My daughter Lottie's memories

I am new to the forum - hi everyone!

My daughter, Lottie, began telling me about her memories when she was two. I have always kept a diary and so have recorded everything she said to me, with as many direct quotes from her as possible. What she said fascinated me. I had never even thought about reincarnation but she has certainly made me think twice. It has only just occured to me that other people may be interested in what she has said! I don't know how much detail to go into at this point so I shall just sum-up what she said, and I will be happy to go into greater detail and direct quotes, if anyone is interested.

It all began when she was 2. We were out walking together when she surprised me by telling me that it was "Seventeen eighty seven". I had know idea how she knew what a year was, or how to say one!

A few weeks later while on the bus I told her that she looked like a little lamb in her fury white hat, and she started talking about taking all the fur off a lamb, and brushing the hair to get all the dust out of it, which she added was "very important". When I questioned her about this she went all quiet, looked uncomfortable and changed the subject, only answering quietly, "I don't know" to any further questions.

A while later, at home, she told me that her name used to be "Daisy". (I am using the modern spelling of the name as I have no idea what the spelling might have been if she was still talking about 1787. There seem to be many variations - does anyone know?) . Not long after this she said her name was "Robinson" - that she used to be "Daisy Robinson". (She didn't know anyone with either of those names).

Another time when we were out for a walk she suddenly told me she had once had wheels on her feet and had fallen over. When she saw a boy on a skateboard she became excited and told me that that had been what she had been on when she fell over! I told her she had never been on a skateboard before, but she insisted that she had, and that it was when "mummy and daddy and Evie weren't there" - Evie is her sister. She then told me she got married. I thought this mention of skateboards was strange, as they had obviously not been invented in 1787! When we got home I asked her about sheep shearing and she told me she used to make "blankets". She said she had animals other than sheep too. I asked her if she had been a boy or a girl. She replied, "A girl". Then she looked confused and seemed to change her mind and said, "A boy". Then she tried to make things clearer by saying, "When I got MARRIED I was a boy".
It was then I started to realise that Lottie may be talking about more than one past life!
Over the next few weeks she told us she used to be boy who lived in Germany, spoke German, and got married in France. She recalls being on a skateboard and falling off, and also seeing areoplanes and an airport. She told me her name was "Franz" (she didn't know anyone with this name, although I will tell you that we were around German-speakers in Switzerland at the time). I asked her for a surname, and a few days later she came over and quietly said "Hanzug" (I am guessing at the spelling). She never confirmed "Hanzug" was a surname, or Franz's surname, only that it was important and she didn't know why.

I think the thing that got me most though was that one day, Lottie approached me in the kitchen and said, "All the air came out of here". I didn't know what she was talking about so I said, "Out of where?". Lottie pointed to the middle of her body and said, "Here. And I died. But I don't like talking about it". She looked sad and wondered away. That shook me up as I had no idea that Lottie knew anything about death, or that people die! She mentioned it once more after that, saying that she was 30 years old when she died, and that the cause of death was not eating anything.

Lottie also mentioned that Daisy Robinson's mother's name was "Kitty". This is quite an old fashioned name, and one I am sure she had never heard (other than maybe in relation to cats). This was one of the last things she said.

Is it usual that children be reluctant to talk about their past lives, and to dislike direct questions? She often answered 'Nothing' to questions we asked her, which is a very strange answer for her. She would give information freely on her own terms, and she took it very seriously, not like when she was pretending. Also, she would sometimes take a few days to get back to me on the answer to a question, something I found to be quiet amazing as she had obviously been mulling it over in her mind for days!

She said a few other things too. I was truely amazed by all this, and still am. We were very careful not to doubt her, and never made out she was lying. We just showed gentle interest, gentle encouragement, and respected her when she didn't want to talk about it. She hasn't mentioned it for a long time now, and actually doesn't even remember saying any of this! She is 4 now and when I tell her about what she used to say she listens with interest, but admits that she doesn't remember anything about it. She is a very happy, well adjusted child.

Sorry about the long post - just realised!

 

Hello Jennywren and welcome.


Wow, it sounds like Lottie has had some very detailed recollections. Keeping a diary was a wonderful thing to do. It does sound like she was remembering more than one lifetime. And it sounds like she was sharing things with you as they came to her. The answers to what you were asking her may not have been known to her in that moment. It is amazing that she had the presence of mind to hold on to the question and come back with an answer later.


