[Rebie]

My youngest child and only son is three now. When he was born I would look at him while holding him and just felt as though I already knew him. It was in his eyes and the way he smelled. This was such a strong feeling I would literally ask him "who are you" Tell me who you are, as I would search in his eyes for the answer. He would look at me as if he could see me, even though at that age it is said to be impossible to focus. Then when he got to the point where he could see, he would look at me as if he was trying to tell me something. I feel as though he was trying to tell me who he is/was. I get the feeling that he knew me in his past life, but somehow I am still here. I havent passed on yet. Could that be? Could this be the second time I am with him in this life? Could he remember me? He doesnt really send me that message anymore. he is older now and maybe he doesnt remember.
Even though he doesnt look at me that way anymore, I do still feel like I have known him a long time. It is hard to explain the feeling.
Rebie

[deuces]

When my son was 4 ''Now dead at the age of 6'' he was watching a Egyptian show then he started crying once there was the killing of king tuk. He said nooooooooooooooo as I was looking at him I asked him why he cried he said that many centuries ago King tuk was his cousin ''Witch I dont believe but I do now'' he said that he died at 19 years old because he was murdered
by a stick witch was surprisingly correct then he said my daddy was just like you very funny and loyal I smiled then he said but
my mommy died when she was pregnant she died after I was born :[

[Vampyr]

Oh yes! I just posted one of a particular incident I had as a pre-schooler and being a victim of Jack the Ripper.

[oktor]

for a few years as a child i remembered everything, i couldn't wait to tell my new family about how I'd managed to retain my memories. unfortunately at that age i couldn't speak, good thing to as my childish desire to boast would have turned me into a freak. Then the world got interesting and it all became a dream. at about the age of 7 i realized it hadn't been a dream, all my memories where as real as the ones i had of this life.
people often think if you can recall your past lives your dwelling on fiction. i don't read fiction. i don't get into history, and i haven't tried to look myself up, theres no point, i know who i am.
as for proving it to others theres really none alive today that I'd care to impress by proving it. the ones who matter already both believe and have done it. leaping through time is a skill, whole tribes that appear to have died out over night are simply taking a trip through time. some people move through time like others move country. forward backward whatever.
hope this is a comfort to the lady who's child is no longer interested in remembering the past, where in 2007 it's a cool time to live, enjoy.

[SpiritualQueen]

Here is a vivid childhood memory of mine from when i was aged 3:

I can remember the Granada continuity announcer Charles Foster on the tv in the early 1980's. I used to point at him on the tv and say to my mum that he used to be my dad! This is really weird as we lived in Manchester and so did Charles Foster! It has only came to my attention recently after having flashbacks of it. I often wonder if he had a child that had pasted away before 1980? ( If anyone knows pls let me know ) When I look at his picture now, I have no memory of him as my dad, but I can remember remembering him as my dad in a previous life when I was 3, if that makes any sense! I wonder aswell, if this is true, have I been re-incarnated in Manchester to meet him again?... Who knows but I think that past life memories are fascinating!!! P.S I know of children who have stories of who they used to be too!!

[shimaxia]

I have a memory of going with my sister and someone who was with us was pulling us along by the hands in a rush to get the 'tram' I nealy lost my hat and my boots were tight and my coat long and I was stumbling along and my sister was crying but I rember looking overhead at the wires and seeing the sparks as the trams moved off I must have been about 4. I know when I was younger I told my mom about that and said it was in the town and that I remembered it like it was yesterday and said i'm sure it was her we were with. She would have none of it and said it was utter nonsense as there had been no lines in for a long time but the memory of them and the metal tracks in the road was so real. A past life memory maybe who knows?

[Violet]

Hi I'm new here.

I work as a hypnotherapist and often do past life regression work with clients.

Originally Posted by Anne57

Not sure if anyone else watched the recent prog. on UK TV regarding the little boy from scotland who, from a young age was telling friends and family about his previous life. It was a fasciating prog. They took him back to where he said he had lived with his parents, and was pretty accurate about the Island he said he lived on and the house where he lived.

People keep telling me about this documentary, unfortunately I missed it when it was shown on Ch5 a while back. I would be really interested in seeing
it and wonder if anyone has a copy that they would be willing to copy for me/lend to me.

By the way, what a great forum. Very interesting discussions - I look forward to getting to know everyone.

Violet

[ColdSoup]

I don't know if I ever went into specific details (I should ask my mom sometime I guess), but I do remember when I was 3-4 years old, I would always ask my mom if I could have tea. And she would always tell me "No, this is for grown-ups." I specifically remember that I would always respond to this with, "I used to drink tea when I was big."

Also, my ex's little brother would say that when he was big, he was a carpenter. Not once or twice, but would always say it.

[Chenny]

Ah, now this is an interesting topic. My grandson who is now four used to natter on about his 'other' granny with grey curly hair and his brother and dad, a mum wasn't mentioned. He says he died in a house fire with his brother and dad. He is absolutely petrified of fire, when I put the grill on he is visibly scared stiff.

I've started questioning him, I asked him how old he was when he died and he said he was 10, bearing in mind he's only four now so questioning has to be gentle but if he continues to remember as he gets older I'll start asking where and names.

I'm currently training in hypotherapy and past life regression so this could be interesting :shock:

[Mukraken]

When I was in elementary school, or perhaps earlier, I had a dream in which I was sitting cross-legged with what I many years later realized were Tibetan Buddhist monks. They were wearing robes, saffron I think. But I was wearing not a robe but rather pants of dark fur. This was in Tennessee in the 1950s, a time and place where there was little or no opportunity for a child to have the least notion of Tibetan clothing, physical appearance, etc. In fact, the first time I saw KKK people with their peaked robes, I thought, "That's what I saw in my dream, except that they were not white folks!" Much later I realized that they were Tibetans.
We were in an underground chamber or else one in a building of stone. There were two monks on one side of me and three on the other. We were waiting for some certain person to come through a doorway which faced us. There was an all pervasive sound in the air: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH. It made my teeth vibrate.
To tell the truth, I found the old men a bit frightening. Now I think about it sometimes, hoping that I will experience more illumination on it in the future.
I had a kind of reverberation of this experience later, when I was nineteen.