The headline is a question my oldest son asked me when he was about 3 or 4 . We were in the parking lot of a convenience store where I had just purchased a soda and a copy of U.S. News & World Report. The magazine was purchased at my son’s request and the soda was my idea. As we walked to the car Nick looked up at me and said, “Mom? Who was I before I was me?”
When he asked I was still digesting the odd nature of his magazine request so the ensuing question was more than unsettling, it was sort of creepy. I replied to his question with a questions like, “why do you think you were someone before?” I wanted to draw Nick out on the subject in the event his question was based on something he saw on television or a conversation he overheard. Nick was quiet for a minute and said, “just because I do.” I pressed for the origin of his question but ascertained nothing. I don’t remember my exact reply to him on that day but I’m pretty sure that I would have given him a short list that included a variety of different beliefs and I would have started my sentence with, “some people believe…”
That was over 20 year ago beyond that I’ve honestly never given too much thought to past lives. Certainly, I’ve met complete strangers that I felt I’ve known them forever and like Nick, I’ve met children who seem to embody the twinkle of a very old soul. I bring this up because I recently had a strange experience that has caused me to look into the subject and poke around for information online. Before I decide whether or not to share details I wanted to open the topic up and gather views from those willing to comment subject.
Do you think people have past lives, if so do you think they “cluster” in current lives as psychic medium John Edwards suggests? Do you think past lives draw us to specific interests in our current lives?
Has anyone ever come into contact with an object or a location that triggered images from a different era? This has happened to me twice, once when I was 18 and once more recently. As I am typing this it occurs to me that this happens to Alexa often. Over the years its been something she’s been unwilling to discuss up until recently. It has seemed that the more she opens up to it the less it frightens her.
Growing up she was the most frightened child in the universe and literally grew up attached to my leg. As she got older it became increasingly apparent that she seemed to draw information that others didn’t. For instance, she knew something was terribly wrong the night her father died, she correctly named her great grandfathers mother and she knew the nickname of her long deceased great uncle. I kept telling her his name was Denny until one day she looked at me and said, “I keep getting Dave.” Of course it wasn’t until she said Dave that I remembered that my grandmother was the only person who called him Denny or Dennis, everyone else indeed knew him as Dave.
Last week we visited an area convent, Alexa looked up at all the windows and across the grounds and said “I feel like children are peeking out from everywhere.” A few days later I researched the history of the convent and discovered that the nuns once ran an orphanage that housed about 120 children per year and the period of dress Alexa described was consistent with the time period identified in the historical documents.
When I take walks I typically use the cemeteries as my turn around points, its a very small town so its almost unavoidable. One of the cemeteries has a spot in back along the riverbank that makes me uneasy, so uneasy that I avoid going anywhere near it. The other day Alexa and I passed the cemetery in the car, she turned to look then put her finger on the passenger side window and said, “there’s a place right there that I don’t like.” She pointed to the very spot that I avoid like the plague.
I will leave you on that note, I am looking forward to your thoughts and comments on this subject.
**While typing this blog post the hinges on my bedroom door kept squeaking like it was moving back and forth…If I were comfortable with being irrational, I think I’d scream.
****On a final note, Nick just came into my room and said, “thoughts are weird, I can’t tell what format their in.” Of course my eyebrows raised as to say, “what’s that supposed to mean?” Naturally, he elaborated…”well I put thoughts into words and pictures but what do they start out as before I translated them into something I can communicate because they’re not words or pictures.” Yeah…when they start out with current events in preschool there’s just no predicting where they’ll end up. I just hope he wasn’t expecting me to answer.
Update: I wanted to add a link to the theory of psychometry.