It's not suprising that she doesn't remember anything now. It seems that the younger children are, the closer the memories are to the surface. They tend to outgrow them as the old past life memories are covered up by new current life memories.


The most important life is our current one, and it sounds like Lottie is an impressive young girl. She is very blessed to have an open-minded mom who lets her be her.


Thank you for sharing. :thumbsup:

 

Hi Jennywren, and welcome to the Forum!


It is clear that she remembered a great deal of good information, and you had great foresight to write everything down. That will be a priceless treasure for both of you.


It's hard to say which memory goes with which; but, I can tell you that her knowledge of the "sheep-to-blanket" process is right on. During the spring shearing, the wool was then spun by women without washing the fleece. This helped to maintain their resistance to water. So, they had to shake it and pull the most desired part of the fleece for carding. After being spun the wool would be returned to the owner of the sheep, or would go directly to the weaver. Up until about a hundred years ago, weavers were usually men, because they had to belong to a guild, which actively discriminated. That could have been what caused her some confusion, because she may have suddenly realized that she wasn't a girl at that time.


Regarding names, they were most often written down phonetically until dictionaries became widely available during the early 19th Century preceding the industrial revolution. This makes genealogical research very difficult, because the name could be spelled in many different ways depending on the pronunciation in various regions. A rare name like Henry Parkhurst, for example, could end up being Harry Parkis as they would have pronounced it in New Jersey, USA. The name, Franz Hanzug, is, as you may know, is a real German name, which unfortunately belongs to hundreds of people in Europe, but is not often heard in the United States, except for Texas; probably because it might have become anglicized. Beginning with the First World War, many German families around the world changed their names, which makes tracing them even harder. Daisy Robinson, however, might be a little easier; although that family name is quite prevalent in English speaking countries.


If you have any additional information, you might be able to fill in some of the gaps over time; and I sincerely congratulate you for having as much as you've described. The fact that you wrote down her physical and emotional reactions, as well as whatever she said, has provided more information than is usually available. At four years old she might still remember some small thing that could be the Rosetta Stone that enables you to place it all in the proper context. So, keep referring back to this Forum, and read whatever you can find in the resources offered here.


-Nightrain

 

Welcome, Jennywren, and thanks for sharing about Lottie!


She has had very detailed memories, and I think you've reacted perfectly to them. :thumbsup: You've described very common signs of children sharing past life memories. They are often confused or even disturbed by the memories, as it can be difficult to understand that something that they remember so clearly isn't "true" now. Also, memories, such as dying, can be difficult to deal with.


Many children are not comfortable with answering questions about their memories, but will blurt out something every once in a while spontaneously. Some parents have found out the best times to discuss the memories are, for example, the bedtime or when they are given a bath, when they are relaxed and calm.


It's great that you wrote everything down, never told her she was lying, and didn't push her to tell more about her memories. I'm sure Lottie will treasure your notes when she grows up, and they might also help her understand something about her and her life one day.


Karoliina

 

Hi everyone, and thanks for all your replies! I really want to read Carol Bowman's books but am having trouble finding a bookshop big enough to stock books on such a specialised subject. I think I will have to order them on-line. I am glad people think I handled the situation well, as I really didn't have a clue! She seemed to want to talk about it, but without feeling like it was an interogation, so I just went with what she wanted.


She IS a very special little girl. She is very bright, hit all her milestones early, and I believe she may be showing classic signs of a child with a high IQ, or 'gifted'. I have really been enjoying reading the other accounts on here of children's past lives. I really didn't realise how common it was! I have noticed that many of the children described on here sound 'gifted'. There are many different character traits of gifted children but a few of them can include nightmares, trouble sleeping, intense fears, excellent memories, vivid visualization, enjoying expressing themselves through art, and being more mature than is usual for their age. A lot of children on here sound like this! Does anyone think there may be a connection between being gifted and remembering past lives?!


I have a few more points to add about Lottie, although I don't have much time now as the girls really want to get ready and go out for the day (they are a busy pair). I will just quickly ask this though:


As a baby, Lottie would act strangely when you showed her her own reflection. Either her bottom jaw would drop down in shock and she would look completely surprised at her own face, or she would burst into tears and turn away, hiding her face in her hands or your shoulder. When I recently reminded my husband of this he said, "Maybe she didn't like her new face?". This gave me the creeps! Does anyone else have any experience of a baby reacting so strangely to their own reflection? She LOVED other faces, of adults and babies alike, it was only her own reflection that prompted such a negative reaction. It happened dozens of times, over months, and yet there are plenty of psychologists out there who claim that children do not know it is their own reflection until they are two years old! She knew. Did anyone else get this?


