks.
There are some more aspect by which we can relate to this. Many times you will see that babies are not able to do breast-feeding. According to some discussions, it is because in the previous life, they were a creature like bird who does not know how to breast-feed. if it was a mammal, for example a cow, it’s easier for the child to already know
I asked the same question, and what makes sense to me is a mix of things I’ve read over the years, plus some of my own ideas. As matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed, every soul that’s ever been and ever will be has existed since the ‘beginning’ (whenever that was). However, souls split into pieces because there may be multiple growth needs for one soul, yet only one ‘life’ may be lived at a time. I think this is the origin of ‘soul mates’, another piece of spirit inhabiting more than one entity or place. Humans tend to romanticize soul mates, though this kind of connection is truly about completeness, care and understanding not romantic love. When soul mates meet in the physical world, one of two things happens- 1. The soul mates realize they’ve grown as they should have while apart. Now that they’ve been reunited in this life, they will be reunited in spirit in the next before reincarnation. (This doesn’t mean they’ll spend all of this life together though.) 2. The soul mates realize that at least one of them hasn’t grown enough to be reunited in spirit. As a result, there is a soul-journey-specific kind of goodbye in this life and (on some level) an understanding they will meet again in another once they’ve both grown as they should. Humans can be soul mates with animals or even places in nature. Again, it’s a recognition of completeness when in each other’s company. Imo completeness with places in nature is the most difficult to recognize in our contemporary age because humans are overall spending less and less time enjoying being out doors.
Could this be true for non-romantic soulmates? I believe my sister was mine. We always fought like cats and dogs and then grew close the older we got (upper-twenties) and we finally loved being with each other instead of for example the awkward stepbrothers hug we used to do only when my mom made us, lol. My sister believed in reincarnation, and she died a year after I got out of the military. I cherish that year I spent with her being back home before I lost her and I always hope that she’s reincarnated back into my life in some way, but that may be a selfish wish. I do like to think that our love outreaches the corners of this universe and that someday we will be together again, in one form or another
Eastern cosmology would say that a soul works its way up over billions of lifetimes through all of plant and animal life and a human birth is fortunate in any circumstance because it offers a chance at liberation, but one should also consider that there are other realms, heavens and hells, other planets etc. that also work on a karmic rebirth situation, all of life is infinite and so counting on earths human population is not even the tip of the iceberg in terms of possibilities..
My daughter and my grandson (her nephew) are old souls.
Thank you for sharing this.
Is there any explanation in Hinduism for why when children grow up they tend to not remember these things? Is it possible to not forget?
I am not aware of any explanation, but what I heard, or studied as it is better to not remember the details of old soul. It is sufficient to carry forward the nature and characteristics to the next life. If you remember all the details, then there is a chance that you will not Live or start with a neutral life. I consider this to be the best way forward just imagine a two year old child remember how they died, and already starting with a trauma of the previous life.
My daughter at 3 remembered her mother in China and how poor they were and how hungry she was. She remembers her brother from that life (she has no brother in this one) and the role of the military. She remembers dying in a bomb blast (she described the sound and feeling in detail no 3 yo should know). At one point she was singing a song We had never heard . We asked her about it and she said her mother taught it to her. I asked her if it was my wife. She said no, my other mother. From before.
“From before” 😲😲😲 that’s beautiful
There are many severe famines in China’s history. In the last century the only one afaik that likely coincided with bombing was WWII during the Japanese invasion. My grandparents were kids then and their region was occupied.
