Parents Share How Their Kids Casually Dropped Some Creepy Sentences That Sent Chills Down Their Spin

Parents Share How Their Kids Casually Dropped Some Creepy Sentences That Sent Chills Down Their Spin
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[@ravenclaw_4life722]

people over here remembering past lives while i’m over here not even being able to remember what i ate this morning lmao

[@stardolphin783]

BOOOIIII THATS MA JAMM

[@an-nyan-amous2130]

i have never agreed more

[@kuijiii_i]

Same I was thinking about something a second ago but then I forgot what I was thinking about and then forgot that i was thinking, no jokes it happens often with me

[@englishash1812]

Lol same 😂

[@premamuthukumar5352]

Exactly!!! Whenever someone calls and wants to talk to me their like: what did you eat today Me: ... Pss Mum what did we eat today The person on the call : -_-

[@SCBJQ]

I had a dog who was great at communicating what he wanted. He would sit perfectly upright on his hind end, with his front legs hanging rigidly down at his side, like he was standing at attention. He'd hold that position, while staring at me, until I'd start guessing what he wanted. He wouldn't react or move until I guessed the right thing. While he was dying, I begged him to come back, if he could. I told him to sit in that position, so I'd know it was him. 3 months later, I took in a pregnant stray cat, even though I'd always been very allergic to cats. A month later, she had 4 kittens. As soon as they started walking around, one of them stared at me, then sat, holding the same position, just like my dog always had. He stayed still a few minutes, looking at me the whole time. He only did it that one time, but I knew it was him. We kept the whole family and I wasn't allergic to any of them, even though I'm still allergic to every other cat I've met.

[@tonib.3016]

Now THAT is amazing. Just absolutely fantastic and amazing!!! Love it!!!!

[@bethanymiddleton5758]

A dog's journey anyone? It's a movie where a dog keeps reincarnating into different dogs to protect his old owner's Grandaughter. Except your's apparently reincarnated into a cat! 🙂

[@kaijaremes3761]

@@bethanymiddleton5758 i didn't see that one did see a dog's purpose tho

[@bethanymiddleton5758]

@@kaijaremes3761 a dog's journey is the second movie.

[@Olivia-zy5gm]

Thats so cool

[@clairewyndham1971]

My 4 yr. old son came up to me one day and gently patted my hand saying "do you remember when I was killed and everybody blamed my sister? The bad man that REALLY did kill me and ran away? He used to be my friend.".. 3 generations back, my great great great grandmother was indeed accused of murdering her brother. The murderer had never been identified.

[@thespudlord686]

Please share a recording of this Otherwise, I hope they make a new circle in hell for parents who lie about their children doing impressive things

[@clairewyndham1971]

@@thespudlord686 - I didn't have time to get something to record it. This was back in 1980. This is not the only thing " odd" that particular son has done, although nothing since that statement has been so intense. As a child, when he would stand to one end of our large freshwater aquarium, the fish would head down to that end..if he walked to the other end of the tank, they fish would swim down to that end. He " stopped" all this "sort" of thing after age 8 or 9. I don't really know if he did quit having experiences like this or just said he did so no one would bother him. He's 45 now, and still gets uncomfortable and anxious when anything like this is brought up.

[@troublemcallister730]

@@clairewyndham1971 - I'm 'different'. So was my late mum. When I started showing the same signs, my mum made sure I understood not to tell anyone outside the family. My paternal grandfather (her FiL) loved us both. My Ultra religious paternal grandmother was not so keen, one day my late father got very angry & upset & told me to 'knock it off, one witch in the family is enough." I was 7 and got very sad. He then introduced The Rule -which was I couldn't do or talk about strange things around him. So we didn't. But it didn't stop it. My daughter is like me, my mum, my late maternal grandmother, great grandmother. My late nan once said, when I was about 8, that the firstborn daughter was always 'touched'. Didn't matter if you were the first child, or the 21st so long as you were the first daughter. Sometimes the abilities would be the same as her mother, mostly different. You could be VERY gifted in many things, or gifted in one thing. If you didn't use the ability you were given, it would dwindle. My daughter's abilities were many and like mine, but now she only has the ability to with animals and small children. Similar to your sons with the fish. She's 25, works in a theme park in the kiddies/baby section - she does REALLY well there with the kids. She can't go to the aquarium though..........people give her a LOT of side eye. Thank God there's no zoo there. Petting zoos especially, but that's a whole other story. LOL! Tell your son he should be proud to be different. It's a God given ability - anyone who says different is just jealous. Though I will say seeing dead people is NOT fun.

[@clairewyndham1971]

@@thespudlord686 - Well, That youngster is now 39 and he quit with stuff like this when he was about 7. Thankfully, he didn't tell anyone and I don't usually mention it.

[@Mr13341334]

As a small child I woke in the night to find a brilliant column of light in my bedroom, many different colours, from floor to ceiling. Pleasing. Went back to sleep. Next morning I said to my father, "dad, does lightening ever come down into the house ?" He just said something to dismiss my childish fantasy. But today early eighty years later I can see it in my mind.

[@practiceofpoetry]

I don't find past lives creepy, I just think it's really cool. Also, my sister used to see a woman at night who would tell her stories and the woman she described looked exactly like my great grandma.

[@practiceofpoetry]

@KASEY CLARKE 😂

[@shaashaashiyam9218]

I live near the ocean, and I know this is stupid but I have an irrational fear of water not sharks, jellyfish, or sea creatures. just the fear of drowning and I had dreams of going into the ocean, just wading in it until the deep part came and then I wake up.. I still don't know I am 11 now

[@brianconway1836]

@@shaashaashiyam9218 it's common to have dreams about water

[@Jen_TheSnail]

Awsome ikr

[@Kalani_Saiko]

My brother used to say he had an imaginary friend called Jack that would look after him. Jack was the name of our great great grandfather.

[@dave3657]

When I was a teenager I was watching a TV show about woman who styled hair in NY since the end of WWII. I fell off the couch when I saw it because I had a vivid memory of dropping my wife off and later picking her up at their shop back in the fifties. It’s been an odd memory that has haunted me for many years that I never could explain.

[@mawi1172]

You're experiencing residual effects of the dna of your ancestors.

[@simpilot001]

That’s kinda weird

[@deefee701]

I hope it's only residual DNA because I don't want to have to live on earth again!

[@soupytoast]

@seal island ...?

[@MintyMin윤기]

@@soupytoast that person is being sarcastic

[@stacibayles2085]

I believe in past lives. I use to wonder why god would have someone like my daughter to be born because she is severely mentally handicapped, but learned that people like her are advanced souls who volunteer to come down to teach us compassion. There is something we are learning from every situation.

[@M33838]

Past life is a lie. Its demon way to fool ppl to trust that there is another life that you lived, and to believe in reincarnation wich is a better lie. This way the christian teaching of Jesus Christ who lived on earth as we can see from the Bible will be a lie too. You all should read father Serafim Rose about reincarnation, an christian orthodox Saint, or other orthodox saints, father Cleopa Ilie, etc. You will be mind blowing to know devil traps to fool ppl like puppets. Also if you see your "grandma", "father", etc., who died, orthodox fathers, the apostles of Jesus Christ, said that this are demons who took your lived ones appearance, and your loved ones who died will never come to earth once they die. And if you remeber something from your "past life", its evil way who infiltrate this thoughts in your, to fool you and ppl around to believe in Budha reincarnation, etc. Find an orthodox church, baptise, confess your sins, and take the Holy Communion, wear an holy orthodox cross, just holy, not a simple one, and do what the priest suggest you to do, in order to escape from this traps. Is all demon strategies.

[@stacibayles2085]

@@M33838 You do realize all that stuff was written by humans. I believe in Jesus Christ too, but I also believe in reincarnation!

[@krzysztofrudnicki5841]

Do you both realize that "I" is an illusion made by brain. There is no soul or entity that control body. You are the whole process. You are made by natural and cultural evolution. Without learning the language your left brain couldn't play voice in your head. Everything that you know and what you experience is experienced and filtered by cultural programming. I wanted to know how and why I'm doing and thinking what I'm doing and thinking and can't be a Christian, Muslim Hindu or whatever any more. When you realize that reality is an illusion, religions and other ideas are just ideas made by other people and that your brain and mind are creating reality then you cannot be believer in any religion, because you know it's not true.

[@stacibayles2085]

@@krzysztofrudnicki5841 Your life must really suck! There's too many miracles that occur to be an illusion!

[@dtniland]

@@stacibayles2085 my grandmother is incredibly hardcore religious. once she tried to make me believe in god because of a time when it was raining and stopped cause she prayed to god for the rain to stop. i just kind of nodded because just because that happened once does not mean it must be true. the human brain is just not made to process big numbers and statistics, and is very acute to finding patterns, and tries to seek out statistical anomalies to satisfy your beliefs and make a pattern

[@revmd621]

I remember attending a family wedding. My cousin was standing, holding his son who was two years old at the time. The child was looking up waving then he said, “Hi Marvin!” Marvin was my brother who died a few years ago. The child wasn’t born when he died. I cried. 😭😭😭

[@Sophie-gn8jw]

Im so sorry to hear that, Marvin is in a better place now, watching over you as a guardian angel, smiling at you so always remember to smile back, much love and support and big hugs 🙏🏻💞♥️

[@revmd621]

@@Sophie-gn8jw, yes. Thank you. Blessings. 🤗💕

[@michaelmckinnon7314]

@@revmd621 your cousin's son saw Marvin's ghost

[@brucheweinberger6863]

In Orthodox Judiasm, we believe that the spirtits or souls of our deceased relatives come down to celebrate weddings. It is a great source of comfort for me and my husband knowing that our deceased parents, my mother and my husband's father, are with us in spirit whenever we have a family wedding.

[@brucheweinberger6863]

@Blythe Girl A running joke by my husband is that "Did you see Mutty ( my husband's late grandmother), she looked so good!" She was a very smart dresser so it always makes me laugh.

[@knmplans]

I asked my oldest if he could remember from before he was born, he said he didn’t remember seeing anything. Then he thought for a second, put his hands over his ears and hummed the theme song to The Office. He said that’s what it sounded like. I lived on an island when I was pregnant and my husband was away at work a lot, 24-48hr shifts so I kept The Office on all day just as background noise. There’s no way he could have known that.

[@Kalani_Saiko]

Some kids remember the womb, maybe your kid remembers a little

[@MA-di9zh]

But they can hear inside the belly, they have ears 😀

[@noraiyu]

There's a thing where child can remember the past when they still in the womb though it is very rare

[@JAGUARBURST]

I used to love the songs that were famous when my mom was pregnant. Same with my brother. We started humming/ singing our respective songs when we learnt to talk until about we were 5-6.

[@stardolphin783]

This was the best thing ive read all day lmaaoo

[@karenglenn6707]

My son, when he was 4 and I was driving him to kinder, asked if I remembered living here before, when cars looked really different. He even pointed out this old house and said we lived there. I was laughing at him saying that we had never lived here before, and thought nothing of it. Years later, the whole family has moved to this beautiful country town, and we find out that a a great great grandfather had indeed lived in our town and is buried here. He was a jeweller and had a shop in our Main Street that I had been into years later when it was a real estate agency owned by friends. He has also lived in the street that my son had pointed out, and my son was only one house wrong when he pointed to it. The whole family were dumbfounded when we found out about the connection and Daniel knowing about it when he was so young. It is fascinating. This is the soul home for our family and now we know why, it started many years ago, the love for this place, long before we were all born. It’s a beautiful little gold rush town called Castlemaine, in Australia if you want to google. I will die here, I love it so much.

