my son Josh was just two years old and barely talking,
we were in our back yard digging post holes for a fence.
We lived in a home that had been built in the late 1800's,
back in the day when they used to bury their garbage
in the back yard. While my husband was digging, we saw
him hit some items with the shovel.
stopped, reached down into the hole and, among other
things, pulled out a small round glass jar;it looked
like a baby food jar but it had an extra half moon shaped
loop of glass attached just inside the opening of the
my husband cleared the dirt away from it, we could see
that it was an old fashioned ink well, fully intact.
Nobody said anything other than, "Hey, that's neat!"
But my two-year-old son pointed at it and said clearly,
like it was no big deal, "That's for ink."
How could he know that?
at about three to four years of age he kept asking why
we named him Josh, claiming that his name was actually
Jack. He is currently 24 and has no memory of this.
Now I have a grandson. When he was three years old,
he and I were in the living room. I had the TV on and
he was playing with his toys on the floor. Someone on
the TV said,"New York." He popped up and said
very excitedly, "New York? I used to live in New
York! And I had big muscles!" He smiled like he
was having a fond memory, then just as quickly went
back to playing.
Although I have always heard that reincarnation is not
true, I knewdeep down inside from a very young agethat
it is. Whatever I did in past lives somehow involved
airplanes.Ever since I was very young and even to this
day, whenever I see an airplane, I get a feeling like
I'm just on the tip of a memory but can't quite grasp
as a very young child I didn't have to be shown how
to play baseball or football. In the late 60's and early
70's, I was the only girl out there with all the boys.
Throwing, catching, batting and baseball strategy just
came easily to me.Even though I was a petite little
girl, the guys always made me the quarterback when we
played football because I could pass like a pro; I could
hit my receivers everytime, anticipating their route
and putting the ball right into their hands at the precise
moment they turned to catch it. I was just a natural
and it felt like I was picking up exactly where I had
Posted April 8, 2013