wholeheartedly believe in reincarnation. When I was
younger, I had a recurring dream that I was running
through a jungle, during a war. It was very vivid, with
explosions all around me and screams of men dying. I
would look down and see myself in an olive uniform,
and then I would feel a horrible pain in my head and
fall down. I always wanted to join the army, and I did
when I was eighteen. I believe that in my past life
I was a soldier who was killed in Vietnam.
When my son was two, he would come to me and tell me
a story. He would ask me, "Mommy, remember when
you died and Daddy cried?" When I asked him what
he meant by this, he told me that he, my husband and
I were in a car accident, and that I died first and
he remembered Daddy crying. When I would ask him if
he could explain it more, he said that we were in a
big old car, and I was his mom, but I looked different
than I do today. He described in detail how our car
went into a ditch, and he saw his dad crying and then
he saw a bright white light. After that, he would shrug
his shoulders and say "and then we are here now."
My son was just two when he started describing this
to me, and as I thought about the way he went into detail,
it sounded like more of a memory than a made-up story.
When I asked him why I looked different, he would shrug
his shoulders and answer "that's just the way you
were supposed to look then."
He could describe vividly the place, our clothes, what
happened to us, the type of car. It is just too much
for a two-year-old child to make up. I really do believe
that he has remembered both his and my past life.
Posted May 20, 2006