[@samanthahardy9903]

When my daughter was about 3 years old I took her to a spiritualist church. At first she didn't want to go into the church because she said, "All the seats are full because they are waiting to talk to the lady over there." She pointed to the medium at the front of the room. (There were plenty of available seats). I humoured my daughter and told her that I was sure someone would let her sit down if she asked nicely. So she went up to a seemingly empty seat and said, "I'm only little and my feet hurt can I sit in your seat please?" She then turned to me and said, "It's okay mummy we can sit down now because the lady said she is going now because the lady at the front is a bit busy." She then looked upwards as if listening intently and said, "Okay, I will tell her later." After the service my daughter insisted on talking to the medium because she needed to tell her something. I was curious and let my daughter talk to her. She told the medium that she had spoken with her mother and she was a bit disappointed that her daughter was still smoking and should give it up. She described her mother to her in such detail that the medium shed a few tears and couldn't understand why she couldn't see her mother. My daughter then proceeded to tell her not to cry because her mother is always there with her and she couldn't see her because the queue of spirits was so long that they blocked her view. So she asked my daughter to relay a message instead. When the medium composed herself she bent down to my daughters level and told her she had a very special gift. My daughter replied, "No it's not, it's annoying and scary because not everyone is nice like your mum." Afterwards I had a lengthy conversation with my daughter and asked her how long she had been seeing ghosts and she told me, "I've always been able to but it makes me angry with you mummy because I know you can see them too but choose not to see them. That's why they talk to me because you stopped listening to them a long time ago. Please tell them to leave me alone because I'm only little!" When I was a child I did see and talk to ghosts and I did stop listening but I never told my daughter about it until after we went to the spiritualist church!

[@patwiggins6969]

"you choose not to see them". Because as we get older we get convinced that ghosts aren't real. And we convince ourselves and make ourselves forget. Young children and animals haven't had that drummed into their head yet. Innocence is so special and it's a real shame that we have to lose it in order to grow

[@samanthahardy9903]

@@patwiggins6969 It wasn't so much as choosing not to see them. It was more like ignoring them because some of their injuries were so horrific it was quite disturbing to me growing up. Even though I don't see spirits in graphic detail like I used to I mainly see their outlines and if they need to talk I will listen but I have set out ground rules such as one at a time or when I'm under a lot of stress tell them now is not a good time. As a child I couldn't do that and I got a lot of them all trying to talk at once and surrounding my bed at night. Sometimes my daughter can still sense spirit even though she's in her 20's now but if it all gets too much for her I tell her to send them my direction.

[@PrincessFidelma]

@@samanthahardy9903 Your daughter's story gave me chills, the interaction with the medium and her mum is so wholesome! ♥️ But... You see their injuries????? Presumably it is how they went? Would the same person ever look different another time? I can't begin to imagine how hard that is, I would never sleep again. Growing up (ha! Now even!) I would feel uncomfortable in/around certain places/people, and I'd find out after that the place is said to be haunted, (my favourite is where Lord Lyttleton (?sp) appeared after his death (his death is strange enough) is just along the road from where I grew up, I hated going past that place, but only read about it a few years ago, when it all made sense) How do you control it? I'd love to develop the gift but I'm scared of being constantly harassed, either never sleeping again, or waking up to people in my room.

[@rayyg786]

Surely someone can help you both with that...

[@tarotreadersaremyonlyfrien3040]

This is like it is straight from a kdrama.

[@olive4450]

When I was 8, I started noting down my dreams, because I thought it would be cool to be able to read them later. Fast forward 6 years, I started attending a high school. It was a pretty good one and I almost didn’t get it. A few weeks after the school year beginning, we had a group project on Greek mythology and something felt really out of place, like I have experienced it before. I decided to ignore it. A few days later I decided to clean my room and I came across the notebook with my dreams. Turns out I have dreamt about the same project. About the same topic. With the same people. In the same place. It’s safe to say I haven’t slept that night.

[@lesleyjones6230]

Glitch. See Mandela Effect.

[@sandantshoko9979]

I have that too every thing that has happend this week has happend before 🤔😿

[@evensaj]

Haha back in college when I was in hostel I dreamt that I am sitting on a chair reading a book and my friend is reading a newspaper in front of me. Voila this happened after two days. The shocking part was that my friend had exactly same dream that I was reading the book sitting beside him a few days back

[@juuchanIRL]

had a lot if those since i was little. still do. but i forget them when i wake up and remember them as they happen. i only wrote down one of them as i was forgetting it. it happened exactly around 2 years later. im not bullshitting you btw

[@theSheighani42]

Those de ja vu short blips of prophecy can really hit you sideways. Speaking from experience s:

[@pookysdad4884]

I just spent 2 full hours in the comments section, reading other people's stories! Thanks a lot! 😂

[@harrypotter-os1xs]

same😂😂

[@kultureeeeee1499]

same lol

[@cherrygail]

Same🤣

[@michellecobb8403]

Just started. Gonna be a long night!

[@SuperSpyArmyGuy]

Me too dude

[@mustwereallydothis]

My three year old granddaughter was telling me about all the amazing things that would be happening in the world soon. I assumed she had been discussing this with her parents or something until she added, "It's just sad that you're going to be dead when it all happens, but I'll send you a video or something so you can see too." 😬 Ummmm .... thanks???

[@lyndah5374]

What sort of things? Very intrigued.

[@mustwereallydothis]

@@lyndah5374 nothing all that exciting, just like robots, space travel and other things a kid would think are cool. I imagine she had talked with her dad about it recently.

[@sundayok2307]

It was probibaly innocent . Just a kid who dosent quite get how death works yet

[@mustwereallydothis]

@@sundayok2307 I'm sure it was but surely you must agree it was creepy as heck.

[@rayyg786]

Uh, I mean..."soon" can be very objective....

[@juliet3868]

When my eldest daughter was 4 she told me that she used to be my mum. She often finished my sentences or answered me just before I asked the question. She said she knew what I was going to say because she has known me for so long. 16 years later I had my 3rd daughter and one night when she was 5 years old and tucking her into bed she referred to my eldest daughter as 'your mummy'. I corrected her and said that I was HER mummy and she said 'yes, I know you are now, but when she WAS your mummy'....

[@honeyg9757]

Cool cause my mom herself calls me her mom cause i share stuff, feelings nd ways my grandma might used to have(she passed away 5 yrs before my birth), at first i thought it could be genetical stuff but then my mom insists its more than just tht, i mean,my mom sometimes complains bout my grandma, m i supposed to be offended or smthing 😅😃😂

[@teresafarrell6457]

Holy crow!

[@Laszer271]

The kids just talked with each other and one convinced the other.

[@juliet3868]

@@Laszer271 they didn't actually

[@kiara4681]

Woww

[@ThePieFairy91]

I always just accepted that in a past life I was some kind of hunter/tracker who drowned in a river. From a young age I knew how to, and I was obsessed with making arrows and spears to "prepare". I spent days in the garage just making these things out of sticks or branches I collected after a storm went through. Apparently it was rude to take branches without permission but the fallen ones were fair. Now as an adult with chronic illness keeping me cooped up all the time...I have dreams about being in the forest and wake up with such a homesick feeling. It leaves me with this awful sadness until I can finally manage a hike or a short fishing trip.

[@rqstuv9336]

Hello there, I know it's late but I hope you're in better health now, to pursue your hobbies... I wish you all the best...

[@solarcupid2583]

My best friend once told me about her reoccurring dreams about being a pirate, she knew names (including the one of the person she was remembering being), parents' jobs, time period, everything. I was curious so I decided to google the name. Found a whole Wikipedia page about a pirate with all the same information she knew from the dreams. She ended up freaking out because she'd never even heard of him (he was pretty obscure) and yet she'd been dreaming about living his life since she was really little.

[@elue667]

Could you tell us the names so we could look it up? if you are uncomfortable sharing it, no need to, it's fine, I understand.

[@solarcupid2583]

@@elue667 John Black, Privateer. After this I went back to the article and asked her certain things as like leading questions and she answered very detailedly. She talked about being held in the brig for half a month, remembered the wine and cheese she took on the boat they left adrift, remembered the livestock Mary Hyde had, remembered his buddy who he trusted to look after her while he was gone (even got the name and vague details of his occupation), even shared childhood stories that weren't there.

[@hanan8627]

@@solarcupid2583 how about when he lost at the sea? Was he really died at 23?

[@solarcupid2583]

@@hanan8627 the hull of the Fly was breached by an iceberg during a storm like they suspect in the article. They all drowned

[@fauxhuman0]

now i lowkey wanna look into my reoccurring dreams that are similar to this…

[@georgia2993]

I have a little reincarnation story but it isn't about a human. So my cousins had a dog for many years, and when the dog died they were devastated. A few years later they felt the urge to get another dog since their house felt empty without one. They met a few dogs but none of them seemed right. Soon they found a dog from a breeder, and they immediately knew it was the perfect one for them. Later, after getting him, they found out that his birthday was the same date as the day their former dog died. Both dogs had the same birthmark on their back left paw. You can say it was a coincidence but I don't think so... still a sweet story ❤

[@kiara4681]

No cap not a coincidence at allll

[@ellieee8490]

Aww that's so sweet

[@kweejibodali7009]

that is too huge to be a coincidence, that is incredible

[@kweejibodali7009]

i am still waiting for my white cat, Ghost cat, to come back to me...that is his name and he died last year

[@georgia2993]

@@kweejibodali7009 Aww I'm sorry, RIP Ghost Cat 😔

[@nomebear]

My niece remembered her past life in Hungary. At three years of age she recounted her parents murdering both she and her brother. When she learned to talk she had given us all Hungarian names, none of us speak Hungarian, so we weren't aware that these were proper names. One day, while in a shopping mall, a Hungarian woman admired the little girl and was speaking to the three year old in Hungarian, and Kristen was answering back in Hungarian. This confounded all parties who witnessed this, including the Hungarian lady. Had this chance validation not happened, we would have never known the truth. My sister and her husband who are staunch Catholics were astounded realizing their 3 year old daughter had a previous lifetime before her present one. The child lovingly confided that she had chose them to be her parents.

[@mashihodpotatoetm4572]

I instantly get suspicious of stories involving the church and Catholicism since, from my understanding, it doesn't believe in reincarnation.

[@dannypipewrench533]

Well, Hungarian is something to think about. Interesting.

[@Sibernethy]

@@dannypipewrench533 For a child to possess knowledge of a language that was never taught to them before their first language, at that age, that is worth a scientific investigation of some sort.

[@dannypipewrench533]

@@Sibernethy Yes, I would say so. Maybe it was all just a coincidence. Maybe she "invented" Hungarian on her own. Maybe this will happen on other worlds. We set down lightyears away, and the local residents happen to have nine heads and speak Dutch, by some dumb chance. Or, maybe, this is evidence of reincarnation, or the presence of a Higher Being or Power.

[@dannypipewrench533]

@Cee Boodrow Well, it could be, or maybe all children naturally speak Hungarian, but it has largely been bred out over the last few thousand years.

[@juliaconnell]

Ok the kid who in a previous life helped build Stonehenge - I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS !!!

[@princecharon]

Yeah, parents should take that kid to meet an archaeologist while he still remembers.

[@JCC_1975]

Right. I'd definitely buy him a hot chocolate and pick his brain.

[@tamoghnadatta1253]

Exactly!!

[@juliaconnell]

@Bud what? no! genuine interest in the why, who, what of stonehenge - (aren't most people interested?) -

[@princecharon]

@Bud If he gives actually clear answers, it could be possible to research them, and he may suggest interesting or useful things that haven't been considered, due to lacking an adult's preconceptions (whether reincarnation is real or not).

[@samsmom1491]

I almost forgot my own experience. At around five years of age, I had a nightmare that had me hyperventilating. I dreamt that Vikings invaded our village and my head was cut off and placed in the fireplace. I woke up screaming for my mother. This was in the 1960s and we had maybe three television stations back then, so I couldn't have seen a movie or a show that graphic. It's been over fifty years since then and I can still remember this dream clearly, the tall snow covered mountains and the stone huts next to the fjord, the screaming of the people being massacred, the terror I felt. My great-grandmother came from Norway, so I'm convinced this was a memory from a past life.

[@MsHSpring]

Whoa!!

[@wavermelon]

When I was about 3 I started having these dreams of me in my house, except I was a boy. My mom told me a few years later that I had a twin brother who had died during birth, because the doctors were forced to choose which one of us to save. I still have those dreams of being my brother. I'm 15, almost 16

[@isekaischolar]

Dreams also connect us to alternate universes. Probably because the line was soo thin you see the opposite choice better then others. I've had both dream of past life and alternate life. Doctor strange wasn't wrong.

[@damianlopez7630]

@@isekaischolar I Agree. I also believe Some Dreams are glimpses into Alternate Universes perhaps parallel Dimensions. Spooky Stuff Indeed.

[@8ofwands300]

uh oh. Hope this doesn't let loose some of the crazy " pro- birthers" on the previous thread. Cool story btw.

