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PostPosted: Tue May 25, 2010 10:17 am 
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Have you considered children who are born dead and revived. Tesla was such a case.

My granddaughter is also one of these, she is now in grade 2 but her reading level is grade 6.

She instinctively knew how to operate a computer and would sit at it for hours without ever having any instruction, this is when she was preschool age.

Evidently there is a theory about this, as this is supposed to allow for a stand in to take over the newborn's body. I don't know about that but there is definitely something unusual at work.


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PostPosted: Thu May 27, 2010 10:50 pm 
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Good point on the missing category 'Reincarnation' section. Perhaps it would be good idea to create this category.

Interesting memories you have. Who knows what the reason is that those memories are still stored in your deep mind. Perhaps there is some reason.


Yes, I do believe miro, that there are definitely reasons for these memories; and I do believe that we all have spiritual 'insights,' but, perhaps it's just that everyone's are different... or, perhaps their 'karmic' needs and goals are specific to certain stimuli.

For example, I believe that my cousin and I have much karma to work thro, and that it has been difficult to achieve in this lifetime. I won't elaborate, because it is personal, but will just say that it has been much more difficult this time around. I don't think that we are going to achieve that harmony in this lifetime. And, maybe I rember the lifetimes we have shared together because it is conducive to our 'personal healing.'

Or, it could just be as simple as that some people are good at Art, or Math, athletics or science, and others, just like those who have past life memories, or experience other paranormal phenomenon are merely gifted in the latter. I'm an Artist, but Math always gave me a headache and nausea, and I can barely make sense of the subject. It's almost as if I am 'math dyslexic;' truly. :)

Timbit, I think 'genetic kink' is a superb description for some paranormal traits.

david... That's interesting, altho I know that I was born healthy and whole. I too could read before I went to school, very well, and I could draw and sketch also very well. Anything 'arty crafty' was easy for me, and I agree, 'instinct' is also a good description for the skills that people apparently have yet are 'unlearned.' I believe that we all have them to a greater or lesser degree...

A personal story... When I was around 4 or 5, my Mother, a sensible Physician, wouldn't let me have a pair of jelly flip flops, which I so yearned for; so I set to, myself, with some cardboard and material, and made a pair. They were good too, tho I say so myself, lol. Yet, as amazed and sympathetic as my Mother was, she still would not relent and let me have a pair of jelly flip flops. :( But, she dined out on the story for years, much to my later embarrassment.

Another thing that she was fond of telling people was that once, at the tea table, when someone spilt some tea onto the tablecloth, I, at 2/3 years old immediately got down from the table, went around to the other side, ask my Aunt politely if she needed her side plate, and then proceeded to push the side plate under the table cloth until it lifted the stain from the wood. Astonished at this rather precocious behaviour, my Mother asked me where I had learned such a thing, and I replied that that is what my 'other mummy' was want to do when someone spilled something.

Your Granddaughter sounds amazing and very talented. :)


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PostPosted: Fri May 28, 2010 2:42 am 
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I believe all of us have had these past memories that come to us in a moment of extreme clarity. Or that feeling of meeting someone for the first time and feeling like you have known them your whole life. I have had that feeling many times. So many things along those lines have happened to me, like being asleep and dreaming that someone was calling on the phone only to wake up and the phone rings. I also have learned to fall back into the same dream I was having and was woken for whatever reason. I taught myself through meditation to fall back into the same dream.
Dreams to me are like an extension of our lives on a different level. I am not sure we go anywhere physically but maybe we travel with our minds or inner self, to another place and time. they are finding out more and more that time can be manipulated, bent if you will or a hole breached in the very fabric of space time. It is quite an enormous ibea to wrap my mind around.
I have many more thoughts on this subject but I will write more later. Just wanted to chime in. blo
bloodbreed By the way, I believe in reincarnation 100%


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PostPosted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 1:24 pm 
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It's a good while since I last visited the forum, and I never found the time to relate more of my 'Past Life Memories... I aim to rectify that ommission now, tho, so here goes. :)

Some More Memories from around the age of two:I have a memory of being about 9 years old; just guessing here, it’s how old I ‘feel’ in the memory, I don’t really know for sure. In any event, in the memory I am playing on a street, on the sidewalk, with I think, at least three other children of similar age. The clothing that we are wearing could be anywhere, I believe, from the 1900’s to the 1940’s.

I don’t know what I was wearing, I didn’t look down at myself as far as I recall, in the memory; but my friends were wearing knee length dresses, with ankle sox, and sandals, I believe. Actually I think that the dresses were very slightly above the knee, but I’m not sure now, the memory has faded somewhat since I was a child.

So, we’re playing on this street (I wish I knew where, or which country even; I’m hopeless, I know…), and suddenly it gets dark, very quickly. I don’t know now, if we were waiting for this to happen, or whether it came as a surprise. I know we were kind of awestruck, but I don’t remember now if we spoke, or even if we did, what language we would have used.

It stayed dark for what seemed to me quite a long time, I’m not talking a few minutes here; and then it got light again. We stayed around and waited during the event. I remember the feeling of awe and wonder. There was no fear, so perhaps we knew that it would happen. It does seem unlikely tho…

Of course, I know now that what we witnessed was a total eclipse. But I had no idea as a child, when I spoke of this to my Mother, what a total eclipse was. My Mother says that I was too young to understand the mechanics of any explanation that she could give me, when she recognized what it was that I was telling her of. In any event, that is the extent of that particular memory.