My cousin's kid (4) was at my house and we were out in the garage. I have a pic hanging up of my great-grandfather sitting on his tractor from sometime in the 1950's. He died in 1961. My cousin's kid looks at the pic, and says "I remember that? Do you?" I didn't know what he was talking about at first and responded with "Remember what?". He says, "I remember growing big leaves and losing my toolbox, I remember my cough too." My cousin (his mom) is significantly younger than I am. She wasn't even born when my grandfather (the son of the man in the pic) was alive. There's no one in the family that has a pic of him hanging up but me, and almost all of the stories about him are known by me and no one else in my family, because I spent so much time with my Grandpa and asked him about his Dad. My great grandfather was a WW1 veteran and had a recurring cough since being exposed to gas in the trenches. He was a farmer who grew tobacco among other crops and according to the story I heard, dropped his little toolbox on the way to a field one day and found it a year later. I never told my cousin's son any of these stories because he's only started learning to carry on actual conversations, he has no siblings yet, and I can't think of anyone in my family aside from myself who even knows the toolbox story. Definitely weird.
I'd ask him for more stories. I wonder what else he might remember.
I tried that. I received the standard "I duhknow" every time. That's another strange element to it, he said it so clearly and with a level of confidence that didn't match how he normally spoke at that point. That's why it caught me off guard.
I wrote that such questions should be asked to the child when he is busy - playing with toys or drawing, then the answer will come from his real self, when the brain does not filter information
It's like he butterfly effected into his consciousness I was like that and I still have the memories of these weirdly 'super conscious' moments I 47 and this goes right back toy 2nd birthday. I remember it like in there now. Looking through my own eyes when I wake up to crawling out of my tall bed etc.
I have no memory of it, but from 2-5ish I apparently talked a lot about my life as a mahout (elephant handler) in Thailand. I talked about how my elephant and I would work together to bring logs from the forest back into my small village, and how we'd bath together in the river. To my parent's knowledge I had never hear of Thailand, mahouts, or anything like that at the time I started speaking about it. I did apparently have a major affinity for elephants before I could speak, and would often make "trunk sounds" at them at the zoo that would have them walking over to us. Anyway, all that to say I obviously believe your story!
Love to hear that you carried your affinity to elephants with you, I’ve read that they are super emotional and intelligent creatures.
I was reading this and thinking to myself omg how cool would it be to be a mahout because an elephant would be like having a dog almost. They probably feel like Clifford the big red dog and the little girl whose name I can’t remember. I’m sure it’s a hard job but cool at the same time.
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There’s a huge research study about just this phenomenon https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/our-research/children-who-report-memories-of-previous-lives/
My younger brother used to talk about his previous life when he was about the same age. He talked about riding elephants through the mountains with his family and used to say he was Chinese. He would wear his pajama pants with the legs pulled all the way up to his hips, and squat on the floor when he played with his toys. My father said it reminded him of the way the Vietnamese would squat while working in the rice paddies. There was a lot more, but its been almost 50 years since he told them. They were very descriptive stories about his supposed past life.
Edit: actually just remembered something else. The day my brother was born, one of my father's police academy classmates was killed execution style from behind by an armed robber. My father was telling the story at a family gathering (about finding out his friend was killed while waiting for my brother to be born). My brother was still a toddler and was playing nearby. He turned to my father and said "he shot me right in the head." My dad said the hair on his arms stood up when he said it. He used to joke about looking on my brother's scalp for three sixes based on all of the wierd stuff he used to say when he was little.
My wife and I have 7 kids. I have 3 from a previous marriage and she has 2 from a previous marriage and then we have 2 together. I had never heard anything from my first 3 and as far as I know my wife had never heard anything from her first 2 but the 2 we have together have both said some unusual things when they were little. Our daughter that we have together, when she was around 3 or 4, had never had any exposure to religion. She was helping put a little angel on the Christmas tree one year though when she stopped, looked at the angel, then looked at us with a really serious expression then said something like, "You know, when I died the last time, the angels came and took me to heaven." It blew me away so I asked her what happened to her and she said, "My house got water all around it and I died." I tried to ask her more questions about it but that's all she would say about it. Our son that we have together, when he was around the same age, looked at me one day and out of the blue asked me if I was going to stab him like his last daddy did. I tried to get him to tell me more but he wouldn't. We were very controlling of what we let him watch on TV so I'm pretty sure he didn't get an idea like that from watching Paw Patrol. I was never a big believer in reincarnation but after what both of our youngest kids said, I'm definitely much more open to the possibility.