[@damianlopez7630]

@@8ofwands300 Holy Lord forbid these comments don't "loose" the "crazy" pro-birthers...Let the pro-baby killers continue to murder the unborn. Over 2 million children dismembered by hired hitmen falsely labeled as planned parenthood clinicians. If you agree with baby killing...then you are a devil.

[@monkeyonarock]

@@damianlopez7630 They hack into your dreams using wave lengths Like alpha and beta Mind control It's an interesting rabbit hole 🐵

[@nancyhuffman8149]

Before she was 3, my younger daughter used to talk about her other parents, and two sisters. She said, they went to bed, smelled smoke and didn't wake up. She was with God, learning lessons, and chose us to be her mom and daddy, because we needed her.

[@nikig2891]

Note to self: Do not have conversations with toddlers.

[@Quartz_the_Moth-cat]

Ikr

[@zadenhomunculus8652]

Just wait until after you die and then talk to them.

[@elenafetter9690]

Have some courage...lol...not as bad as you think🤣

[@tiyah101]

🤣

[@heydeanie]

Actually toddlers are pretty cool...its when they get older they turn into lil jerks lol

[@Kindlycallmecarebear]

My daughter told me when she was three years old “Mommy, before I was born I saw the whole world and all the mommies and daddies on a screen and I had to push the button to pick you.” She was also horrifically terrified of my sons pet rat and said “It ‘tis death!” When she first saw it in the clearest English accent you can imagine at just three years old. We are American.

[@skedaddle6004]

oh. black death?

[@Maieveryday2]

My mom told me that i said something similar to that. I was a kid on a cloud apparently and I needed to look down and choose who would be my parents. My family isn't religious. 😳

[@jenniferthomas8804]

@Abu Kam I agree only to a point, because the current societal structure is designed to breed true spirituality out of people. I feel that if parents had more of an inkling to the Aether and could help explain what and why these memories occurred rather than freaking out at "creepy" stuff, then lessons could be learned easier and perhaps not repeat mistakes so much, especially if the reason and/or cause of death is remembered. For example, I remember one of my past lives extremely well, why it ended abruptly, and how the karma from that life is affecting this one. I was given the world, by the love of my life, let the power go to my head and made some serious enemies. Because I abused the power I was given, I was assassinated. Fast forward here, most of this life I've been abused, mentally and physically, forced to be a doormat, and been submitted to the same things I submitted others to in that past life. Karma is absolute. Needless to say, I won't be making those same mistakes again.

[@amosg7235]

When my daughter was 3, we were listening to music and doing housework, and a Lynyrd Skynyrd song came on (from the 1991 album). She stopped and listened for a moment, then sighed and said "It's just not the same, Ronnie had the most beautiful voice". Stunned, I asked her what she was talking about, to which she replied, "Me and Joe and our friends used to follow them around the country in a van and go to their all of concerts. They were our favorite band. The night after the plane crash, we lit a bonfire and sang their songs and cried."

[@constanceelliott2736]

I'm happy to see these stories here. I thought I was the only parent that experienced something like this. The first time my youngest son told me about his previous life, we were on our way home from daycare. We went past a pickup truck and he informed me that "before," he had a truck like that too but it was was "that color" (pointing to my light blue lunch tote). I remained calm and said, "Oh yeah?" He casually continued while looking out the window, "Yeah, and my house was that color too, but it wasn't tall like our house now, it didn't have any stairs." I was a little freaked out but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to spook him into stopping. He added that some men were mad at him and chased him off the "road," not "street," and then he was my little boy. On two other occasions he told me more, like his truck had lots of wrinkles, and he had three dogs but only Butch was his favorite. Anyone know of some guy with light blue pickup, light blue single story home and a dog named Butch who probably died after being chased off the road?

[@laurabarber6697]

Post on face book . you may find your answer there💝

[@pegatheetoo1437]

And please give the approx year.

[@nathandean1687]

what state? new york? upper im thinking.

[@Vaquita.]

im imagining a blue truck with human skin and wrinkles. Thanks.

[@Vaquita.]

how did he even die

[@markjeffels3327]

I had never felt at home anywhere I lived or been to in my life. When I was 19 I started having dreams about being a pilot in the Australian air force and being shot down. The dreams went on for months. then stopped as quickly as they started. Well in my 30's I finally had the chance to go to Australia and I never felt more at home and complete in my life! I am a Canadian and pray that hopefully one day that I can return to Australia to retire and live the rest of my days there!

[@caroline4323]

I always wonder. I feel at home when I am in northern countries. Like Sweden. That was the most "I am so content" feeling I had. I am from the middle of Europe, the more north I go when travelling it just feels right. Maybe I should even try the genetic tests, although my ancestry tree suggest maybe some French, Czech, Hungaruan roots.

[@xiayanyan]

My family thought I was mute because I didn’t like to cry and never speak until I was 3. They said I never once wet my bed and I could do things without being taught. They also often saw me writing on a book. No one can read it so they all thought I was just drawing random shapes. I don’t remember but I realised I used to write ancient script. I’ve been trying to translate it, and by some part of what I’ve translated I’m sure they are love poems. Weird.

[@seantaggart7382]

Hang on can you try remembering what the symbols were? Maybe i can see if there's anything like it

[@seppyq3672]

My grandpa didn't talk until he was 5, then just started speaking randomly in full sentences. His explanation: "guess i just didn't have anything to say until then"

[@fauxhuman0]

huh.. what ancient script was it from what you’ve translated?

[@laurabarber6697]

Not weird! Wonderful! Do an image search online to see if you can find the language. A big collage might also be able to decode.💝

[@kweejibodali7009]

wow

[@samsmom1491]

My daughter, at the age of 3, told me that she was glad I was her new mommy, because her other mommy hurt her with scissors. I was shocked and so hurt that my baby girl still had that memory locked inside her soul. 💔

[@peaceglory5973]

Possible abortion?

[@dallassukerkin6878]

@@peaceglory5973 Horrible to consider such a memory being carried forward but that is an interesting observation.

[@samsmom1491]

Yes, it was heartbreaking that she had that memory.

[@XiELEd4377]

@@peaceglory5973 wait... what do scissors mean?

[@peaceglory5973]

@@XiELEd4377 Look up the different types of abortion.

[@therealheatherharris]

Just before my daughter was 3, she told me I was her mommy 'before' and proceeded to tell me how I was mean to her and that I had to be her mommy again so that I could be nice to her. She described us walking down a dirt path and doing work by the stream. It sounded like she was describing ancient Rome, gladiator time period. (for the record, I'm a much better mom this time around.)

[@pipi-caca]

Glad you clarified 😂😭

[@thomastrout9997]

It was a Sunday morning in 1954, I was 3 years old and standing on the front seat of my Dad's Pontiac. The radio was on NBC playing classical music. A musician hit a bad note and I proceeded to explain to my Dad how and why I knew...I had been a violinist at a musical conservancy sometime before and had played until I died at a very old age. My Dad pulled the car into the Flying A station and sat shaking. No memory on my part of course but he swore the story was true until the day he died 20 years later,

[@Sandi-ke9mi]

When I was 15 I got hit by a truck while riding my bicycle and spent a week in the hospital. I had a concussion but I didn’t break any bones. One morning when I woke up I called for the nurse and started asking her, where is Wayne, is Wayne OK, I know Wayne’s hurt where is he? She didn’t know what I was talking about. When my mother came to the hospital that morning the nurse told her about it and she said that one of my classmates, a kid named Wayne, had gotten badly hurt the day before on the bleachers at the school. I don’t know how I knew it because I was in the hospital 40 miles away and it was the 70s so no cell phones. Wayne got stitches and was OK. It was weird because we weren’t even close friends, just in the same class. They say when you have a head injury sometimes you can tap into that sixth sense. Idk, but I wish I could do it again.

[@kiara4681]

That's wholesome

[@laurabarber6697]

You can. We are not taught how to use our abilities 💝

[@denmorin]

Thank you for sharing all of these tweets, and to the people sharing in the comments. I'm 51, I can't remember anything from a past life. I have however dreamt of a girl from time to time throughout my life. Though I can never make out her face, I recognize her each time. I've never met her, nor have I ever been in love, except for what I feel for her. Each night I hope to see her again because when I wake I'm so happy. I miss her.

[@sinsitysinderella790]

Wow, that's beautiful. I hope you meet the “new” (reincarnated) her, so you can live the rest of this life together.

[@bigbraintime9384]

My Nephew once said when he was 6 yrs old was like "i got a good life when i was a Chicken i didn't expect to be Human" and i was shock and the only thing i said is "so that's the reason you don't want to eat chicken"...and he just smile at me like he never said anything.... Still now i think im crazy believing my nephew was a chicken on his previous life...

[@pegatheetoo1437]

I believe that when people have an irrational fear of something, it's probably due to either something they forgot from this life or they had something happen related to it in a previous life. It seems there's usually a reason for the fear somewhere. Lol

[@pegatheetoo1437]

@L-Carter I hear yah! I never had a fear of flying. But my boyfriend was killed in a plane crash and I couldn't fly for over 5 years. Then one day, I was just ... over it. It hasn't bothered me since. Lol

[@pegatheetoo1437]

@L-Carter Or, if you didn't have that fear until you were 7, maybe something happened that you forgot ... that you don't want to remember. ??

[@flarewoodshadow9776]

Ever since I was little I was terrified(and still am) of being alone in the dark. My grandma got annoyed at my fear when she tried to make me fall asleep when we lived with my aunt. She asked me why I was so afraid and I said "I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared at what is hiding in it." I still have absolutely no idea why I said this.🤨😐

[@sunflowersandayellowrose1063]

I remember being 5 and already being terrified of the idea that there's nothing after death because everything you were is just gone but I didn't have the words at the time but this has got me questioning😮

[@ashdeo3963]

My brother, wen he was young, pointed at a corner of our house at the roof, and said 'A nail went in my leg while I was building this house'. He pointed to where the nail had gone in. My mom tried to tell him that he's too young and he never went on the roof, wen my grandma, who also heard the story burst into tears telling her that our grandpa, stepped on a nail while building that room. Strange thing is, my grandpa died wen my mom was 5months pregnant with my bro, so he never saw gramps. He also has very specific dreams about my gramps, and sometimes remembers them and once he told my dad his dream, of gramps wearing a specific checked shirt, and shorts and told him some stories, which he 4gt. My dad says that gramps did wear that shirt all the time, it was his fav. Strangely, no one told my bro much about gramps, he hs just seen pics of him wid grandma, wearing a white shirt and long pants.

[@maureenlaneski2802]

Hm...indicates that souls aren't there from the beginning? Or that we get possessed? I'm curious, but how can I learn, you know?

[@AanyaTrivedi]

@@maureenlaneski2802 i wanna know too

[@peaceglory5973]

@@maureenlaneski2802 Very fascinating topic, it's as though we get to re-live lives as different people, or something like that. I had a very vivid dream recently, about a month ago or 2, I was sitting on a large uncomfortable rock on a green grassy hill, with lots of hills or mountains all around, cold and foggy. I was wearing a long dress made of thick rough fabric of blue & gray threads woven together, the bottom of my dress was all muddy, black mud. I was cold and had some kind of cloak on & had the feeling of having some kind of heavy thing on top of my head, like maybe some sort of metal crown. I was leaning on my sword, which was sheathed, exhausted from a battle that had just taken place. My men were with me, warriors, a few of them nearby also muddy with bloodied swords. We weren't speaking just quiet, we had just lost a few of our men, many in fact. A little ways away down the hill were many bodies scattered around & some men were walking around between the bodies identifying them or something like that. This battle apparently took place on this hillside. Dense rolling fog was obscuring my view. I was proud of my men, I had known we were going to win but it was a tough battle with loss. The feeling of exhaustion was so real, my muscles very tight, I could taste the cold muddy misty air in my throat. Our horses were close right behind us, I could hear them breathing. I could even sense the horses' exhaustion & stress. Strange thing is, I've never believed in reincarnation or seriously thought about it. But this dream reminded me of this guy I dated back in 2015 or 2016. We dated very briefly, maybe 4 weeks. He said that he could see people's auras & out of curiosity I asked if he could see mine. He said mine was white with yellow & purple. And then he saw something & was kind of scared to tell me at first, his hands began to shake. He said that I used to be a warrior in my past life, a warrior princess and a priestess. Not sure what all that means, but now I am curious. The night I had this dream I had just purchased a silver & malachite ring, & I wore it to bed that night. Malachite had always repulsed me, I had a weird knotty feeling in my stomach about it, like I had to get away from it as far away as possible. I couldn't even look at it online. When I saw this ring I felt a sense of calm about it & it is pretty so I bought it. After I had this dream I read about malachite that it gives people vivid dreams. I had another dream while wearing that ring another night, that I was in some kind of castle structure, we were preparing for a siege. We had collected jewelry & it was in 2 cases like old chests. There was a lot of silver and copper or brass jewelry, but not a lot of gold left. The gold had all been taken in the previous raids. One of the servant ladies wanted to keep a silver necklace that had been a family heirloom. I gave her a wink as a "go ahead", I knew it was dear to her. We didn't speak about it, just silently communicated this part, because the command was that all jewelry was to be collected for bargaining purposes. I remember the doors being very thick, like 6 inch wide beams welded together on huge iron brackets. There was a lot of commotion with other people preparing. I've been hesitant to sleep with the ring after that, but now reading all these stories I'm curious again & will give it a try.