Thanks once again and will write soon!

 

It's a good idea to order Carol's books online. :thumbsup:


I haven't seen any reasearch on this, but based on the stories on this forum it seems possible that children, who talk about their past life memories, have somewhat advanced skills and thinking patterns for their age. All I can say from my own experience is that my children seem completely "normal", ie. not "gifted", and my first-born, a 3-year-old girl hasn't been talking about past lives at all. I think I of all people would notice.


I believe most children will learn it's their own reflection in the mirror in their first year, but I think Lottie's reaction sounds a bit unusual. Both my children have been so excited to see themselves in the mirror as babies. Maybe Lottie really was shocked to see something she wasn't expecting, if she hadn't truly realised she had been born to a new body.


Karoliina

 

Hi everyone,


Thanks for your replies and interest. I am really enjoying your forum. I thought I would add something else Lottie told me, which I found very interesting.


When Lottie woke up from a nap she started talking about the date 1787 again. As she had willingly brought the subject up herself I decided to ask her a question, but a light-hearted one (she had been sad when speaking about her death previously), so I asked her if she knew any songs or music back then. She immediately said, "London Bridge is Falling Down". My first thought was that this song was from a later date, maybe the 1800's, so I thought that couldn't be true. However, when I researched into the history of this song I found that the earliest written version dates from around 1744! Lottie has always loved this nursery rhyme, and I now get the strong impression that it is because this song is familiar to her from a past life!


I have only recently become aware (thanks to your forum) of how children can be affected by a past life, and how old traits and habbits can show through. I wonder if anyone here thinks the following is significant?


Lottie said that when she died she died because she "didn't eat anything". Ever since she has started eating Lottie has had a big appetite and a love of food. As a newborn she would breastfeed hungrily for anything up to an hour at a time, and showed a very keen interest in solids before she was 4 months old. As a toddler she got easily distressed, verging on panic, if you told her that we had forgotten to bring a snack with us when we were out. "I'm hungry", or, "Can I have something to eat?" were almost every second sentence out of her mouth throughout the day. She always ate a huge amount, an example of one breakfast when she was two years old was toast, cereal, yoghurt, a banana and an apple. Everyone I knew said it was unusual for a young child to eat this amount at one sitting. I wonder now if it is due to a lack of food in a previous existence? (She is not overweight, by the way, she is very lean and healthy).


Also, when she spoke about being married in a past life, she sometimes, even now, bursts into tears and says "I've got no-one to marry!". I wonder if this is just a normal toddler phase, or if she is really actually sad and feels alone in this life. I try to reassure her and tell her she will meet someone in the future, and this seems to help a little. Does anyone have any advice?


Thanks again. It's so nice to be able to tell all this to someone!

 

It could have been a famine where she didn't have anything to eat.. They were common in the west too, until communications were improved in the late 19:th century. I found this mention of a famine in north america when googling famine 1787: http://museum.gov.ns.ca/blackloyalists/17751800/events1775/famine.htm

 

Hi ChrisR,


She doesn't eat quite as much as she use to, although she still has a very good appetite and maintains an intense interest in food. She will still often cry if you withhold food from her. She currently requests three courses at breakfast every day! She still gets what I would consider 'over dramatic' if she asks for more food and you tell her it is all gone. I told her today, as you suggested, that there will always be plenty of food for her to eat, and she simply nodded. I think deep down she knows that, although she does ask for food or say she is hungry very absent-mindedly. When I ask her "Are you ACTUALLY hungry?" she sometimes thinks about it and says "no". She just says it automatically, like it's a habbit.


We never did find out the circumstances surrounding "I died because I didn't eat anything". It could have been self-inflicted, illness, environmental, or other reasons, but we really don't know.


I don't think she ever will mention any of this again as she really seems not to remember anything about it now. Do you think it's ok for me to tell her her memories, or do children forget for a reason? Should I let her forget?

 

Thanks for this information, Indian. Very interesting, especially considering the very specific date. She never told us what country she was in when she died unfortunately, so any conclusions we could draw would be purely guesswork. That is why I have all but given up trying to track down a historical person who actually existed. Where to start?! I'm sure there have been plenty of little boys called Franz on skateboards in Germany, and there are definately many Daisy Robinsons' throughout history, but I couldn't begin to try and find out which one based on such tiny snippets of information. It's so frustrating!


