just read the reincarnation stories on your web site.
It reminded me of a story about my son.
was raised Lutheran and attended church and Bible study
as a child. As a teen, I began reading more metaphysical
books. Reincarnation made sense to me. However, I didn't
speak openly about it at that time. But it is a personal
belief that I have held for many years. I continue to
strive for greater knowledge and spiritual understanding.
I have been pretty intuitive though much of my life
and reincarnation made sense intuitively.
day, when my son was about three years old, we had spent
some time playing at a local park. We crossed the street
into an undeveloped wooded area in the town where we
live in Michigan. He began to tell me this story as
we stood in a clearing. He said,
'old daughter' lived in the woods. We lived in the woods.
She would sit on the ground. Put a cloth on the ground
and sit on the cloth. Then she died and a tree grew.
It grew and grew and broke a hole in the sky. A hornet
came. She got poisoned and died. A thorn poked her in
said to him, "That's a nice story about your daughter."
continued to talk, saying, "Yeah, I was thinking about
a song. It goes: 'da chi ja, da chi ja.' It's a really
long one." He sang this with a Native American rhythm.
my son's story at such a young age, without any previous
discussion of reincarnation, was an amazing experience.
It was a wonder to stand there and listen to him tell
me this story so innocently. This occurred on May 4,
1992. I wrote it down on a piece of scrap paper and
carry it with me to this day. He is now fifteen years
Posted April 15, 2004