[@tonib.3016]

@@peaceglory5973 Your story is absolutely fascinating. You must explore it more!!!! Im getting Scottish vibes but I could be wrong of course. Do not doubt yourself tho...you have an amazing story here to tell. Meditate and learn more about your true past life. Absolutely fascinating to me. I love it!!!!

[@peaceglory5973]

@@tonib.3016 Wow, thanks!

[@mysterymayhem7020]

it amazes me how many of these children recounting these past lives are three years old. absolutely amazing.

[@YourMajesty143]

Old enough to start forming coherent sentences, but also young enough to still remember. At age 4, most children start the societal conditioning of schooling and begin to forget.

[@marktwain2053]

I believe that young children can see things that we forget how to see as we get older. Maybe it's a mechanism to keep us from going insane if we were able to remember all the lives we've had. Who knows, maybe all of them weren't on this planet. I can't discount that, because no one knows for sure what happens when we leave this "Mortal Coil", as they say!

[@MsHSpring]

As per Hindu texts, they say that a child remembers deep memories about past life until the age of 5 and that they forget stuffs as they grow up. Just like how we remember our dream soon as we wake up, and within moments it starts to fade away.. Right from young age, I knew that a woman will suffer a lot after death of her husband. I was scared that I’m having a premonition of current life. After learning about this, I realised that probably in my past life, I lost my husband soon and I was deeply impacted by it.

[@MsHSpring]

@@marktwain2053 true!.. The reason why we don’t remember our past lives is, we will get so caught up and confused that we will not end up living this one properly!.. We see some kids way mature for their age and some elders who are absolute pain in the ass. Rather than physical age, it depends on the souls maturity!..

[@sinsitysinderella790]

@@YourMajesty143 You said it perfectly!

[@DebiSmithPouliot]

I've had a few professionally administered past lives regressions and they are freaky. I know I drowned in one of them, flood water. I think it was in the 1700s. Another was during Medieval times and I was a boy only about 7-8 and was stabbed with a lance by an invading knight. Another I was a native in southwest America. The past lives seem to come to me now in dreams or sometimes visions. Oddly enough, I woke this morning exhausted. But I remember being in a tank during WWI . Apparently I was fighting in a battle all night. And it was really freaky for me one time when I visited the cemetery in Salem MA. I started crying and couldn't stop. I am a 66 year old woman now and I tell people to not worry, past lives are real. We have to keep coming back until we get it right. And yes, sometimes now I see and hear dead people. My mother used to tell me what her grandmother would tell her and that was to "never speak ill of the dead, for they are all around us.".

[@qtsobb]

What are professionally administered past life regressions? Is it like hypnosis?

[@AlexMin_]

@@qtsobb yeah it is similar to that. you can find more info on how it's done in some videos

[@halla3184]

My mother once spent time looking into a mirror during a 5 gram mushroom trip, and described her reflection flipping through various versions of her, changing in gender and ethnicity, but always maintaining her basic appearance. It always looked like "her", but different versions of her. Some of them clearly not even of this world/reality. She saw an aztec priest in me and a samurai/mongolian warrior in my sister. I haven't seen things like this on my own journeys, but I have definitely been met with ancestors and family members that have passed on, as well as some spirit guides that have since become a more tangible presence in my life. I find these spiritual and metaphysical worlds, that we have so lost touch with, beyond fascinating. I hope to learn more about my own other lives in future journeys

[@lastyhopper2792]

hmm, is there an A. Hitler ghost somewhere watching us now?

[@Jazilou]

@@lastyhopper2792 *flips off the air just to be safe*

[@debbiereha1739]

When my granddaughter was 3-4, my mother found an old photo album deep in her closet. She sat on the couch with us to show us the pics of her family from Czechoslovakia. As we're looking at the pics, she tell us," this is my brother, his wife and their two sons". My granddaughter says" hey I know him" . We all laughed but she kept insisting " I know him- I WAS him. I got hit by a truck and I died". I look at my mother, who is now looking straight ahead, her mouth open, her jaw dropped. She said. "My nephew got off the schoolbus one day, and while crossing the street, he got hit by the bus and died. " Now my mouth was hanging open. My granddaughter doesn't remember saying it, but the rest of us talked about it for years, including right now. Einstein said-"energy is neither created nor destroyed,- it just changes from one form to another". Maybe our energies can transfer to new bodies after death. I was told by a medium that my family will continue to be my family, and that we stay together- just become different people with each new life. She said we've all been together for centuries.

[@qedqubit]

this comment should get more likes andreach the top of the list

[@anonygent]

Nice story, but that was Isaac Newton. Einstein proved differently, that energy is created in stars through the fusion of smaller elements into larger ones.

[@caroline4323]

I don´t want my family. I want a different one!

[@zenguidancetarot]

When my son was 4 he told me he watched me from heaven with my grandmother and his sister, and picked me to be his mum. 14 yrs before this, when his older prem sister died at 6wks old, I saw my grandmother's spirit reach down and my daughters spirit rise to meet her.. The soul never dies.. I know that with my whole being.

[@isabelgarcia8133]

On a family trip, when I was two or three years old, we were visiting and old castle in Spain. Apparently, when the time came for us to go down to the dungeons right at the top of the stairs that led there, I stopped on my tracks and rejected going downstairs, and the reason I gave my parents for such behaviour when they tried to insist me on continuing the visit as planned was that: “it smells like blood in there”. I said it categorically to their recall, and they couldn’t make me go in. We all learned later, as my dad and sibling had attended that part of the visit, that in those dungeons tortures took place back during the Inquisition, so yeah… probably a lot of blood was spilled there throughout history. Needless to say, I hadn’t even started school so I had no idea what the Inquisition was, much less that blood might even relate to it. We still don’t know what to make out of it all.

[@twistygaming8017]

Trust your intuition and notice how often it is spot-on

[@RavenSuperstition]

and what is also fascinating is that you knew what blood smells like... 😳cuz i mean, what average three year old consciously knows the smell of blood? you do indeed have a very strong intuition imo

[@mr.goldfarmer4883]

Could be some sort of esp

[@M33838]

Past life is a lie. Its demon way to fool ppl to trust that there is another life that you lived, and to believe in reincarnation wich is a better lie. This way the christian teaching of Jesus Christ who lived on earth as we can see from the Bible will be a lie too. You all should read father Serafim Rose about reincarnation, an christian orthodox Saint, or other orthodox saints, father Cleopa Ilie, etc. You will be mind blowing to know devil traps to fool ppl like puppets. Also if you see your "grandma", "father", etc., who died, orthodox fathers, the apostles of Jesus Christ, said that this are demons who took your lived ones appearance, and your loved ones who died will never come to earth once they die. And if you remeber something from your "past life", its evil way who infiltrate this thoughts in your, to fool you and ppl around to believe in Budha reincarnation, etc. Find an orthodox church, baptise, confess your sins, and take the Holy Communion, wear an holy orthodox cross, just holy, not a simple one, and do what the priest suggest you to do, in order to escape from this traps. Is all demon strategies.

[@tonof.c.1397]

Hi! Spanish here. Inquisition didn't took place in casttle's dungeons, so maybe were your family lied about? 🤔

[@paratthagorn3101]

Guess we don’t live only once. That means all the embarrassing shit I did will definitely follow me beyond my grave ☠️

[@diyavichare]

Jennie❤️

[@koheirichan]

lets just hope you will forget all of them

[@sickoftheshit]

I figure all the sh*t I did in my last life got me sent here as punishment.

[@missnaomi613]

I don't think the silly 💩 bothers us in later lives. At least, that's my experience.

[@notyourdays]

help, same omg

[@Mimi-dd6wh]

My family and my mom always tell me about an incident, when i was 2 years old, the elder sister of my grandmother come to visit us, she was old enough, my whole family was there, as soon as I saw her i started to call her " Bhuti" with confidence and asked her that how she is, my mummy who was holding me was embarrassed because she was the elder sister of her mother in law, so she keep telling me that 'she is not "Bhuti" she is grandma', but i kept denying it and saying' no mummy she is "Bhuti" look she is, 'with extreme confidence. All this time that old lady, was smiling lovingly and the other people thought i were speaking nonsense, later my grandmother come who was in kitchen and told everyone that their mother used to call her elder sister "Bhuti" , and her elder sister was married at the age of 16 and after 2 months of her marriage their mother died. And after her death no body called her by that name and eventually nobody ever knew about that name. AM I CREEPY?

[@SuperSpyArmyGuy]

That one was hard to read, but I understood in the end

[@bluegirlgraphics]

I don't remember this , but my mom told me that when we moved into one of our houses when I was 6 or 7 yrs of age, I called them over as they were unpacking because a lady was in the front room. My mom comes back with me thinking it's a neighbor and apparently nobody was there so she asked me what they looked like. I apparently described a woman in colonial type clothing... maybe 1800s style. I do remember hearing voices in that house of a woman and some men. Nobody else seemed to be aware of them. Across the street I know was a very old house from the 1800s so I always suspected they were from there. Maybe our house was once part of their property.

[@VvpandoravV]

When I was around four or five my parents were driving around town in an area I didn’t remember being in in this life. All of a sudden, however, this almost brand new shopping center came into view which brought up a memory of an old ice cream shop toward the end of the new building. I told my parents something like, “Oh! that used to be an ice cream shop there and they had the BESTEST ice cream in town!”. My mother quietly told me, “Honey, that’s not an ice cream shop. Its a “X” store now.”. I tried telling her no it WAS an ice cream shop & described the outside too a T. Thank God we were stopped at a light & I couldn’t see my dads face atm, but I DID see his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel & he gave my mom one of his “looks”. I later found out when I was older it had been an ice cream shop & they’d closed when the old owner had retired - 20+ years ago from the time I’d mentioned it that day in the car. I found out later my dad’s knuckles had turned white bc my dad, an ice cream fanatic, knew ALL the best ice cream parlors in town growing up. Sadly, I also knew somehow, when I was 8, that he was going to die soon. He’d been to his GP for his regular yearly physical & gotten “off results” w his blood testing for the first time EVER & was going for follow-up for a diagnosis the next week. He was an Eagle Scout, didn’t smoke, rarely drank & looked like he was still at the height of his health att. He was 45. He passed of Histologic Lymphoma (a very rare cancer) less than 6 months later. It had hit him so badly my poor dad looked like a concentration camp victim by the time he passed. My daughter, when she was about 2 or 3, asked me I remembered when “She was the mommy & I was the baby in another place & time.”. I didn’t. She got VERY upset bc of me not remembering. So much so I ended up staying home from work to take care of her that day. She don’t remember the incident now, but I remember perfectly. Now I know how my parents felt when I would remember or predict things that were going to happen. It’s scary ASF. And I have many, many more incidents of stuff like this but I think this is enough. Thank you for sharing!

[@NickanM]

From another ice cream lover; may your Dad rest in peace. 🌷

[@clo.]

For some reason, I get deja vu's a lot.. sometimes when I see something, do something or dream of something, I have faint memories and a feeling that it has happened before because it feels strangely familiar.

[@Art_pomeiz]

Same! I once had a dream of getting a gift, then dropping the gift (the gift was rings) and “someone” picking them up. That was at the beginning of the year. The situation occurred a week or two ago, I now know that the “someone” who picked the ring up was my great aunt, who I haven’t met before a week or two ago, the whole time I had a weird deja vu feeling.

