father told me that when I was almost two years old,
I came up to him and asked "When do we get to go back
to Scotland and be soldiers again?"Dad asked for more
information but I only said "You know."He encouraged
me to always let "old memories" come freely, and I did.
When my nephew was three years old, his mother died.
His father (my brother), my sister and I were in my
brother's living room, remembering my nephew's mother.
A funny memory came up and we laughed. My nephew came
up to me and said "Don't you know my mother is dead?"
I said "Yes, but we believe in heaven and we know we'll
be with her again some day. So we're enjoying funny
stories about her."
nephew thought hard for a minute and then said, "I used
to be a mechanic. But then that engine thing fell on
my head and when I woke up I was (his current name)."
My brother was upset. He is a devout Southern Baptist
and does not believe in reincarnation. My nephew grew
up in a very small southern town in which everyone is
Baptist. My brother said, "Dixie, what have you been
telling him?" I had not seen my nephew since he was
six months old. I said "You've been with me the whole
time. I haven't told him anything about reincarnation."
My brother was massively confused.
my niece was two years old, I was out to dinner with
her, her parents and my parents. Everyone was talking
at once. Suddenly, my niece fiercely said, "When I was
a little boy, I go'ed at 'Fornia!" I asked "What happened
there?" She said "You know." She had never been to California
nor had anyone in her family.
Posted Feb 4, 2013