It’s possible that this memory is connected to the ‘jackboots’ memory…

Another memory that I have is of being a very small child, sitting on my Mother’s knee whilst she sang to me, in German. My own mother does not speak German. I’ve often wondered tho, if the teenager of the ‘jackboots’ memory might have been German also. Perhaps a German Jew… I’ve puzzled about these memories all of my life, and wondered which fit where, into what era, or country. There are so many ‘fractured’ memories… where do they all fit in?

I believe that this next memory is unrelated to the first one, the ‘jackboots’ one; only because of the ‘Go-Chair’ involved, and the type of clothing that I remember wearing. Of course, I actually have no real clue as to which memory relates to another...

Again, I was a very young child, still in a Go-Chair. I have quite a few memories of being a very young child, just a babe in arms, and some from this lifetime also. In any event, in this particular memory I am seated in this weird ‘Go-Chair. I think it only has three wheels. But I definitely know that the handle is a single round rod type thing, with a handle at the top almost exactly like a garden fork or spade.

I have searched for this type of chair online, and everywhere else that I can think of, but although I have found similar types, I haven’t found any with the same type of handle.

In the memory I am wearing a red suit. I don’t know if I am a boy or girl, but, I would suggest that I am a girl again, because the suit contains what I now know to be a poke bonnet. It is tied somehow under my chin. I can feel it. The material may be velvet, or pure wool, but in any event it is crimson red. But the very strange part about the suit, are the leggings. As I look down at them, I am fascinated, and totally focused on the buttons that run down the outside of each leg. There seem to be dozens. They are tiny, very tiny, but there are soooo many of them., and they run all the way down the outside of both legs, right down to, seemingly, under the foot?

The baby that I am at that time is almost completely engrossed in these buttons. I do not know who, if anyone at all, is around me. The leggings go all the way down the legs, and then they ‘go under’ the shoe somehow. I can’t find such a suit online anywhere either. I have searched for years… But, because of the clothing, and the Go-Chair, this surely cannot be from the jackboots’ memory, which I believe must be from the late thirties and up to the middle forties.

My research has shown up much clothing from the turn of the century, and earlier, with many buttons attached to a single garment, but I have not been able to find any attached to a baby’s leggings. Yet!


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PostPosted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 1:29 pm 
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Another memory...

I don’t know why this next memory is difficult for me to relate. It’s not as if it is traumatic in any way, and it is quite clear in my memory. There is no earthly reason for me not to put pen to paper, so to speak, about it. But, although it appears by all accounts to be a very benign memory, it has always caused me to feel ‘uneasy.’ Go figure…

It starts with me riding in a coach of some sort. I can’t tell you what kind of coach it is because I am on the inside, looking out. As I look out of the coach window (don’t think there is any glass…), I am completely unmoved by the very pleasant vista of rolling hills and distant hamlets. It’s a rather long journey. I seem to be ‘empty-headed. Man, how ashamed that makes me feel now.

In that, I mean that I don’t seem to be really interested in anything other than my fine frock, which I absent-mindedly stroke away invisible creases that I perceive in it’s skirt; and some rather splendid Rubies at my throat. They hang down, and I am quite preoccupied with the clearness and ‘jello-like’ appearance of them. Their ‘beauty’ and color were, to me, quite fascinating at that time. I have no clue as to what the interior of the coach looks like. I only know what the vista outside is like, and the color of the Rubies. I think I felt incredibly bored and was avidly looking forward to the journey’s end.

I know that I am going to see my children. They don’t live with me. I don’t think anything of that in the memory; but the ‘me’ in this lifetime is appalled at my blasé attitude regarding such an odd state of affairs. I don’t ‘feel’ excited about seeing my children. I don’t feel that it is anything special. It is just ‘something I am doing today,’ it seems to me now. I’m finding the journey tedious, and am just watching the countryside, and the ever changing scenery.

I can’t see the coach driver, or the horse/s, and I never do, in the memory. I know he opens the door to the carriage, when we reach our destination, but I never actually look at him, in the memory. I’m appalled about this now…

We’ve stopped at a cottage in a clearing in some woods. A lady stands smiling at the door to the cottage. She is wearing a frock of some sort of grey material that kind of looks green, in certain lights. She walks toward me, and the dress sort of ‘shimmers’ between a grey/green. Rather weird.

She greets me, we greet each other really, but quite formally, and then I go into the house. She shows me to a certain room, where the doors are already open, and I see a lady standing by two small children, playing on the floor. There is a girl and a boy. The girl is slightly older than the boy, who is perhaps 4 or 5 years old, I think. I have no idea of the appearance of the woman stood beside them; absolutely none. I think I must have been a totally unfeeling robot, because I don’t have any memory of anything other than rigid formality, I am indifferent to the woman, actually.

The last thing of that memory is of watching the little boy (who I know is my child, yet I have made no move towards the children whatsoever), as he plays with a bright red, wooden toy train.

The memory has nothing about it that would cause me to feel extremely uneasy, but it has always made me feel so shallow…


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PostPosted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:09 pm 
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i was a tiger in my previous life


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