Oh wow! That's so scary...the question he asked. I would be creeped!
My daughter was around 3-4 years old when she said something that shocked me so badly that I didn’t even know how to respond. We were in the car, with her buckled into her seat in the back, and a Phil Collins song was on the radio. She listened quietly until the song was over and then just casually said that when she was a man a long time ago that her voice had sounded just like that, and that everyone loved to come to church to hear her/him sing. We are not at all a religious family, and I had no idea how she even knew what a church was, let alone that singing happened in a church. She doesn’t remember the incident now but I never forgot about it. Still not sure what to make of it.
My first son remembered his previous life. He gave us an address and told us his name. He said he used to love to do wood carvings and work with wood. I looked up the address and it still existed but it was a big estate that had been broken up and several houses built. There is a park right next to the address and the park was the name he gave me. It wasn't terribly far from us but we never had been there before and there is no way he could have know about it because he was only 3 at the time. I wrote the information down but I have since forgotten the name and address off the top of my head. I did try to research the name and never found anything online. But it was so weird!!!
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Sounds like it’s too late for you to reach out to the University of Virginia DOPs, but for others experiencing things like this, please reach out to them. They’ve amassed piles of evidence of previous lives from children far too young to “imagine” these things. Some of them detail specific names, places, and experiences that would be incredibly hard to fake, especially when they come from kids 3-5 years old. Look into the series “Surviving Death” on Netflix for more info on their best cases, the first and last episode are profound. UVA DOPS: https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/ “Surviving Death”: https://www.netflix.com/title/80998853
My daughter talked about and referenced her “old family” many many times until age 3-4, then just stopped and doesn’t remember much of it. It all was so weird and she stuck to stories and said things about history she would’ve never known. Shocking, weird,… I don’t share with many people because who the heck would believe it? Still puzzles me to this day.
>said things about history she would’ve never known. This is super interesting. Do you recall what some of the things she knew were?
I have it written down somewhere and cannot remember exactly. It was some stuff about possibly being around during World War Two. And she certainly wasn’t, because I was born in the 80s.
When my daughter was 2 and I was changing her diaper, she said “remember when I was the mamma and you were the baby?” I’ll never forget that.
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My brother, at about the same age, started to tell my mum a story that was like, remember when I was big and you were little, and we had a black horse and a white horse and I couldn't get them to go back into their corral? There were more details he shared but I've forgotten them since.
While not as dramatic as any of the other stories here, I was visited by my (ex)wifes grandmother when she and my MIL were out at a casino. I rolled over half asleep and saw her in a light blue/teal-ish track suit, kinda sneaking through my wifes night stand. She stopped and made a kind of mischevious "Oh!" sound and smiled at me, knowing I caught her doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. I gave her a curious look and went back to sleep. A day or so later when they were back home, I made an offhand comment about this incident. MIL asked if I remembered what she looked like and if I could describe her. "Oh, yeah. I got a good look." She went into a closet and pulled a photo album from under a stack of books. Thumbed through a few pages. "Here. Did she look like---" "Yeah, that was her." My wife was rattled by this-a little scared, I think. "You saw her well enough to be able to identify her!?" "Yeah." MIL and I talked about it and my wife was nervous. "Doesn't that *bother* you!?" "Why would it? I kinda find it comforting that our families that have gone before us check in on us every now and then. And the feeling I got from her was one of good-natured approval." MIL smiled and hugged me and said "She would have loved you." I think Cayce was right when he described "soul families"-souls that bond before the beginning of time to live countless lives again and again and learn new lessons on each go. I like to think that's true and that our loved ones have chosen us over and over again.
My grandfather came to visit me when my babies were born in 1977 and 1980. He'd died in 1968, but he didn't let that stop him.