[@KYC17_YT]

Same, some situations feel oddly familiar as if I am living that moment again.

[@anjealin259]

I’ve had a few such conversations with children. Earlier this year, while eating his lunch, my 3 y.o. cousin casually told my mom that he was a Roman soldier that was present when Jesus was crucified. He went on to tell her his name, what he saw and answered her questions about what happened that day.

[@charlottehanna790]

Whoa!

[@Kayenne54]

Me watching a motorbike riding video posted by this guy from Romania. As the bike climbs up higher, winding road, I kept "seeing" a Roman soldier in the shadows. I actually replayed a few bits to check. Nope, no one in the shadows. So back into the video, and when the rider gets to the top, there's this monolith sculpture dedicated to the Romans, somewhere in Romania (or it may have been Bulgaria). And tears are flowing down my cheeks, because seriously, there is nothing sadder than a soldier who dies so far from home. And I've been one. Just not this life. And Russel Crow's scene in Gladiator, where he sifts soil through his fingers and dreams of home...I cannot even recall this scene without tearing up. Such grief.

[@JCC_1975]

Wow. Give him a hug. I'd love to have heard his story.

[@oltedders]

@@Kayenne54 I have similar experiences with objects I've encountered in life. I teared up seeing an antique cupboard at an auction that I remembered belonged to our family from a past life. I hadn't given it a second thought. I started to cry as soon as I laid eyes on it.

[@nancyschumacher1577]

@@oltedders Did u buy it?

[@gailg1458]

My neighbor's four year old son began talking about his last life in Georgia. We were living in Maine. He said that he was a woman and the ladies wore beautiful dresses with big, fat skirts. He said he chose his parents because of his older sister,. He said there was a lot to learn from her. She's a very special spirit.

[@lindsays2007]

I love that description: beautiful dresses with big, fat skirts. Really elicits some imagery. Southern ladies. Cotillions. Older times.

[@A_n_n_a_me]

My mother's mother, passed away a year before I was born. She had told my mother that the child will definitely be a girl, and she would make my mum happy. Whenever someone brings her up i get emotional, and I've always felt close to her and that her spirit follows me.

[@earthlingmai4909]

When I was 2, we moved near a factory that resounds a siren when work ends at 5 p.m. my aunt babysitting me said I would run out of the house and cry when bringing me back. When she easked me why I cried, I apparently said I didn't want to die when the bombs come like my family did. Even to this day, I still feel nervous and panicky at the sound of sirens.

[@_Pixiara_]

I remembered my past life too as soon as I was old enough to understand and speak. I was a King Cobra and got killed by a Mongoose(I didn't know what the snake or the mongoose was but I knew what they looked like). I spent 30 years terrified of Mongooses and anything similar to them like Ferrets, Meerkats etc. My Mum would get very angry saying animals don't get reborn as humans and that the two animals aren't rivals, until I found a nature show proving that Mongooses are the King Cobra's only enemy. Lol. It's king of apt that I was born with an underbite and talk with a lisp that sounds like hissing. Sorry for the long ass story. I don't see why humans and animals can't be reborn as one another, we're all a part of nature.

[@aaronmcconnell7358]

It makes total sense like how people swear there animals act human maybe if i didn't find a family to come back to we can become a animal for a shorter time.

[@mustwereallydothis]

I don't see why not. However I don't believe that somehow means animals have the capacity for human thoughts and emotions. They are limited by the equipment they're born with regardless of who they may have been previously.

[@vriskafic8ion]

I'm almost certain I was a cat in my past life. I would act like a cat when I was young, before I ever met one, and can communicate with them. For the longest time I was in denial about being human. (Well, I still kinda am actually) I have never owned a cat, and the only cats I've met are street cats that I befriend. I also tend to sit in the 'loaf' position that cats sit in, and it causes me no pain to contort myself in that manner.

[@nancyschumacher1577]

@@vriskafic8ion b e c o m e t h e l o a f

[@nancyschumacher1577]

I think was some kind of bird. I like perching on things and sometimes I flap my 'wings' (arms). I can get really loud and I tend to repeat things I've heard so maybe I was a parrot of some kind or maybe a corvid (crows, ravens, magpies, jays, rooks, etc). BUT before that I got run over by a car. I've always had an aversion to cars and when I was little was scared of them. I don't know what I was but I do know that that's how I died.

[@Al3saMarie]

I recalled snippets of a previous life when I was little, and it was so mundane that it kind of makes it all the more interesting. I was an overwieght, single blonde woman in my late 20s living in an upstairs apartment in a complex with my gray longhaired cat. That's it. Did I die young? Did I live to old age? Did I get more cats?? We'll never know 😆

[@eviek3809]

When my youngest was 3 he would often ask me who “the man” was in his room. Creepy enough (I think the night lights were more for me than for him LOL). Then one day at breakfast, around age 3 or 4 still, he said “Remember when I was an man in Germany but then the bombs came”. The weird part is, I was born in Germany. My grandfathers were German soldiers and my great grandfather was still in his apartment when bombs started dropping on Hamburg

[@noone453]

When I was 4 or so, my mother had asked me what I wanted for lunch, she was being a mother and being silly asking in baby talk if I wanted fishies today. I turned around and told her that's why I wanted to be born to her, because I knew I would never go hungry. I then told her how I died in my previous life as a boy who's village was starving, I was out hunting with my village and died in an accidental spear incident while hunting. I was a young black boy.

[@kiwi007]

My friend and our children were driving along, her daughter was 4 and she turned back and said casually, 'that's where I died'. Never forgotten that, she's 22 now!

[@silvia4020]

The one about the room where you choose your parents - well, I can remember that situation, too. Just can remember looking at different pictures hanging on a wall and a man, who had brought me into this room and stood next to me on my right side. I can not remember his face but he had a voice of an old man. We changed some words about the people we were both looking at (in which countries they live!). Also I remember the final (short) discussion about the parents that I wanted to have at first. I had chosen a specific picture quite enthusiastically and he said to me that this time (!) I can not chose such nice parents and I agreed on that while being irritated and a little bit intimidated, because he had never said that to me before. I am just writing this because that one hit me hard when I read it in the video. It always scared me remembering this so vividly but I guess that I can live with it now.

[@Dr_poornima_G_TEEM_dental_care]

So is your parents good or bad?😳

[@tarotreadersaremyonlyfrien3040]

So there are restrictions while choosing. 🤷‍♂️🤦‍♂️

[@humanbeing1429]

So the afterlife has an office full of pictures of couples who just had sex. I'd be so confused whom to choose so I'd just close my eyes and pick any couple as long as they're canadians. I'd never wanna be born in india again. Once is enough really

[@gamesgames2389]

@Tarot readers are my only friends The comment said the man said they can't choose nice parents THIS TIME so maybe tat means you can't choose the same options you did before 2 times in a row??

[@zeezehlin228]

@@humanbeing1429 agreed. I hate it here, so damn much 🥲

[@Sylvantess]

I can totally see that some of these are true and believable. When I was around 3, my mom and I visited her friend, and the woman asked me as a cute remark, "Do you know that you were in your mom's tummy?" I seemed mildly offended, and immediately responded, "I sure know, and I was swimming in happiness". They both just gaped at me. Before that, mother never talked to me about any specifics of having a baby. And I was actually very lively in there while she was carrying me. Some time later (I was about the same age), when mom and I were on a summer vacation at seaside, just the two of us, she held me in her lap and told me she loved me, a normal thing. And then I looked deeply into her eyes and said, "We were best friends before and I'll always be there with you". I never explained what I meant by that, acting as if I never said it. And yeah, we still are best friends 😊

[@monacatowa3824]

So your mom's best friend died??! And then you- I-

[@franz3659]

Did your mom have a bestfriend who died before?

[@Sylvantess]

@@franz3659 No, but she had a fiancé. They loved each other more than words can describe. He died in an accident. Several years later my mom married my father, but she never forgot her first love. I really wouldn't want to think that there is any relation there...

[@veronicaelsegood5175]

When she was three my grand daughter and I were happily playing in the garden when, suddenly she looked trance like into space and said in a clear but quiet voice " He put a gun in my mouth and then I died." I asked to say it again and in the same tone she repeated the same words. I had a million questions but just said " but you are alright now?" " Yes " she replied as she smiled, snapped out of it and carried on playing . The thing that spooked me was that, as she mentioned this death I had a vivid image of it . Best not to push it I think. She never mentioned it again .

[@wowww1809]

When my brother was about 3 we were sitting at the table having steak dinner when suddenly my brother said, “When I used to be a man my wife would cook steak for me every Friday because it was my favorite.” He also said the he drove a truck for a factory.” Years later I was driving with my 3 year old grandson in the back seat. We came to a red light and he pointed to an old truck in the next lane and said, “The used to be my car.” After having experienced this with my brother I just said tell me more. He said, “I used to take care of you when you were little.” Later he brought up other details. In one description he talked about living where he worked and driving a truck and that he crashed the truck and his boss was was really angry at him. Another time he described being in a car with his dad. He said he had a new metal toy airplane and he was happy. Then a car next to them swerved onto them and his car crashed, flipped over, and caught on fire and he and his dad died. How does a three year old come up with stuff like this?

[@JCC_1975]

My daughter is 4. At 2 I started to potty train her. The first time I told her to let's sit on the potty and see if she could go she started crying. She said no, I died on the toilet. I had a husband and 2 sons and a daughter. I was 36. If I sit there I'll die young again. SHE WAS 2. That was the most she had said at once ever. I cried. We tried again a year later. Edit. I almost forgot, she used to tell her Daddy he has always been her Daddy but I'm her favorite mommy. That she's had lots of different mommies but never a different Daddy. At least I'm her favorite 😂

[@notyourdays]

that's so cute

[@ashleymoon2969]

Bless lmao xx

[@chrismaggio7879]

I have snippets here and there. I also have a recurring "memory" that was my demise long ago, and sometimes it adds a tiny fraction at the end, slowly growing longer. Quite scary. On my last trip to Italy I stood and looked up at a familiar space between rooftops and recognized it as the exact spot where I watched another previous-life event unfold. Felt complete lifting of doubt and almost cried at the confirmation of these memories.

[@HardcoreFanfictioner]

I don't have any past life stories, but: my dad dreamt about me as a child in the house I grew up in, well before I was born, after he and my mom were told that she couldn't have kids, and while they were staying with my grandma; my mom dreamt about her father's death, a few weeks before it actually happened; my sister and I both get simple premonitions about conversations, people, and events; I dreamt about a classmate that I hadn't thought of in years, only to find out that they were in the hospital the next day. I'm definitely a believer in reincarnation, as well as ghosts and premonitions. It stinks that modern science doesn't try to answer these questions seriously.

[@GoodMusicManiac999]

My great-grandma had psychic powers, and my mother communicates with he dead. Once she dreamt about a lady who took her to visit her new home (her own grave: she died a few weeks earlier). This lady was ny mom's cousin mother-in-law. When she went visiting the place years later, it was as seen in her dream, including the hair-raising details of the lady's grave.

[@aliviascool]

No same, simple premonitions happen for me all the time, singing a song stuck in someone else’s head and having them turn around in horror like “why did you pick up where I left off in my head”. I dreamt about my grandmothers last days on earth, one of the worst premonitions of my life, it was of her in the dysphoric fog of illness, not remembering who I was. The day that actually happened as I remembered I had a panic attack that lasted over an hour bc I was the one taking care of her at the time and I knew the end was close. She died a week and a half later.

[@twistygaming8017]

It does you just need to pay attention to modern quantum physics, neuroscience and heartmath studies... Gregg Braden... Bruce Lipton... Joe Dispenza

[@mutiyangpilingbabae9207]

Wow! Also, I love that Ger picture

[@lesliemccormick6527]

My son was obsessively interested in knights and castles, swords, shields, armour and etc. for years, starting at age 3 until age 8 or 9. When he was 4 or 5 he received a book on knights that had both illustrations and photographs. He came to me a few days after receiving it, very excited. "Mummy! Mummy! LOOK! This looks like mine!" He was pointing to a photo of a French sword and shield from the late 1300s, sometime during the 100 Years War, according to the caption. He then pointed out various pieces of armour as being "kinda like mine but everyone's is different." He then took a scrap of paper and drew a helmet and shield and announced, " THIS is what I had, Mummy, and it was heavy. My horse was weak and I fell to another man's sword but only cuz I got 'fected. Cuts stink then you die." 😳

[@Laszer271]

I was also obssesively interested in knights, castles, and all the other things that you have mentioned. Oh... and dragons, that was also a thing. So does that prove that dragons were real?