Thanks for researching for me though! It's great to find so many people here that have a keen interest in the subject.

 

Thanks ChrisR, I really don't know why I feel like I should bring the subject up with her. Maybe I feel like it is too important to forget, although she seems to have forgotten anyway! She seems interested in the subject, even at age four, and sometimes likes to discuss it as a concept. Despite not being able to recall her own actual memories she is interested in hearing what she has said in the past. I don't know what she thinks or feels about reincarnation. To be completely honest, I don't even know what I think about it! I never had any previous interest in reincarnation, and hadn't considered it 'real'. Now, faced with memories from my own child, I have been forced to consider it. I don't know what to think. I am kind of stuck in a no man's land between not completely believing in reincarnation, but at the same time thinking my daughter (and other children) are telling the truth. It is a strange and contradictory position to be in. I totally believe that unless we can proove that reincarnation is not real, we must treat children's memories of their past lives as seriously as if they were proven fact. It would be grossly unfair to thousands of children to write off their memories as fiction if we do not really know for sure that it is. I am far too open minded for that. It is definately worthy of further research. I have been reading of Dr Ian Stevenson's travels and experience and it is extremely fascinating. I intend to read into it as much as I can. And needless to say I am all ears and all notebooks and all pencils for if and when my second daughter mentions anything!

 

VERY interesting. Your little girl sounds very self aware. Maybe as the years go on, she'll find some way to tell you more. GOOD FOR YOU!

 

Most amazing conversation of my life


Oh my goodness. I have just had a conversation with Lottie that just blew me away and I HAVE to share it on here right now.


As Lottie has told me several times that she has forgotten about her past lives, I had given up all hope of hearing anything more about the subject. However, I wasn't prepared for what just took place. I grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled down (with shakey hands) the converastion as it was happening.


I had been talking about Misty, my pet dog who lived with my mum and dad, and who has recently died. Here is the converation I had with Lottie:


Lot: Misty is dead. I wonder if she is going to come back as another dog?


Me: I don't know. Do you think she will?


Lot: Yes. Because I had past lives.


Me: So do you think that she is another dog now?


Lot: No, not yet.


Me: Why not yet?


Lot: When did she die?


Me: A few weeks ago.


Lot: She won't be a new doggy yet I don't think.


Me: Why not?


Lot: Because you spend a bit of time dead first, like a few weeks or a few months or something.


Me: Oh. How do you know?


Lot: I don't know. I just do.


Me: Oh. Did that happen to you?


Lot: Yes.


Me: Where were you after you died?


Lot: I didn't exist.


Me: But your memories must have survived for you to remember your past lives now?


Lot: Hmmm... I find it hard to describe.


Me: Can you try?


Lot: I went into thin air.


Me: How do you know you did that?


Lot: Because my memories that were lost somewhere remembered it. I just drifted up into thin air at night when nobody was out.


Me: And then what happened?


Lot: I went up into the sky, breaked yourself up into bits of dust.


Me: What happened to the dust?


Lot: It floated all over the place, and after one month I came back to Lottie.


Me: What did it feel like when you broke up into dust?


Lot: I don't know. I was lying still because I was dead.


Me: But you must have been aware of breaking up into dust?


Lot: What does 'aware' mean?


Me: That you noticed it.


Lot: Yes I did, but I didn't really feel it.


Me: Oh. Who were you before you were Lottie?


Lot: I've beed [been] so many people in the past that I can't remember them all, and I can't remember the person I was when I broke up into dust and then was Lottie.


Me: ...What did it feel like to die?


Lot: Nothing.


Me: Wasn't it scary? I think I would be afraid.


Lot: No, it wasn't scary.


Me: Did you see any other people when you were dead?


Lot: When I was dust other people made friends with me.


Me: What did the other people look like?


Lot: Dust aswell.


Me: And what did you do while you were dead?


Lot: I was getting ready to be Lottie.


Me: What did you have to do to be ready to be Lottie?


Lot: Change.


Me: What did you have to change?


Lot: My life.


Me: ... Lottie, do you feel like this is new information, or have you always known it?


Lot: I've always known it. No. It's new information... I don't know. It's really, really hard to describe.


Me: Are you scared of dying now?


Lot: No, I'm not scared. It does make me sad though because I like being on the Earth.