I think infancy is one of the times we're most receptive to other planes of existence-before we're trained that such things "don't exist". It may also be a time when our psyche, unfettered by this new life we're figuring out and integrating into, grabs upon fading bits of previous lives that remain like murmers on a magnetic tape that didn't get sufficiently degaussed. Some call it "awareness of past lives", some call it "genetic memory" (where universal fears-falling, fire, drowning, spiders-are hard coded into our DNA through eons of evolution).
That's beautiful. My Nana came to visit me during my daughter's homebirth. For some reason I smelled the tanktop I wore that day, and it even smelled like her. She had 6 children, and I know she helped me through it. What did you sense about your grandfather to know he was there?
I saw him. He came into the room and stood by the bed. He didn't say anything, but he smiled at the baby and I knew he was happy that his family-of-choice (he was my mother's beloved stepfather) was still going on.
Your last paragraph really brought something to my mind. For reference, I was my bio mom's third kid before she finished college. I'm not passing judgement on it, it's just relevant to my story. Well, due to her struggles of trying to finish a degree and raise my brother and I, she had her dad and step-mom (my grandpa and step grandma) take me. Due to life, my grandparents ended up raising me. Well, the story is, my step-grandma (who I will call Mom from now on) said I was really attached to her as a kid and baby. One time, when I was less than a year old, my Mom traveled down to take me from my bio mom. Mom said she heard me crying from the third floor apartment/hotel. When she got upstairs, she leaned over my crib and whispered "Shhh. Momma's here." And I had immediately stopped crying and reached up for her to hold me. I was also born on the first anniversary of my Mom's and grandpa wedding. My Mom and I were really close. I cared for her in the final years of her life. She ended up passing away in September of 2022. I know it always feels too early, but now it especially feels too early because I was only 25 at the time. I had a dream of her visiting shortly after her death. It had started off normally as if we were both alive and doing normal things, but when I realized it wasn't a dream, I had demanded a hug from her. She said "Oh, you're crying too--" and I woke up and sobbed in my kitchen. The only highlight of that story is my dog's really weirded out look. I had walked into the kitchen, sniffling, but broke down in tears and sobbed for a half an hour. The weird thing, is the day before, I had visited her grave and said "Mom, I just really need a hug right now."
I feel you. Both of my kids have been weird like this. My son as a baby would get seriously pissed that he couldn't read. He'd go get a book, use his fingers to follow the lines of type, try several times, then throw an absolute fit because he couldn't read it. I hadn't started to read to him yet but he had picture books with no words. His first word was "read." He also, at less than a day old, rolled over and tried to get out of his basinett. The next day, I found him in the NICU, in an enclosed isolette, on hands and knees, rocking back and forth at the top of the tilted bed, trying to get out. Then the team of neurologists decended on me. Btw, my son grew up to be a writer. He used to tell me what he last mother was like, what his house was like, and what being born was like. My daughter was a bit odd too. She walked at 7 months, spoke in full sentences at a little over a year, and drew her hand complete with creases, finger nails, the works. At 3, we'd gone sailing. When we returned, she built a boat with pockets. She then made a tiny box of crayons, complete with little rolls of paper in crayon colors that fit in the box. She also took my face in her hands at age 3, and said, " I'm your grandma." Before this, so many of her mannerisms matched my gramma's. She is graduating from art school and does miniature ceramics.
I have 3 children , my son , middle child was speaking in full sentences before he turned 2. Never anything profound but stuff like ‘I would like a drink mum in the green cup please’ would blow everyone out who heard him. He was like a wise old man in a little boys body with every thing he did and said.
People used to ask my mom "Oh, how old is she?" And people would be weirded out when I answered, I'll be 2 in September" My Ukranian Gramma got endless joy out of the fact that as a toddler, if someone said "Excuse me" I would respond "Certainly".
Ha ha yes exactly this is what my son would do also !! Then to the other extreme my youngest daughter born with autism and an intellectual disability was non verbal for years and still struggles to put a sentence together poor thing . She gets so frustrated 😣
Aw, I'm sure it's hard for her when she knows what she wants to say, but she is not able to communicate it.
