I wholeheartedly believe in reincarnation. When I was younger, I had a recurring dream that I was running through a jungle, during a war. It was very vivid, with explosions all around me and screams of men dying. I would look down and see myself in an olive uniform, and then I would feel a horrible pain in my head and fall down. I always wanted to join the army, and I did when I was eighteen. I believe that in my past life I was a soldier who was killed in Vietnam.

When my son was two, he would come to me and tell me a story. He would ask me, "Mommy, remember when you died and Daddy cried?" When I asked him what he meant by this, he told me that he, my husband and I were in a car accident, and that I died first and he remembered Daddy crying. When I would ask him if he could explain it more, he said that we were in a big old car, and I was his mom, but I looked different than I do today. He described in detail how our car went into a ditch, and he saw his dad crying and then he saw a bright white light. After that, he would shrug his shoulders and say "and then we are here now."

My son was just two when he started describing this to me, and as I thought about the way he went into detail, it sounded like more of a memory than a made-up story. When I asked him why I looked different, he would shrug his shoulders and answer "that's just the way you were supposed to look then."

He could describe vividly the place, our clothes, what happened to us, the type of car. It is just too much for a two-year-old child to make up. I really do believe that he has remembered both his and my past life.

Elizabethe
elliesmoonshine@msn.com

Posted May 20, 2006