Me: Did you always go to the same place when you were dead?


Lot: Yes. I mean no. I'm not sure. I just liked being home.


Me: Where's home?


Lot: In Australia. [This is where we currently live]. I did have a home when I was dead, but I prefer being on the Earth. At home.


She then skipped off into the kitchen and asked if we could make some cakes now.


I was completely stunned. I was shaking slightly, and could actually feel adrenaline in my body. My arms and hands felt really weak too and I had butterflies in my tummy. I made cakes with her, but I can tell you, my mind wasn't on cake making!


I couldn't get over how serious she had been while talking to me. She is usually such a cheeky little thing, and if she is joking with you you can see it in her eyes, and the way she grins. But this time I looked straight into her eyes and there was not a trace of joking there at all. I kept waiting for her to break into a cheeky smile and let me know she was winding me up, but it never happened. She just looked right back at me and had such a serious look in her eyes that it made me feel uncomfortable. I am just stunned. It's late, and I should go to bed, but I had to share this right now. I don't think I am going to be able to sleep tonight anyway...

 

Thank you very much for sharing. :clapping:

 

Hi Jennywren!


This latest conversation with your 4 year old daughter, Lottie, is the most amazing thing I've read in recent memory. In fact, I'm going to rethink some of my assumptions in light of her comments about breaking up into dust, yet retaining her memory. The part about preferring life on earth was a shocker, as well. You have a most remarkable little girl, and a window seat looking over her many incarnations. Wow!


-Nightrain

 

Well, that certainly gave me food for thought! I have recently bought Carol Bowman's book Children's Past Lives and just finished reading it on the morning of the day this conversation happened. The whole book was fascinating and I read it in about 4 days (very fast reading for me). One part that was very striking for me was the part about a form of telepathic communication between mother and child. There has definately been times when Lottie has demonstrated this, for example, I was typing an email to someone when she was two, mentioning a dream I had years ago about a dog called 'White'. While I was typing she came skipping into the room with a toy dog that she hadn't previously named and told me his name was White. When I mentioned this to my husband he said that that sort of thing happens often enough between him and Lottie that he didn't even really think about it anymore.


Carol also talks about having a 'trigger' for the memory - a sound or event etc. After this conversation I wondered if my reading about children's accounts of past lives and/or the afterlife, plus reading about telepathic communication between parent and child was the trigger that began Lottie thinking/talking about it? I would love opinions on this as this is only a (newly)educated guess and I could be mistaken.


Lottie seemed calmer after she told me. She has been acting pretty manic for a few days, but I could see a change in her right away. She seemed more relaxed. Her speech wasn't as rapid, and she wasn't as hyperactive.


As reguards my belief in reincarnation... I am getting closer and closer to believing. I think I am unwilling to rush myself into it. I don't feel like there is any pressing need to rush myself into believing or dismissing the evidence. I just want to study the evidence and want a belief to happen by 'osmosis'. I was raised as a Roman Catholic so reincarnation was never discussed or introduced to me as an idea while I was young. I didn't get on well with the religion I was being brought in to. I wasn't interested in it, didn't believe in it, and didn't feel it was relivant to my life. I believed that we probably only lived once and that when we died that was the end of it. I was happy with that idea. It didn't make me uncomfortable that it all ended with death and that there was no greater purpose. I didn't believe the human race needed any greater purpose other than to be born, to live life as much a good a person as you could be, and to die.


I was always into parapsychology and would borrow books from the library, but the reincarnation chapter was the bit I always skipped over. I imagined the idea was the result of people inventing a theory of life after death because they were uncomfortable with the idea of everything ceasing at death (not how I felt). But one day, about 5 years ago, I watched a programme on the TV about a little boy who remembered a past life. His statements were verified to be true and he described, and later recognised, the place the previous personality had lived. This was news to me. There was actual evidence for reincarnation?! And I believed him. I was suddenly more interested than before, but after Lottie was born not long after that I didn't think about it again until she started making statements when she was two.


The thing is, it is easy for people to ignore or dismiss statements from children who they do not know, for any number of reasons. But when your own child begins saying these things it really is very different. I believe what Lottie has said is true. I guess it is not that easy for me to shake my earlier beliefs, even if I now feel they are probably wrong.


It's a bit like someone telling me that the colour I always thought was red, is actually blue. It would be hard for me to take that at face-value and to believe it straight away, and I would need some kind of evidence, and to see how many other people were saying that the colour was really blue. That's the best way I can explain it. I am in the process of seeing how many people call it blue.