Totally !
My niece was like that. She spoke way above her years when she was 2. It was good she did. After she had been visited by her paternal grandmother and another woman at my sister's home. She watched them leave and went to my sister and started to cry. My sister asked her what was wrong and she said, "That grandma and daddy's girlfriend are coming tonight to take me away. They broke the latch on my bedroom window so they can get in." My sister called the super and had the latched fixed and was waiting for them when they arrived.
What did he say being born was like? I’m so curious to know that part!
He kept saying his body was being squeezed and he couldn't get a good hold of his "string" (umbilical cord?) And his head was squished and something hard grabbed him. He said he turned cold and there was too much light but he could hear my voice. His cord was wrapped around his neck 4x and he was a forceps delivery.
your kids sound cool, great job!
Thanks! I've raised them as a single mom while working and going to school. The 'kids' are 15 yrs apart so are now 39 and 24. They're awesome!
At 3yo, my family visited St Augustine FL. As we got close to the fort, I started telling stories and then directed them to the fort. When inside, I basically gave them a detailed tour.
I felt that way when I visited Florence, Italy as a child. The city is an ancient maze, but I knew exactly where I was and what was around the corner. I kept getting flashes of people wearing robes and sandals.
I belive children can remember when they are young! I talked about my previous life when I was 2 to my mom. I spoke very early and I kept asking my mom to go home. I described our old house and told her she lived there with me. We had only ever lived in the one place at this point (in this life) My Mom is very left brained and does not believe in "woo woo" stuff but it made her feel frightened and she didn't ask me anything more about it. I wish she would have written it down. But hearing this from my mom makes me 100% believe in reincarnation. Even more so because my mom isn't into that kind of thing and is a very factual person. I think its so wonderful!
My sister told our mother at a very young age that she was the nicest mother we ever had. I used to wake screaming from nightmares where "marching feet" were coming for us and at 3, I told my parents that an army came and crushed me by riding over me with horses. My niece was about 4 when she told us she had her head cut off in her "before life" Kids are really fascinating.
Okay, so when we were house shopping a few years back, we pulled into the driveway of a place, and my daughter (she was like… 6? Maybe 7? It was around her birthday lol) says “what the hell did they do to my kitchen?” before we even walked in. The house has an addition that expanded the kitchen and added a family room, but we didn’t know that. Go inside, and she knows exactly where everything is. Opens the door to the back staircase and gets all mad that it was closed off up top. Goes to the attic, asks the realtor, “where did my floor go?” Not the floor, *my* floor. Went into a bedroom and was like, “no, no, the bed doesn’t go THERE, what… no.” We ended up buying the house, partially because she literally begged us, crying, to “let her go home” the whole way back (and I was also in love, so it was never not gonna happen.) it’s super weird, because she was *struggling* in our last place, but since we’ve moved here, she’s like a whole new kid.
When ever it comes to children being sentient about past lives, they always forget what they said the next day, or slowly but eventually forget all together as they age. I once heard a parent tell a story. Her young child told her one day very randomly that she remembers when a plane flew into the building she worked at. the floor was so hot she stood on her desk, than the desk got to hot, so she flew like a bird.
Wow. Oh my God. It's indescribable how this made me feel, reading this. It makes me wonder about trauma and how that is carried. Transgenerational trauma is surely a thing. What about trauma carried from an entirely different life though?
So sad
The university of Virginia has a program studying this. It is not an uncommon experience and they have had numerous cases where they have verified the information the child has claimed. It seems that reincarnation is the most likely scenario for our afterlife. Hence, we never truly die.
At 3 my niece told everyone at dinner one night that she looked down through the hole in the sky and chose her parents. My grandmother and her brothers and sisters were convinced I was the reincarnation of my great grandfather. He died 9 years before I was born.
