"I know I am deathless. We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers. There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them." - Walt Whitman
This is the first time I have found a quote about reincarnation that gave me a little shock as the weather now has a new chill to it and we hear this winter will be bad like the last. But new hope quickly replaced last year's winter memories with what are the chances of living in IL again in my next life? It just can't be!
I stumbled across a TV show last night called "Ghost Inside My Child." I was extremely disappointed with the producers for the title selection and the haunting music they chose to accompany it; both, simply a ploy to attract viewers. I find the title to be completely disrespectful to the kids as they do not have a ghost inside them at all; they have memories from a part of their soul that most of us do not have. Luckily for them, it was actually the stories that engaged my interest. Each episode tells the story of two different children who have come into this life remembering their last. I watched two episodes in a row so heard four kids tell their stories. Some of them remembered right away from infancy, others kept getting visions, really memories, that finally added up.
There was a little girl who, by the age of three, was extremely motherly towards her older siblings and friends. Her mom was a stay-at-home mom and they live in a remote area on a farm yet, for some reason, the girl would start screaming every time her mom picked up the car keys to go somewhere. She also would withdraw if anyone touched her chin. When she was five, her dad brought home a guitar and the girl immediately picked it up, tuned it and started singing as she played. Her family was amazed as she had never seen a guitar before. She told her family that she used to be a singer. She began telling her mom that she used to live in CA but had then moved to New York. Her other family had all been killed by Indians as they crossed land in their carriages. Her sister died in her arms. The Indians took her back with them and she became a part of their tribe. It was her responsibility to watch over all the kids and, as a sign of being part of the tribe, the Indians tattooed a marking on her chin. The girl knew names and facts. Long story short, the mom was able to find the girl's past life written in a book about a pioneer woman taken by Indians named Olive Oatman that completely matched. When the girl saw the picture of Olive, she exclaimed she looks like me! This part is important so read it well...the 5 year old's separation anxiety in this life was so bad she had to be treated for it. She was labeled with traumatic separation anxiety. Our soul is a collection of all our experiences. Do not be quick to rule out current ailments as having nothing to do with your past lives.
There was another kid who, from a young age, knew an awful lot about the Civil War. As his story came together, he told his parents his name, which infantry he had fought with and how and where he died. He had turned to see if his friend was ok and as he turned back, he was shot in the neck. In this life, he was born with a unusual birthmark in that exact spot on his neck. His mom found information to confirm everything and they took a road trip to the battle sight. As they pulled up, the boy jumped out and took off running saying I know this place. When his parents caught up with him, the boy was so shaken and traumatized, he could not walk back unassisted. He wanted to get out as they passed a cemetery and he told his parents I know these people.
"Doctrine of reincarnation is neither absurd nor useless. "It is not more surprising to be born twice than once." - Voltaire
And then there was a kid named Auguste. I am giving you a quick summation, but this kid at a young age would collect sticks and ask his parents for a knife. They were shocked and said he was too young to use a knife. He kept insisting he knew how to use one and needed it to sharpen his sticks. From a young age, Auguste never seemed to understand time. He didn't really get the days of the week or weeks in a month; he seemed not to have a need for this information. He told his parents he used to be a boy in a tribe and he had to hunt his animal in an initiation. He told her I know you are my mom but I had a different mom before you. He explained how he had watched her from above and chosen her to be his new mom and how he slid down a string to enter her through her crown. One day at a beach, he pulled something from the sand and ran to his mom saying he had found an arrowhead. She thought it was just a rock but he said no and that something was wrong with it. When she asked what he meant, he said it wasn't like the ones he used to use. They took it to a museum and were able to confirm it was an arrowhead and from which tribe. Fast forward to the kid turning seventeen. He said that he used to be really confused about time; that it seemed like he would blink and it would pass by. He said, "It is what you do between the blinks that defines you and remembering there's another chance for another life makes me want to do the best I can now and the main thing is just love I guess."
It seems all the stories I hear about or read about pertaining to near death experiences is that everyone comes back talking about love. Strive to learn this lesson well.
Randi Fine wrote, "One day we will all understand."