grew up in a fundamentalist family which thought reincarnation
did not fit into our religious ideas. In fact, the only
thing that I knew about reincarnation, at age seven,
was that people in India believed they could come back
as a cow.
My father was in the military and when I was about seven,
in the '50's, we lived in France. Our family went to
Orleans, the town in which Joan of Arc grew up. We were
not allowed to drive our car into the town, so we had
to walk. My parents were not sure where to go as the
signs were in French. I pointed down a street and said,
"Joan of Arc lived down there." When I was
asked how I knew, I had no answer. When we started in
the direction I had pointed, we saw a sign we could
make out telling us we were headed in the right direction.
we walked up to the area for visitors, I told my mother
I didn't want to go in. She said I had to stay with
the family. I felt so compelled to go a different direction
that, as the family went into the building with a group
of people, I snuck down a side street. I knew exactly
what it was going to look like and I knew there was
a bridge over a creek around a corner, before I could
see it. As I stood on the bridge, I was overwhelmed
by sights and sounds and odors that I remembered from
some where, but I didn't know where. I just knew I had
lived there when Joan of Arc lived there. I knew I had
played with her and we had loved to play in the water
by the bridge. There are so many things that come into
my mind even now as I think about it. I KNEW I had lived
there even though I didn't know what reincarnation was.
mother tells the story about how we were the only Americans
living in the small town of Noveant. She said I played
with the French girls and spoke French with them even
though I had had little French in my classes at school.
We moved from France to Germany. I again had experiences
that aren't easy to explain. But I do know that I had
been a German soldier and that I was killed by a hand
grenade that exploded in my hand.
we moved from France to Germany, I was put in the beginning
German class, but after a week my parents were called
for a conference. The teacher wanted to move me to the
advanced class because I was learning German so fast.
She asked them if I had ever been around people who
spoke German before. After I left Germany I couldn't
speak German any more. But I do understand German when
I hear it spoken sometimes.
I knew this when I was a child. I never spoke to anyone
about these experiences until I was an adult because
they were against the religious ideas I grew up with.
Now I am comfortable with them and find them empowering
instead of "weird." I also have found that
I can sometimes see other people's past lives.
Posted April 13, 2007