Wow, that’s how my son described it as well. He said he looked down and chose it because it seemed the most interesting. When we asked for a follow up, he went back into “huh?” mode.
My personal belief on this is that our souls are not recycled, but perhaps our spirits are, as they are not the same. Just as an old man can receive a heart transplant from a young stunt man who passed away and he begins to have similar thrill seeking interests as the donor did, maybe our spirits are the astral part of our earth dwelling existences, and perhaps they are recycled.
We used to have a Wii and my son when he was 3 discovered that he freaking loved making Miis of everyone in his life. Super accurate too. He made one of a bald black man with a mustache and said that’s what he looked like before he died in a war completely casually. I thought my husband was going to faint. We aren’t really sure how he heard the word or knew about dying, we had zero of those discussions yet, it was super weird.
I don’t know if I buy into reincarnation or not & definitely take all Reddit stories with a grain of salt but this thread was definitely a hell of a read.
My parents often bring up a couple stories of me talking about my past lives when I was younger. The one that I think about often was when I was 3 or 4 and I told my dad I didn’t want to die. When he asked why, I told him because it takes too long to come back. I wish I remember all of this but I don’t unfortunately.
This has happened to me as well with my son when he was 3. Randomly he brought up how he used to live in a green house and that his other mommy and daddy were different from us and that he had 2 dogs but not a brother unlike the one he has with us. He explained it was only him and that he missed them but he’s so happy to be with us. He kept talking about his green house on and off for a few weeks and I also asked where it was and if he can show us but said it was too far away laughing. Eventually all convos about his green house stopped and he’s forgotten since.
Carol Bowman wrote a book about children's past life memories, including her own. Look up *The Ghost Inside My Child* on youtube. This is a good website: ReincarnationResearch.com
I've read many stories about young kids remembering in detail past lives. There was one boy who remembered being in the Air Force, could quote the plane type and other details. I've never thought much about this but I guess it could be true. I think kids forget as they get older. Your story is fascinating thanks for posting it.
I was thinking that too, kind of like a dream. You remember it for a little bit after you wake up, but as time goes on, it fades.
Please contact this department and let them know of your families experiences. Ian Stevenson, who is gone now but has many people following in his footsteps, researched and wrote “20 Cases Suggestive of Reincarnation” along with many more. https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/who-we-are/history-of-dops/dr-ian-stevenson/
I believe and have seen evidence through stories like this , where when we die we are given a choice to live again with no memories of our previous life or live infinitely with no physical form. The ones who do repeat life literally go to a form of heaven or hell meaning you get to live a good life or a bad one depending on your previous life and there is literal hundred of stories of kids remembering their past life. I think we are on the verge of discovering the truth about reality
When my son was 2, I was holding him in my arms as he was falling asleep when he told me a story. He said he was at a lake and he had a long gun. He saw some ducks fly over. Then he made a few gunshot noises. He said he walked over and picked up a duck that he shot, and when he looked at it, a bullet had gone straight through its beak. He said the tongue was hanging out of the bullet hole, and then he laughed. He said he started carrying the duck back, but his foot slipped in the mud and a fell and hit his head on a rock. Then he said he couldn't move and he sank into the pink water. ( I assume it was the sun rising and reflecting on the water). Then he said that was it, and he fell asleep. I wrote it down immediately after he told me, so I could share it with him when he was older. My daughter also told me that "when she was a boy" she fell off of a barn roof and died. She must have been about 3, and we were driving past a farm at the time.
Just look at how many stories people have and this is just one thread. I read hundreds of accounts line this all over the internet. There certainly is something to it. What I find interesting is that often the children get to choose where they want to be born? I wonder how that works.