 

Your recent observations, Jenny, are triggering realizations, that I hadn't considered before now. There is so much going on in our lives, that we take for granted and, as such, do not seem to generate the attention to memory that we would like. The fact that we often don't remember what we had for breakfast is one case in point.


So, when our children chatter as they do, we often don't realize that we could be missing something very remarkable. By the same token, children don't realize how remarkable their memories are, when they are chatting about them. So, eventually, it all passes into oblivion along with the memory of that morning's breakfast.


In your case, after you read Carol's book; you became mindful of the little details you might have otherwise missed. And you, therefore, noticed the remarkable fact that Lottie was psychically aware at the same time. The more often this happens, however, the more we are still likely to forget these events. They, quite simply, become commonplace. So, perhaps, we must continually infuse our consciousness with a steady stream of new information in order remember what we have learned on a conscious level.


But, while we are trying to be mindfully conscious of things, we also have to prepare meals, wash clothes and do the dishes, then, go to work. And, by the time we have another free moment, we may already have missed another revelation with our children.


It seems understandable, therefore, that the memories our children share with us soon pass into oblivion as they become more engaged with their new lives. Even the most enlightened parents will become involved with the more pressing issues of daily lives, and memories of their profound experiences with their children will begin to fade. The fact that you have faithfully transcribed the above dialogue has preserved this little miracle for everyone.


Thank you, Jenny! And, thank you, Lottie!


-Nightrain

 

Thanks Nightrain1, I'm glad you appreciate Lottie's snippets of information. I am really glad I write these things down. I think they will be fascinating for her to read in the future. I am quick to commit to memory and write down whatever she says on this subject as I want to make sure I record her words exactly, otherwise I think I would start doubting myself about her comments, or worry that I was remembering incorrectly. This way, I can be in no doubt.


I might try and bring the subject up again with her during the week if she seems in a particularly chatty mood.


Carol Bowman describes children often being in a trance-like state when recalling memories. During this recent conversation she didn't seem to be. She was very reflective though, and appeared to be thinking deeply. She seemed much more able to answer direct questions on the topic of 'life between lives' than she did about the past lives themselves (when she was two she would offer information freely but would be uncomfortable with too many direct questions).


Does anyone have any particular questions they would like me to put to her?


Lottie has a fantastic memory. I have conversations written down that I have had with her about her time before she was born, IE in my womb. When my midwife read these comments she was convinced Lottie's memories were real (she had previously held the belief that infants remember nothing from before birth). I can post them here if you are interested, although I am aware that it is a bit off-topic. Just goes to show, I think, what an amazing thing memory is, and how amazing children are. I can't help but listen to everything my children say! I dare not miss a thing!

 

Hi Jenny,


It's all so fascinating, isn't it?


I am guessing here, but perhaps her last incarnation may have been as a German soldier in WWII. The "wheels" rather than a skateboard may even have been a motorbike perhaps? If she took part as a German soldier in the invasion of Russia, for instance, she may well have been one of the thousands who died of starvation in the freezing Russian winter.


From what I know, in each incarnation/lifetime, the spiritual/subconscious "consciousness" is "hampered" by what I like to call the "physical consciousness cap". This process permits the temporary physical consciousness to adapt and experience all the new information while hampering the memories of past lives into our "subconscious", which will usually only manifest either while the child is very young or via dreams or hypnotic regression or meditation or whatever other means...


As for "I went up into the sky", I also had a similar experience during a hypnotic regression. After "remembering" having been killed in a battle in 1480, the therapist asked me what I was feeling after my death and what I had learned from that lifetime. My sensation was of floating upwards and looking down upon the battle field, feeling no pain whatsoever but just a sense of slight frustration over an objective that I had not been able to achieve (I was a soldier in the Crusades by the name Ezequiel).


As for "breaking up into bits of dust", this may have been her way of interpreting/explaining how she felt and sensed things in her "spiritual body", which is apparently formed by more subtle forms of energy/matter, but mostly "light".


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Thanks for your reply Charles Stuart. I would rather not jump to any conclusions about soldiers and WW2 reguarding Lottie's statements about being a German as she never mentioned a time period, or any war or conflict of any kind. I am sure that she knew what she was talking about when she mentioned the skateboard as she knew the difference between that and a motorbike, and never had any kind of reaction to motorbikes. However, even two years on - and after she has said she doesn't remember talking about past lives - she still gets excited about seeing a skateboard and keeps asking me if I will buy her one. Maybe I should, just to see if it brings back any more memories?!


