is very new to me and I have always been skeptical, but
your site has inspired me to tell my own story.
remember the first time I heard the name Vladimir Lenin.
I was about eight or nine years old when I heard it
mentioned on a TV show. I assumed that he had been one
of the presidents of the U.S. I felt like I had heard
that name for years; it was no different than hearing
the names Franklin D. Roosevelt or Herbert Hoover. I
argued with my mother, insisting that Vladimir Lenin
led my country at one point, but she shook her head,
laughing, and kept telling me, "No, honey, he was
a Russian dictator."
As I got older, I began to notice more things about
myself. I have always been the first to finish my meals,
gobbling everything as fast as I can as if my food would
disappear at any moment. My friends and family have
often teased me for my speed-eating habit. One day a
friend suggested that maybe I eat like this because
I starved to death in a past life. I told him that that
was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard.
As teens, my classmates and I enjoyed music. However,
unlike the other kids who listened to rap and rock on
the radio, I was obsessed with traditional Russian music
and the soundtrack to Fiddler on the Roof. I'd get teased
about it if a friend looked through my CDs: "What
kind of music do you listen to?" My dad would tell
me, "It's because you're a quarter Russian and
half Jewish. That music's in your blood."
But everything tied together one night when I was about
fifteen. While trying to fall asleep, I was suddenly
standing on a snowy street in a Russian city. I knew
that the year was around 1920 and I felt the freezing
snow blowing and saw that everything was covered with
ice. I was a small, poor girl dressed in ragged clothing
holding the hand of my father, a cowardly and dishonest
man. He was trying to make me do something that I didn't
want to do. I demanded that we eat before I took another
step, but we had no food, and hadn't had any for nearly
two days. I lay down on the street in the snow and never
I drifted out of this reverie, I felt as though I had
just watched part of a movie I'd seen a hundred times
- the scene was so familiar. When I checked the internet,
I found that, sure enough, Lenin had ruled during the
same time my recall took place. I am beginning to believe
that my familiarity with Lenin ruling "my country,"
my eating habits, and my love for Russian music may
tie me to a past life as a Russian beggar girl who starved
to death in the early 1920s.
Posted Aug. 13, 2006