daughter and I were researching reincarnation on the
internet and the first site we visited was this one.
The reason we were doing this is because we recently
experienced a recollection of a past life together.
were discussing a book about dreams, and there was a
section about reincarnation. Suddenly, I had a memory
flash. I saw myself as a child of three or four, and
I was running and laughing with my twin sister. I told
my daughter that I saw myself playing with another child,
and she then said, "We were twins." I had
not mentioned that I was a twin.
began to tell each other, one thing at a time, everything
we saw mentally, and it was a memory of the same children.
It was an eerie experience for the two of us. Also,
I asked her, "If you could describe our 'past mother'
with one word, what would that word be?" I was
thinking the word "mean." She thought for
a moment and said, "Abusive."
next morning, she said that she knew our names were
Sarah and Rebekah, and that this memory had come to
her just as she was falling asleep. She also told me
that she saw our house, and the second she said it,
I described a small white frame house with a porch (with
unpainted floor boards), fields and no trees. She has
a memory of a dog, and tells me that I was afraid of
the dog. I don't remember this...maybe because I don't
are a number of things that we both saw. We had on white
dresses with blue flowers; we had shoulder length, wavy,
medium-blonde hair which was pulled back, just at the
top; we remember squatting and Sarah drawing in the
dirt with a stick. My daughter (who was Sarah) says
that I took the stick from her, at which point she began
to cry and fell over onto her hands and knees. She says
I then helped her up and gave her back the stick. I
the part about taking the stick from her. I have a memory
of us running, like we were playing "Follow the
Leader," and we were laughing.
also had a millisecond flash of our mother. I see red....red
dress, smeared red lipstick...blonde hair and her face
is contorted in anger and rage. That is why I asked
my daughter to describe our mother with one word.
I was writing this, my daughter was watching. As I began
to spell my former name, I typed "Rebecca."
Then, as I reached for the backspace key to change the
spelling, my daughter, who is thirteen, said, "No,
it's 'Rebekah,' spelled with a 'k'." We both instinctively
thing that we have in common. When I was a small child
in the late '60's, I had a recurring dream of being
in a car with my (present) mother and driving into water,
sometimes off a bridge, sometimes into a hole of some
kind. It was always just her and me. My daughter has
also had this dream and, strangely, it is also with
my mother, never with me. We both have a fear of bridges
because of our dreams. And we both had the feeling as
young children that we would not live to be very old.
this memory recall, I tend to believe that we drowned
at an early age due to our mother's (the same spirit
who is now my mother) suicide. In both our dreams, she
is calm, as though expecting it to happen. I think that
my mother learned from that "past life experience,"
because in this life it seems that her entire focus
is on her children and grandchildren.
stopped having the dreams when I was young, though I
don't recall at what age. My daughter said she hasn't
had the dream since she was around ten. I think I was
younger than that when I stopped having them.
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Posted July 3, 2004