[@kyfarm]

@@Laszer271 You made another comment above that I gave you the benefit of the doubt on. I'm going to find it again and take my 'like' back, you ARE just being a jerk.

[@Laszer271]

@@kyfarm yeah, you are right, I admit that this comment was kinda jerkish. Still I think it was a little funny. But well, sorry to the OP.

[@laurabarber6697]

I hope you kept his drawing. Please write down your children's memories.

[@lesliemccormick6527]

@@laurabarber6697 I did for a while but alas, we have moved a few times.... ❤️

[@elgoog7830]

I would love to ask these kids some questions. The answers they'd have, would be absolutely stupendous and deeply intriguing.

[@sinsitysinderella790]

I feel the same way about insane people who rant and say things everyone dismisses as crazy.

[@Diesel257]

Not a past life but... My aunt asked me to stop singing "One, two Freddy's coming for you" because my baby cousin who couldn't yet speak would hum it from her crib and it's apparently extra creepy to hear over a baby monitor 😆

[@goldenpony822]

Jeez man lol seriously...

[@tiyah101]

🤣

[@lindasharp6013]

😂😂

[@valeriew4833]

Lmao

[@the6250]

Lol

[@Dale-ct5ru]

I don’t recall a previous life or the future really, but I have one thing. I dreamt once that I was in love with a dark-haired fellow - I couldn’t see his face, he was consistently turned away from me, so I don’t know how but I knew he had round glasses. I remember his voice as we talked. We were taking care of a little kid I think we had together. I have recently met a dark-haired fellow with glasses and the same tone of voice. I am very attached.

[@gingercatqueen4368]

For ten years I was in a miserable relationship and I kept having a dream of me being loved and loving with this dark haired man that when his arms went around me the world shut off. (My ex is a redhead) when I met my now husband (at an old job) everything clicked and I have been the happiest and luckiest woman since. 💜 and when he hugs me everything stops.

[@gingercatqueen4368]

Oh and yes dark haired as well. And I haven’t had the dream since.

[@gamesgames2389]

Maybe its a da future? XD

[@Lara-jp4xk]

@@gingercatqueen4368 Did you fall in love instantly when you saw him (second husband)?

[@Morgan-wz5rk]

I also had s dream about a dark haired guy... He rescued me after I've accidentally done a crime in public but he was a prince in my dream tho so I dunno how relevant THAT is. ◐.̃◐

[@spanishball9449]

Oh my fucking god my question has been answered. I legit remember being a dark grey room, with some person in a big screen, showing me pictures of people to choose as my parents, and planning my life. Oh my god.

[@teresaames972]

When my son was one year old my husband choked a little at the table and was coughing my 1-year-old was freaking out and crying dad dad die. I told him no everything was fine Daddy was just coughing. After that I noticed anytime anybody coughed he would cry and think that they were dying. When he was about three he told me that the reason he doesn't like it when people cough is because when he was an old man in the hospital he got into an argument with a doctor, he said the doctor left and then came back with a needle and gave him a shot and then he started coughing couldn't breathe and he died. I asked him where the doctor gave him a shot and he pointed to the place on his body where he has a birthmark it is on his upper thigh but not quite on his bottom. It's a place where he can't see unless he looks in a mirror. I thought it was kind of funny that that's the only place he has a birthmark and that's the place where he said the mean bad doctor gave him a shot to make him die. Second story about my son. When he was about 5 years old I found my old blackberry that had music on it. When I was pregnant with him I would carry the phone around with me listening to my favorite songs. There was one song that I used to listen to over and over again for months. It made me feel good while I was doing my household chores. After finding the blackberry I went to my favorite song and I was playing it my son came over and leaned up against me and just was listening to the song. I asked him are you sad he said no I'm just listening and I said what does this song make you happy he said no I'm remembering when it was just you and me Mommy and nobody else. I said well we're home alone now. He said no when it was just you and me and nobody else and no trees no grass no sky there was no chairs or tables there was nothing Mommy nothing just you and me. I said was it dark there or was it light. He said it was kind of dark but I really don't remember I just remember you and me I remember you talking to me. ( I used to talk to him while he was in my belly and read him stories ) he said I wish I could go back to that place I really liked it there. But I like being in this place too because I can see your face.

[@kaoutermouslimhaliba7145]

Funny, just yesterday I read a post where someon said that birthmarks actually point out scars thst poeple had on previous lives, and that souls actually got back to life again and again until they finally learn what they have to learn. As a monotheist i bilieve we only have one life but just wanted to point this little thing to you. cheers

[@teresaames972]

@@kaoutermouslimhaliba7145 thank you 😊

[@nadalazic5963]

Your one year old son could speak, and he spoke of dying and death?! Nonsense 😂.

[@teresaames972]

@@nadalazic5963 yes he could speak at one. Why couldn't yours. He said his first sentence at 8 months. My daughter said her first sentence at 5 month. She was a bit more advanced in Vocabulary by the age of 2 than he was but he potty trained himself before he was 2. She was 3. But she could read before he could. Why how old was your. Children. Oh I walked by the time I was 6 months. My daughter walked when she was 7 months and so did my son.

[@mutiyangpilingbabae9207]

Wow! Your kid is smart and also a sweetheart.

[@marcilk7534]

When my son was 3, we were driving past an old farmhouse on the edge of a suburb. He says to me “Once, when I was older, I was a cow on that farm.”

[@asmaetaoukil7794]

that would make me vegan for the rest of my life

[@elisha2907]

Omg..🙄 he remembered being a cow. Means it is true that v hv to live our lives being each animal on this planet and the last life is human.

[@marcilk7534]

@@elisha2907 Or that 3 year olds like to talk and have a wild imagination.

[@twistygaming8017]

@@marcilk7534 Or that younger children actually perfectly recall past life experiences because they are open and allowing, and aren't yet brainwashed and conditioned to forget who they are so they can be better controlled

[@marcilk7534]

@@twistygaming8017 Maybe

[@dicklang2756]

My mother would often tell of the time when I was about 3 and we were waiting at a railway crossing for a train to pass, suddenly I pointed to the boom gates and informed her that 'when I was a big man, I drove a big red truck and I built those gates'.

[@classiestudios1740]

So, as I was watching this, the one that caught my attention the most was the one where the boy told his mom that men with dogs came and made their village go on trains and how it was very hot and then he became his current mother's child. This reminded me of a book about concentration camps, and the Nazi soldiers would bring big dogs like German Shepards, and force everyone in the village into trains, and the trip would last all night long. And the book said that the trains were very warm inside, and it led them to a concentration camp, and then people got burned alive. The author survived, but that's not the point of my comment. The point being, this is very interesting. But if you want something from my OWN self, here's something: I'm only 15 right now. I've never left my home state, Oregon(that's all I'm saying. Don't want any strangers coming to my door!). About 5 or so years ago I started getting these really vivid and real dreams of this guy who was abnormally tall, and I was always with him in these dreams. The most common dream was in a hockey stadium, and I think I was watching from the sidelines because I saw this tall, anonymous person in the skating rink, along with the rest of his team. I never learned his name, nor did I find out where the places were. These dreams occurred a LOT, and I remember them all very clearly. The dream that stuck with me the most was at Hollywood Studios, a place that I, even to this day, have never been to or seen in person. This mysterious person and I were on the Tower of Terror, and from how he spoke, he seemed to be in his happy place. ... about 3 years of having these dreams over and over and over again, I met over discord, my boyfriend. And He is currently the exact height as in the dreams. With the same face, the same voice, the same laugh, everything... He's a goalie in hockey, too... ... ...we're currently planning a trip to go to the Tower of Terror in a couple months. And this, was his idea. I didn't remember the dream until he said "I should take you onto the Tower of Terror!!!" ...to this day, I still have these dreams.

[@Kalani_Saiko]

When I was a little kid, I kept having this reoccurring dream where I was running down a dirt road away from the direction of my school with a friend (I didn't know which friend it was in the dream because I could never see their face). A couple years later when I was 9 years old, my best friend and I ran away from school. It was only when I was turning the corner of the dirt road that I remembered the dream. I haven't had that dream since.

[@JohnTaylor-hn5zn]

My mother dream of my dad before they met...they married young and stayed married for68 years til their deaths

[@classiestudios1740]

@@JohnTaylor-hn5zn That's the same with my parents.

[@classiestudios1740]

@@Kalani_Saiko dang

[@mutiyangpilingbabae9207]

Wow! You have a premonetion (I'm not sure with my spelling) you are lucky to find your soulmate.

[@patriciap9025]

My daughter once told my husband “you hold me now when I am little, but I held you when you were little.” She is also deathly afraid of water, especially on her face.. she is almost 8 and has never put her head underwater. When I asked her why she was so afraid, she said she won’t be able to breathe again.

[@laurabarber6697]

She probably drowned in her past life. I'm exactly the same way. I even hang a towel over the shower curtain rod so I can hold it over my face when I wash my hair! I do not know how to swim and am afraid of the water. I'll and I'm "old"💝 Been this way my whole life.

[@e_kychkina9170]

The same as my mom. She doesn’t like water on her face, she can’t swim and she is panicking if the water level goes higher than her waist. This does not involve taking shower or walking under the rain, though. I asked her if she had any unpleasant experience or accidents swimming as a child. She didn’t, but she’s still this way. I think she drowned in one of her previous lives. She is also afraid of loud sounds. She told me it reminds her of bombing. She has never ever experienced any bombing in this life. When she was around 1 and a half years old, her family watched some kind of war movie, and there was a scene of air bombing. When my mom heard the sound of air-raid warning alarm, she immediately ran and hid under her bed crying. Adults thought that she was simply afraid of loud sound, but mom says that she was afraid of bombing, because she somehow knew what it was. She says she cried and screamed out loud because she wanted everyone else to flee and find shelter to save their lives. Stupid adults didn’t listen to her, though 😂🙈

[@jessicabohl933]

being afraid of water on our faces runs in my family both my granddad and i are afraid of it my mom isnt and im about to have my first kid i dont think she will have the fear either but her kids will

[@jessicabohl933]

@May you have peace sure i do and now that im older i have a better handle of my fear but i still have to take a minute to breathe and squint my eyes then hold my breath and dart my face under the water to wash it it sounds ridiculous and it is but having control over what im doing helps a ton its not a fear that goes away or even makes sense so just like every other fear you just find work arounds, coping mechanisms and ways to trick yourself

[@Art_pomeiz]

@@laurabarber6697 Oh wow, same here! I put a trapito(small towel/cloth) over my eyes to shield the rest of my face in the shower. I have an intense fear of putting my face in water. I can’t swim because I DON’T WANT TO. Whenever I put my face in water, I start panicking.

[@savvy2968]

The ones where the kids picked their parents made me bawl like a baby it was so heart warming because they chose us and some of us dont deserve kids because either abusive and other horrible reasons.. not just this but even ignoring them and not taking the time to be with and cherish them it really made me think if I am doing the most I can to have a bond and close relationship with my kids. Those ones made me think hard and cry and get angry at the parents who murdered their kids from abuse and trauma and the ones being abused behind doors and stuff they chose their parents who did a 180° on them

[@penguinista]

Hug

[@anonygent]

Yeah, I definitely would have picked other people than my parents.

[@jimmy2745]

My 4 yr old niece told me one time, "Don't mess with me, I'm dangerous. I taught all the raccoons around here Kung Foo."

[@MsWill813]

Why do people think this is creepy? My daughter informed me in a dream she is going to come when I am older, about forty. I was 20 then. I forgot it, she was born when I was 38, curly hair and almond eyes as I had seen. I remember I thought it was weird because my bf at the time of the dream was not like that

[@renakunisaki]

I don't find it creepy at all. Quite the opposite. It suggests there's something beyond life.

[@joaomjguerreiro]

@@renakunisaki It is not beyound life, it is beyound our limited imagination. But it is just part of life. Death is an illusion.

[@weneedmoreconsideratepeopl4006]

@@joaomjguerreiro oh but death is real, only it's more of a transition to the life afterwards ("afterlife"). The illusion is that most think that death is final when it isn't.