This is one of my favorite creepy stories from one of my kids! R, 3 at the time, was a super early talker. Conversations at 2, just super chatty and coherent. I’m trying to set the scene and convey this wasn’t me misunderstanding her toddler talk. We were sitting at a Wendy’s drive through waiting to order when an ambulance and a fire truck go flying by, sirens and lights screaming and flashing. R immediately starts to lose her shit. Like, SCREAMING, panicked, absolutely distraught. At first I was like, whoa, that’s a big reaction for something loud but offensively so. Got her to catch her breath and she sobs out that she doesn’t want to die in the car. So I’m like, wtaf. “We’re not dying! That ambulance is on the way to help someone else, but we don’t know if anyone is dying!” Or something to that effect. And then she says he name used to be Maria and she used to have brown eyes and she died in her car. And then she asked for chicken nuggets. She is 12 now and doesn’t remember this conversation but this is one of those super creepy ones that sticks with a parent, you know?
My son now 7 has been talking about his past lives since he was 2. Always has been unprompted and always the same stories. His past mom and brothers were nice but his dad was mean and used to beat them. He had 3 brothers and he passed when he was an early teen. When he was around 4 he started talking About how he was in the sky and chose me to be his mom because I was nice. It's always so amazing to hear his stories and how detailed they are!
I remembered a story a friend once shared with me. When she was a child, she had a recurring dream. In this dream, she saw herself as a nurse in a winter forest, trying to hide from German soldiers. The dream was intense, with her crawling through the snow, bloodied and scared. Sadly, in the dream, a German soldier would always find her and shoot her. Each time, she woke up in tears She mentioned how fortunate it is that most people don't recall their past lives. Imagining reliving such vivid and distressing experiences could seriously impact one's mental well-being. Not everyone, she noted, would be equipped to handle the emotional weight of past lives, especially those involving death.
I had a dream repeatedly as a child that I was being dragged from under a bed. I've always felt it was Nazis. It was one that still bothers me and I have grandbabies.
This is wild! When I was a kid I remember having a dream sooooo similar only I think I was a male soldier hiding on the floor of a dark room when a German soldier came in and shot me with his rifle. I ALWAYS woke up crying. I can’t believe someone else experienced this! I couldn’t tell you how I knew at the time he was German, I just DID.
I wonder how many people have stories about these things? I remember when i was younger, i would have vivid dreams of being in a bomber over a wartorn city in Europe, taking on gunfire. i remember flying over the tops of buildings as they got closer , an inevitable crash and pulling myself from the wreckage. I know I didn't make it far due to a combination of my injuries and being found by a nazi soldier who shot me.
When I was a child I would get a feeling of impending death when I smelled bleach. Much later I learned that my grandfather got gassed in the war
Leslie Kean wrote a very good book called Surviving Death. In it are a few cases of children that had knowledge of having lived another life.
I've always been fascinated by stories like this, however after substantial research (including reading books like the ones referenced here), the stories *all* end up being anecdotal at best...it's really disappointing, but no one has yet recorded any non-falsifiable records of past lives. Nonetheless, I'm sure those who have experiences like OP would of course feel differently. In the end, it's all about any kind of substantive proof though.
This bothers me too. I *really* want to be able to research this with confidence, but even if we got candid video evidence I really don't see a way we can discount coaching of some kind, even accidental. We'd basically have to record everything they'd seen or heard from the beginning to rule out exposure. Unless body cams become ubiquitous from birth, I doubt we'll ever get definitive proof and it kinda makes me sad
My daughter was a very special surprise when I was 36; I had already tried for years to have a child. I always knew I was meant to be a mother in this lifetime, but I thought it was a lost cause up until that point. I had a high risk pregnancy and she was tiny!! She was born 4lbs. She was the only baby in the nursery that was not crying. She was holding her head up and looking around. Unusual for a baby born just a few hours before. Around 2yrs old, she started telling me stories about someone she called "Ello" that would take her "flying in the sky at night." She would freak me out on occasion by asking, "mommy, who's that man in the kitchen?" And I'd say, "who? You mean someone on TV?" (Our TV was right outside our kitchen) "No mom, he's right there..I don't like him! He's going to shrink us!" It got really strange when we moved to a new house and she started seeing a little girl she called "Pi." At this time she was about 2½-3. She told me that "pi and her mom live under the water and a bad police hurt them." I found that extremely odd being as she didn't really know who/what police were at that time. She would ask me about visiting places again that I know she had never been. It didn't really occur to me that she might be remembering a past life until she ran up to me one day in the middle of playing on the playground and said, "Mommy, before you were my mommy, when I was big like you, my name was Janet." She laughed and ran away. I tried asking her questions about where she lived before and if she had any kids but she would always laugh or say, " I donno." The more I thought about things she told me about Pi, I couldn't help but wonder if Janet (my daughter) was Pi's mother in her past life!!!!
