We recently reported on the phenomenon of young children believing they had former lives. Many as young as two or three give vivid details of past experiences, startling parents with their articulate accounts. A number of stories have been collected in a book, Memories Of Heaven, by the motivational speaker Dr Wayne Dyer. Since then, scores of you have written in to tell us how your own young children have come out with perplexing and sometimes painful ‘revelations’ about their past selves. Some readers will believe these ‘memories’ of being ancient Egyptians, soldiers or reborn family members are merely the product of fertile imaginations. Others will find the extraordinary details coming from the mouths of those so young harder to explain.
One thing is for certain: they make compelling reading.
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Memories of Egypt
The article about children who feel they have had past lives particularly resonated with me.
When my grandson was about two, he started to talk about ‘his other mummy’. He frequently asked when he would be going back to her.
I was quite spooked and didn’t want to mention it to my daughter.
I asked where he had lived and he told me Egypt, in a house made of mud.
When I asked about his ‘other mummy’, he said he did not know what had happened to her because he had been bitten by a snake and died . . . and he never saw her again.
Eventually, I told my daughter, expecting her to laugh and think it was just his imagination, but she said he had talked to her of his other life.
He continued to mention his past life until he went to school and then it faded away. He is now 12 and cannot remember anything at all about it.
Margaret
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‘I am buried over there’
Our youngest child, Estelle, was born 16 years after her sister, Virginia, had died in a car crash aged six months.
Estelle looked very similar to Virginia, with big dark eyes and thick black hair.
When Estelle was a year or so old, just beginning to talk, we were driving near the cemetery where Virginia was buried — the first time we had visited the area since Estelle was born.
Out of the blue, from her baby seat, Estelle said ‘I am buried over there’ and pointed towards the cemetery, which could not be seen from the road. We were shocked, and said nothing.
One night, when she was in bed, she looked at me and said, ‘Can I have a wide straw hat and long dress like I had before with my other Mum and Dad?’ I agreed and asked when that was. ‘A long time ago when I lived in a house with a big field of flowers around it.’
John
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‘We fly up to see God’
My son, Jamie, must have been about three when he began talking about a little boy called Chris.
I thought it was probably an imaginary friend, as some children have at that age, because he didn’t know any children with that name.
When I asked him about Chris, Jamie said: ‘Chris is a little boy and at night we fly up and see God.’
I thought this was very unusual because my husband and I are not particularly religious.
My mother-in-law then told me that she’d had a brother, who died before she was born. His name was Chris.
I ordered the death certificate and his name was ‘Chris’, rather than ‘Christopher’, and he had died aged four of a childhood illness.
Barbara
He knew how to ride
From the age of two-and-a-half, my son, James, would tell us the same story. He had lived in a wooden house with stairs next to a ‘big water’. One day, someone left the door open and he walked out, fell in the water and drowned. He went to heaven, and then he was James.
Aged four, he cried when he saw a horse on the television. He was hitting the screen, saying his horse was waiting, and he had promised it he would go back. He was so upset that I took him to some stables the next day. When a pony was brought out, James knew exactly how to ride, even though he had never even been on a donkey.
A few people I consulted about this all said the same thing. By the age of five he’d stop talking about it, and sure enough he did. It certainly opened my mind and today I am a firm believer in past lives.
Joanne
Salute from little soldier
When Diamond, our daughter, was about two, she would use words so uncommon I had to open the dictionary to find their meanings.
When she saw a new food, she would call out its name. Her mother and I would mutter under our breath: ‘This child has been here before.’
Once when she saw a military parade on TV for the very first time, she screamed ‘Soldiers!’ She jumped out of her seat, stood to attention and gave a perfect salute. The men parading were neither at attention nor giving a salute.
When we asked if she was a soldier in her first life, she smiled and replied coyly: ‘Yes, Daddy. I was in the military before.’
Ade
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'I am buried over there... I was shot in my knees': Readers reveal their children's haunting stories of past lives... so why DO so many kids insist they have lived before?
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