[@oltedders]

@@joaomjguerreiro Death is real just as sleep is real. Death being the end is the illusion. Life and death are 2 phases of the same phenomenon. One is latent, one is active in the constant stream of our existence.

[@oltedders]

@@weneedmoreconsideratepeopl4006 I wrote my comment to João Guerreiro before I saw your comment. We said the same thing. 😃

[@equarg]

I was chatting with an older women and mentioned how my Grandpa fought in the Pacific. Then things went…….weird. She then talked about how in a previous life was a German during WW2, trying to save Jewish Kids. How a German kid betrayed her, the SS Tortured her, and threw her into the streets to die of her injures. She was then reborn into a Catholic American family, and how she freaked them out with her recollections and knowledge of places and things. They took her to a priest a she freaked HIM out. It was a Nun who gave her the most comfort. She later in life got to go to Germany and see what happened to her old house (bombed out, gone, nothing but wild growth). The place where the SS tortured her was now…..a freaking Starbucks. Her eye roll was NOT faked. The WTH meter went to 10 when her daughter showed up, took one look at me, and commented, “Oh Mom, are you telling her about your past life again?” Me:😳 She went on how she thinks she found the a young Jewish boy from her previous life, and helped him make peace with what happened. She claimed to have found a Nazi Officer executed and reborn as an American female who grew up in literal Hell. Found him/her through the internet. He/she grew up, over came their challenges, and is now a professional therapist for troubled youth. Apparently his youth was messed up to in his previous life (mother sold him to Nazis as a boy and rejected him when he went back to her as an adult). He/she now tries to help other youth avoid the same dark path they took in their previous life…..redemption in a way? The details made the hair stand up in the back of my neck. Perhaps some do reincarnate, I am now open to that idea. Who knows……………

[@yinghua_vid1608]

Ok but imagine being reborn and seeing the place you were tortured in being a starbucks- the disappointment the lady must have felt

[@MsHSpring]

Someone should make a movie out of this!!

[@MsHSpring]

@@yinghua_vid1608 Seriously!.. If only places could talk, the things that they would tell!!

[@Chahlie]

A couple years ago I grew a patch of flax. When I went to cut it I said Oh darn I forgot to bring string to tie the sheafs. Then promtly whipped a couple pieces off and put a weird knot in, slick as anything. Was kinda stunned, then went and googled it. Yup. Had to sit down for the shaking. There are so many things, from knowing how to make Mediterranean food without being told, to 'seeing' dead people (not fun). When my youngest son died, 6 months later a homeless young kitten showed up at my place in the remote town where I was working- same colour hair exactly. It's a funny old world.

[@laurabarber6697]

You are a sweet soul💝🙏💝

[@timeflies72]

Last one. I was reading in the living room while my 3 little kids played in a bedroom. I kept hearing them laugh, saying, “Jason! Get down!” When the youngest came out to get a drink, I asked her who was Jason? She looked down the hallway and back at me (as though someone had shaken their head at her), and coldly told me, “I can’t talk to you right now.”

[@agnel47]

When my son was 3 he once whispered in my ear that he was never gonna give me up, that he was never gonna make me cry, and never gonna say goodbye. #blessed

[@penguinista]

Is your son's name Rick, by any chance?

[@agnel47]

@@penguinista yea

[@ankiking]

😂

[@teresaames972]

I have so many stores. First when I was small about 6 or 7 I had the same dream every night I was in a different country speaking a different language. It was in the early 1940's . The police and the army was kind of the same. I was at home with my children I have a 15-year-old daughter two other children seven and nine and a 18 month old baby. My husband was at war. A man knocked on the door and handed me a note from my husband telling me to get on the train it was time to leave. We quickly grabbed everybody up me and my oldest daughter and ran. There were people everywhere running towards the train. When we got there the train was crowded and it was leaving but we were on it. We were trying to get out of the country hopefully to America. The train was going on old abandoned tracks. We didn't have time to take food or anything. I had my oldest daughter watch the younger children while I went into some of the upper cars to try to find food for the little kids. The tracks gave way and the train crashed rolling down a hill. Most of the people died I was not with my children I don't know if they died instantly or not I did not. But I had several broken bones mostly in my legs. I soon just gave up and died. My whole entire life I've had trouble with my joints ankles knees and hips. For some reason I have no cartilage in my joints from the waist down and I am disabled. When I was in my early twenties I was in a tag office I came through the back door instead of the front and I saw pictures of trains from around that time period from all different countries and I saw a picture of the train that I was on for one that looks like it. After doing a little bit of investigating it very well could have all happened. Also when I was younger we had a neighbor lady come by who spoke German and I could understand what she said but I didn't know how to speak German.

[@spacefan36]

wait...okay, das ist echt interessant (maby you can understand it?) Ich habe einen Artikel um 1938 gefunden. Das ist der schwerste Zugunglück bisher in Deutschland: In der Nacht zum 22. Dezember 1939 rasten zwei D-Züge im brandenburgischen Genthin ineinander. 278 Menschen starben, 453 wurden verletzt. Die Tragödie gilt als das schwerste Zugunglück der deutschen Geschichte. Trotzdem erinnert sich heute so gut wie niemand mehr daran. Also this two: 18. Januar 1944 - Nach einem Fehler des Fahrdienstleiters prallte der D 52 auf einen stehenden Personenzug. 56 Menschen starben, 159 wurden darüber hinaus verletzt. and 3 more...most are collisions. It's really interesting ^^ thank you for your story!

[@teresaames972]

@@spacefan36 thank you I'm going to look that up.

[@mimic7848]

When my daughter was about two-and-a-half, she sat on my mom's lap and told her this, " a long time ago, when I was aittle boy, I had a red bike, it was a sheby" later on in life while watching an episode of Pickers, the guys were hunting around for bikes in an Old Barn, when one of them said oh my gosh this is an old Shelby, the Shelby Bike company made bikes from 1895 until 1902. they only came in two colors, red and black, red was a special order. That was a total lightbulb moment for me and my mom.

[@jah3742]

At almost two, my daughter suddenly stopped jumping on the bed, and spoke saying hi and calling the names of two friends who had not long died. The friends were acquainted with each other and had died two weeks apart from one another.

[@bellem.8329]

I have premonitions. Have had them all my life. As an adult, I started to see a pattern. My strongest senses are about birth and death, or life beginning and ending. I’ve had many premonitions about the deaths of family members, usually 2-4 weeks before they die. It’s scary. It hits like a brick, then lingers as a darkness until they pass. Sometimes I can’t discern what the blackness I feel is about. I can feel it but I don’t see it. Sometimes I know exactly who it is about, other times it’s more general and I don’t know until someone passes away and the darkness lifts. I can sense when loved ones, like my nieces or close friends are pregnant. Before they have tests or tell anyone. I have sensed them over the phone and in person just by touching them. And I know the gender of the baby too. I knew I had breast cancer 25 years ago even though the mammogram and biopsy said I didn’t. I insisted on the tests and then a pathologist found the tumor. It was smaller than a BB. I’ve sensed someone choking who was indoors and I was outdoors and I did not hear them, I just knew. I could sense illness in my child and my dogs before they had symptoms or diagnosis. I knew when my dog was about to have a seizure. My senses seem to be around physical things but I can also sense what people are going to say or do before they say or do it. It’s not like deja vu. It’s that I can mouth the words as they speak them. It’s not all the time, just sometimes and I don’t know why. I don’t fear knowing the future, even though it’s really sad to feel that someone you love is going to die soon. But I also get to feel that a baby has been conceived before it’s mommy even knows so there is balance to this. I feel like a freak sometimes. My mom had this ability and my daughter seems to also. It seems to get stronger as we age or maybe we just get better at tapping into it and accepting it. I have no doubts about reincarnation or premonitions or visions or whatever people want to call them. The mind and soul are beyond our comprehension. What we know about them is a far less than what we don’t know.

[@bellem.8329]

@Blythe Girl My premonitions are usually about family and friends, birth and death, though I do have other kinds sometimes. Have had nothing concerning COVID-19 but I do feel that the pandemic in America is going to slow down and soon. It won’t come to a halt because it is a virus that will be present forever, just like various flu viruses. Once they are here, they don’t disappear. We can control it with vaccinations but I feel it is here to stay and we will be offered an annual vaccination just like we are for the flu. I can’t tell if you’re being facetious or not in your assumption that I am clairvoyant, but if serious, those are my feelings and they are science based, not on any premonitions I’ve had about COVID. I’ll keep you posted if I have any though 🙂

[@laurabarber6697]

Honor your gift💝

[@kellyburket6955]

I see illness and death on people, and have prophetic dreams. I have seen murders committed by people upon meeting them. I try not to develop these things as some do. I'm not sure why. I used to do the OBE thing quite readily, but got scared by it and stopped. It's really weird that this happens to some like yourself, and alot of people and groups smarter than me have wasted lifetimes trying to explain it often with negative results and side effects. I will continue like you and just use it to help when it comes around.

[@bellem.8329]

@@kellyburket6955 I do have prophetic dreams as well and have had dead relatives come to me in dreams as well as when I’m awake but totally relaxed just before I fall asleep. Usually my visions of the future come to me when I’m awake so I just call them premonitions. I don’t study this stuff so I’m probably using incorrect terminology but I just call them how I see them. And there’s really nothing you can do, you either have this or you don’t. I have no desire to figure it out or try to hone it into a skill or try to do it at will. It’s very random and annoying while also being fascinating. I can’t imagine dealing with it when it involves murder. That would be difficult to deal with. I think some of us just have an opening in our mind to another sense that is untapped in most people but probably exists in all of us. No explanation for why.

[@kerim.peardon5551]

From the time I was 12 or so, I wanted to be married more than anything. I used to lie in bed and count how many more years I had to wait until I would be old enough to marry. But I sometimes I wondered what if something happened to my husband? Also, I was very interested in the idea of men who were much older than me. Fast forward to when I was 23. I met a man who was 40--almost 41--and we began to date. But I knew with absolute certainty that something was going to happen to him and we would not get to have many years together. We married and as the years passed, I felt this sense of impending doom growing more and more. His health began to decline and he was diagnosed with Parkinson's. I knew, though, that it was not Parkinson's; it was the beginning of the end. A few months later, I took him to the hospital and he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. I knew immediately that he was never coming home again. He was back and forth between the hospital and a rehab facility for 2 months, but for every step forward he took, he got knocked two back. I knew a few days before he died that he was dying. We kept hoping they could do bypass surgery on him, but they finally declared that he had something wrong with him they couldn't identify and couldn't fix. I didn't want to go home that night and leave him alone, but we didn't have anyone to walk our dog and I needed to do some things to make room in the house for Hospice to set up a bed for him so he could come home the next day. I woke up the next morning crying and I just knew. I began to get dressed. The hospital called me and told me to come in. But I didn't hurry because I already knew. They called me while I was on the way to say he had just quit breathing. When I checked the death certificate later, his time of death was right around when I woke up crying; he died probably while the nurse was on the way to call me. He never did get to come home, just as I knew he wouldn't. All this time I knew I would lose him, I also knew that I would meet someone else and be happily married a second time. After my husband died, I was hit with the knowledge that I would not have to wait long to find this second man--less than a year. I held onto that hope to get me through that hard time. I had a sort of feeling that I would be looking for a man just slightly younger than myself this time around and possibly foreign (or at least not from my part of the US). A few months later, my mother was talking about a Polish friend of hers and my stepfather's and that he was very good-looking. She had mentioned this friend before, but I always assumed he was their age, but the fact that she said he was very good-looking brought me up short. I asked, "Wait, how old is your Polish friend?" And she said, oh, early, or maybe mid-thirties. (I was 39 at the time). Immediately a bell went off in my head and I said, "And you haven't introduced me to him yet, why?" I had a good feeling about him, so when the opportunity arose, I got my parents to invite him over for dinner and I traveled in from out of town. He ended up having to work very late, but I stayed and waited because I had this feeling about him. We were introduced and he had me as soon as he smiled. He stayed for 2-2.5 hours and I knew by the end of that time that he was who I was looking for and, if he had asked me to marry him right then, I would have said yes. He just lit a fire in my soul, which was so cold and dark at that time, that there was no question about him being the right one. (And it turned out he was 37.) I am sure that my first husband and I were together a long time ago. We both met doing medieval re-enacting and we both very much felt at home portraying that time period. I think he passed away rather young then and that this life was us getting the years we were shorted in that previous life. But with K, I feel that I've been with him before much more recently because I knew him so immediately and have a psychic bond with him just as strong as I had with my husband after 16 years; I feel like a lot more time/lives passed since my first husband and I were together, so I was a bit slower to recognize him, like meeting a friend from childhood for the first time in 20 years. While it did only take me 6 months to meet K, I've been waiting to actually get him for 2.5 years. He's not been ready to date. He got married a few years before I met him and his wife asked him for a divorce right around the time when my husband died. I know she was getting herself out of the way because she wasn't supposed to be there; he was supposed to have waited for me. But, unfortunately, that mistake has put him off dating, so now I'm waiting on him. I have hope that this year will be my year.