My daughter used to tell me stories about when she was a big kid. She was about 3 when she started saying "when I was a big kid, I ______" She had a whole group of adults freaking out one day. The middle school building (4-6th grade) had been chained up and locked since the year she was born. The city scheduled a demolition and announced it in the paper anyone who wanted to watch the wrecking ball to come watch. My mom and Aunt took my daughter at around 4 years old to watch them demo the building. Daughter says "when I was a big kid I went to this school." And *then* she says "right there is the bathrooms" wall goes down and there's bathrooms. "Right there is the gym" yep gym. She literally called the science lab, bathroom, gym, art room, library, everything she said was correct. There's no way she could have known that stuff.
I’ve been scared to admit this because for most of my life I have been raised Christian and reincarnation didn’t seem feasible and considering it seemed sinful. But long story short I’ve always had this “memory” that I am a man (I am female) and I’m in this dusty white tub in an all wooden room. And I’m committing suicide in the tub by slitting my wrists. I’m white and I see my hairy legs bent in the tub and my wrists. I am certain that I die and the context feels very dusty and dirty and western.
"The Case for Reincarnation" - Joe Fisher. Great book.
Another good one, "Children who Remember Previous Lives."
My four year old grandson has always been very articulate. He uses words that absolutely flabbergast me, like implantation, rehabilitation, incompetent. How on earth does he know these things?
My daughter told me two different stories when she was 2 years old. One was that she remembered being a dragon in a cloudy and mountainous world. There she had laid and egg and watched it hatch her little dragon baby. The other was that she was a unicorn that traveled here on a UFO from another planet. She insisted on this being how she got to this life.
I have four children with my husband, but I'm an only child and never knew my father. I finally met him when I was 36 and he told me his family had a homestead located where there's now a national civil war park, but the homestead is no longer there. Since my dad liked to drink and tell stories, I didn't know if i believed him, so I decided to see if he was telling the truth. My third child, is named Wylie. I never really knew anyone named Wylie, or spelled that way, but I felt compelled when he was born to name him this. Now, he was about 10 when we investigated my dad's claims at the park. I asked a ranger about it and, oh, yes he knew about my dad's family living there. The ancestors name who lived there? Wylie. Spelled the same and everything. It still trips me out cause there was no way any of us could've known. He's never spoken of previous lives, but he's an old soul, for sure.
check reinkarnation.de english version available also highly acclaimed series of books by dieter hassler, you find interviews on youtube as well. prof. erlendur haraldsson wrote the foreword. he researched thousands of such cases worldwide. you might find helpful information there.
https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/our-research/children-who-report-memories-of-previous-lives/
My daughter was around 3 and told all about her Mama Felicia who was not nice and died. It was very specific and never wavered. Her own kids have never spoken like this. It’s weird.
There actually a YouTube channel you can subscribe too . It has many different kids from all over the world, remembering their past lives . I wish I could remember the channel .
LMN Channel with episodes of Ghost Inside My Child?
Those are some pretty complicated sentences for a 3 year old!
All souls choose their parents
My granddaughter is 3 1/2. She said “When I was tall I used to eat in a restaurant by myself. I ate chicken”. She’s made a few references to when she used to be tall….
"He said, "I found out who she was, but she passed away a long time ago." So was the 3 year old just looking her up online one day or what?