[@collins2222]

When my mom was a little kid she was downstairs waiting for my grandma to finish changing my aunt before they went to pick up my uncle from school, my grandma says she heard my mom being very quiet so she went downstairs and their neighbor without shoes or socks on was sitting on the floor hurt. My grandma called the ambulance and they pick him up, after they did that my grandma asked my mom how he got there because it was muddy and rainy and he had no mud or rain drops on him and she told my grandma a lady in a white dress and a guy in a karate suit brought him over and went up. My grandma said “Upstairs? I didn’t see anyone.” And my mom just pointed her finger up and said “No. Up.” They had to go to his house and get some of his belongings later when he was still in the hospital and on his piano they had a picture of his wife who died and his friend who worked at the church, when my mom saw them she said “That’s them!” My mom has also told me this story and vividly remembers it.

[@zerolatitude2923]

A bright February morning, shoveled out the drive. Made two chairs in the snow and put my three year old in one, then sat in the other. Sun on our faces he said, "Do you like this day Dad?" I replied that I did. He said, "Good, I made this day for you." I knew he had.

[@sarahashenfelter5532]

I need to see what my 3 year old remembers! Apparently 3 is the magic age for remembering past lives.

[@kiara4681]

Maybe ask him about it

[@laurabarber6697]

3 is when children have enough vocabulary to start talking about these things. 💝 I too am one of those kids.

[@tiyah101]

@@laurabarber6697 😅

[@DanielledeVreede]

I missed that window with my sister's kids. Maybe I'll ask some of my cousins' kids😉

[@kinetic5216]

I brought up a past life at that age

[@lk.mae2347]

My grandpa died at December 27 and my cousin was born at November 27. She's currently 3 years old right now and every night, my family made it a habit to go outdoors because she always points at the moon and says that grandpa is smiling down at her. Children are more than just little humans, they have a specific intelligence that we lose as we grow up. Even I used to have this man called "Mr. White head" visit me every night when I was a kid, never saw him again when I entered adolescence. It's not creepy if I do say so myself. They've always been there, just never been visible to the naked eye

[@a.morrigan5870]

Nephew was around 4, his mother told him not to do something, well, this normally sweet tempered child folded his arms and gave her a cold stare, and said don't tell me what to do, I used to change your nappies. At that point his mother and I just stared at him and each other, and decided not to discuss it any further.

[@mwillblade]

Always dreamed as a kid of being a shirtless warrior painted blue on my chest, long brown hair, slim, bronze-tipped spear, and having an iron or steel dagger on my right hip. I was always speaking to another person in an unknown language. He was similar to me in dress and armed the same. Don't know what my facial features looked like, couldn't see myself. Started dreaming about this at least once a week at age five then stopped around age eight.

[@aaronmcconnell7358]

Sound like you were a Celtic warrior they were bronze age warriors of western Europe . That's awesome!

[@ginac7640]

Sounds like a Scottish Pict fighter, they painted themselves in blue wode!

[@aaronmcconnell7358]

@@ginac7640 true could be pict, but they were iron age warriors yes?

[@ginac7640]

@@aaronmcconnell7358 There were Picts 2000 years ago when Romans ruled England, south of the wall called, Hadriens Wall, which divided Scotland, (home of the Picts)and England!

[@aaronmcconnell7358]

@@ginac7640 thank you I knew they were Scottish just wants sure if the decendents of celts, or if the had been thriving around the same time frame giving they both liked the blue body painting . I will definitely do some more reading on them. Again thank you!

[@LadyWhinesalot]

when I was about 3 my father bought me a compass and I spent hours drawing a circular design on paper...hundreds of them. When I got older I found out about the geometric "flower of life" and was actually angry because I thought I had invented it. How does a 3-year-old know how to make the "flower of Life" ??

[@laurabarber6697]

Because our soul "knows". Then we are taught to conform to the ways of the world😪

[@ABW941]

Maybe because you repeat the same steps multiple times. It is not that complicated after you figure out that you have to put the needle on a spot on the circle.

[@missnaomi613]

1) I evidently told my mom when I was little, about nightmares about soldiers chasing me with guns and dogs. (I've been afraid of dogs my whole life. I am getting better, though.) 2) I've always been fascinated with the time in human history when we were starting to build structures instead of just living in caves. Also always fascinated by healing properties of plants. When I read the Clan of the Cave Bear books, so much of it seemed so familiar,it was scary! (For those who don't know, the author of those books did extensive research,to make it as realistic as possible.)

[@kathrynsmith3460]

Love that series! So much nature craft and shaman spirituality.

[@lexymartin8674]

My dad told me about when I was still in a walker everyday around the same time I would go and stay under the attic door and just look up and talk and talk for hours before saying/waving goodbye. And then when I was a little older there was one day we were walking to the store bc we didn't have a car and there was a fork in the road, my dad started down one way but I cried and told him that I didn't want to go that way bc "I had a bad feeling" so we took the high road and after getting home there was a story on the news about how two neighbors across the street from each other had an argument and started shooting at each other, apparently if we had taken the low road we would have been caught right in the middle of it

[@countessk]

My parents told me that when I was first learning to speak (English), I spoke with a thick German accent. They couldn't figure out where I might have heard German. I also had a bright red birthmark like a cigarette burn on my left ribs. Both the accent and the birthmark faded away. My best guess is I was German in a past life and was shot in the torso. Hard to not believe in reincarnation.

[@annafirth6738]

I remember spending a weekend (when I was little) playing with a little girl who had this habit of disappearing suddenly. My mom says (and I think it's related) that she was getting into her car one day and I said "Bye Anita", she was actually going to the funeral of a little girl called Anita who had just died of Malaria. In university I drew a picture of the girl I remembered and my mom told me it actually looked like her.

[@Dorky-Corky]

Ever since I was little (currently 35), I always said, "Brooklyn Dodgers" I was convinced all the way up until I was about 16 that they were the Brooklyn Dodgers and had no clue they were actually the LA Dodgers. The Dodgers left Brooklyn before my mom was even born and no one in my family likes baseball enough to have brought it up, so how could I have known they were originally Brooklyn Dodgers? I've also had a life-long love of airplanes and WWII. Again, no one in my family had any particular interest in either subject. I jokingly told my mom once, a few years back, "Y'know, I think the only explanation for this, is that I was a Brooklyn boy that flew fighters in WWII." My mom's response, "Wouldn’t surprise me."

[@laustin2832]

I'm also 35 and I used to say Brooklyn Dodgers. I was born in Ohio but grew up in Oklahoma and didn't watch sports. Wild!

[@staticdaydreams1136]

I kind of remember my past life. Not very well just the fact that I died while in the shower. I was taking a cold shower and my head was directly under the water. I also remember not one but multiple people being there when I was killed. I can also see ghosts. When I was small 3 or maybe 4 years old. One night when my parents switched off the light and were going to sleep, I saw a man who held a big gun. He made direct eye contact with me and grinned at me. He told me he was going to kill us. I screamed at the top of my lungs. My parents switched on the light and he disappeared. I slowly went back to sleep. The next day, We were watching the news. That particular news channel was talking about a terrorist who had come into our country and was shot dead in an encounter yesterday. And that man looked exactly like the man I saw the last night. There have been several other encounters as well. But I think I've written quite a long post so I'll stop here.

[@kevans67]

When my son was 3 he told me that he had another mother once and he liked her and he liked me too. He described living in Africa and that he loved cheetahs. He and his family died during either a war or when slave catchers were rounding people up. He is 31 now, so it was a long time ago for me to remember details. He doesn't remember at all anymore, but after he told me that, I decorated his room in cheetah print and pictures of Africa. We have no African heritage for the person who stated that it is an ancestral memory.

[@sinsitysinderella790]

What an awesome thing to do for your son, especially after hearing about kids getting upset that their parents don't believe them. Decorating his room like that had to give your son some validation, and some comfort. 🥰

[@ShadoeLandman]

I used to dream of living in a village in England that I only saw later on TV, and of being on the New England sea cost, where I've never been, in a building of either square stones or blocks near a lighthouse. Over and over again.

[@stevieme8642]

I used to dream about working in an industrial laundry. There were lots of women around and everyone was unhappy.

[@SnoBlobber]

imagine you live there again when your older. more memories might come back!

[@renakunisaki]

I used to frequently have dreams set in the same places. One of them was real, a pair of bridges very near home, but no idea why they were important enough to show up so often.

[@Ramenbrothh_Art]

Meanwhile I’m over here having the same weird ass dream of me turning into a dragon or some shit 😭

[@ShadoeLandman]

@@Ramenbrothh_Art Well I also used to dream about running away from werewolves :)

[@ratelhoneybadger]

It would be beautiful to know that we chose our parents and therefore all that comes with our experiences within our families. It helps you learn to love all off it and makes forgiveness a breeze too.

[@lindsays2007]

That’s a really beautiful way to think of it!

[@icdumppl2024]

If we chose our parents, one of ' em was a bad choice. And who wasn't happy about not getting a choice of their own.😶😶😶😶😶😶

[@Delicate_Disaster]

I remember being a little boy on a farm. I was about 10. I believe it was the 1920s or1930s based on outfits, and our tractor. I don't remember a name for sure, my Grandfather (Grampa John) would affectionately call me "boy" but I feel a certain familiarity to Samuel. There was a barn, it looked identical to the image of the Mitchell home school barn circa 1930s on Google images. It was pretty long and had a tall side and a short side. From the front the tall side was on the left and the shorter side where you park the tractors was on the right, closest to the field. I remember we were in the field and something was wrong with our tractor. Grampa said "Storms comin in quick. Gonna need to hurry on up." The wind was starting to pick up, I noticed the air wasn't getting cooler like a normal rain storm. A pregnant red haired woman in a light blue dress with a red haired baby in grey overalls on her hip opened the house door. She yelled out to us "It's getting too bad. We need to get down there!" Grampa pointed and said "Boy, get to your Ma. Hurry on!" I ran to her, and I remember that feeling vividly because I have a heart condition and was never taught to run, I don't even know how to make my legs move to run, but I remember feeling my feet hitting the ground, my hat blowing off and seeing my dog running by my side. I ran to my mother, she pulled me against her, and we ran out to the hatch. I openedit because she had my sister in her arms, but she had to help hold it open because the wind was pushing it shut. When we got down she gave me my sister and ran back to the hatch. She was screaming "JOHN! THERE'S NO TIME! I HAVE TO SHUT IT! JOHN!" and I remember wondering if the tears were from the wind and dust or sadness and fear, but I didn't want to ask. Eventually things stopped slamming. Ma opened the hatch and looked around before waving for me to hand her my sister who had somehow fallen asleep. She took my hand and we stepped up onto the dirt and took a quick inventory. We went to see of our barn held up and I asked my mother, where Grampa John was. A second later she spun me around by my shoulder to face the field, I think she saw his body and didn't want me to because she said "He's with your Pa now. It's just us four." Then I remember kicking a pebble and digging the toe of my boot into the ground as I held my mother's hand in silence. It's strange. It's not like a dream. It's a memory. If I stop and think about it I can turn around and see more and remember what's where if I focus on it

[@lindsays2007]

Thanks for sharing. So vivid. Do you remember if your dog made it down the hatch with you? Is that why your mom said it’s just us 4 now?

[@Delicate_Disaster]

@@lindsays2007 Yes. I remember him pressing up against me and growling when the door started shaking and slamming from the wind.

[@AnnieLeslie]

When my nephew was three my sister was pregnant on her second. My nephew would always talk to her belly. She had a miscarriage but didn't act any different around him. The day after the miscarriage he said " there's no baby in there" and then never spoke about it again. It's like he forgot there was ever a baby in the first place.