Your regression experience does sound similar to her description of floating up in to the sky. I agree with your ideas about her description of breaking up into dust as well. I feel like that was the best way she could describe what happened to her, whether she was literally dust or not. She was clearly having a hard time explaining it to me, and had a pained expression as she was searching for the words (and telling me twice it was "hard to describe"). When she said she drifted up into thin air at night, she was actually looking down at the time, as if visualising it, and when she talked about breaking up into dust she lifted her hands up and wiggled her fingers as she spread her arms slowly outwards and away from her. To me, she certainly appeared to be actually remembering something, not only in her facial expressions, but also with her whole body.


I haven't read a similar description of her impression of breaking up into dust so far, but I would be interested to know if anyone else has. This made her description seem all the more genuine to me, as she appeared not to be repeating something she has heard from another source but explaining from her own unique point of view.


Thanks again for your thoughts.

 

Memories from before birth

Hi ChrisR


I'd be happy to share! The first conversation was when she was 3 years old, and the second was when she was 4:


Lot: (Her head resting on my chest) What's that noise?


Me: What noise? Is it a sort of beating sound, like a drum?


Lot: Yes.


Me: That's my heart beating. Have you heard that sound before?


Lot: Yes!


Me: Where were you when you could hear that?


Lot: I was curled up in a ball. I could hear something.


Me: What could you hear?


Lot: Someone talking.


Me: Who was talking?


Lot: It was you! I heard your voice, and daddy's voice.


Me: Wow! Did you eat anything in there?


Lot: No. Just drank water.


Me: Oh. How did you do that?


Lot: By slurping it (purses lips and sucks in).


Me: Could you see things in there? Was it really bright in there?


Lot: No, it was dark.


Me: Did you have any toys to play with?


Lot: No. I was holding something . . . was I holding your bones?


Me: I don't know, were you?


Lot: It was long, sort of curly-straight. It was thin and round. It felt like a rubber ball, but it wasn't a ball.


Me: How did you feel when you were in my tummy?


Lot: Good.


Me: What did it feel like in there?


Lot: A bit like skin. A bit tickly. And scratchy. I was uncomfortable, and comfortable.


(She also said that she remembered sleeping in there. I asked her what else she did in there, and she said "Erm . . . nothing really"!)


Lottie 4 years old


Dad: How did you feel when you were in mummy's tummy?


Lot: Good.


Me: Were you comfortable?


Lot: Yes. The thing I remember about being in mummy's tummy was that it was nice and warm.


Me: Did you ever feel cold in there?


Lot: No.


Me: Did it ever get too hot?


Lot: No.


Me: Was it too hot sometimes?


Lot: No, it was warm all the time. Just hotty-cold (her word for a temperature that's just right).


Me: What else do you remember about it?


Lot: I remember that thing I was holding was orange.


Me: But how could you see what colours things were if it was dark?


Lot: Well, when it was a bright and sunny day outside it was a bit brighter in there, and when it was a cloudy day it was dark. It was very, very, very soft and comfortable in there for me. I loved it so much.


Me: Was it uncomfortable at all?


Lot: Sometimes it was. I didn't have enough space.


Me: What shape were you in there?


Lot (didn't understand)


Me: I mean, what shape was your body in? Were you all stretched out like this? (I extend my arms and legs).


Lot: No, I was in a ball.


Me: Show me.


Lot: (Brings her legs up to her chest and tucks her head down so her chin is on her chest)


Me: Did you ever stretch out?


Lot: I did try to, but I didn't really have enough space. I wanted to stretch out. I used to think about how lovely it would be to stretch out. (Pauses and looks thoughtful). I could stretch out this big (she extends her arms and legs a little but so her elbows and knees are still bent).


Me: Could you feel anything against your hands and feet when you did that?


Lot: They touched a thing. It was really wide and long and big.


Me: Was it soft or hard?


Lot: It was soft and squidgy.


Me: Were you bored in there?


Lot: Yes, I was bored. Very bored! I didn't really do anything. I think I did used to smile in your tummy. And frown. Maybe I was grumpy?


Me: What made you grumpy when you were in my tummy?


Lot: . . . Maybe I frowned?


Me: No, I mean what caused you to be grumpy?


Lot: The light coming in when I wanted to sleep. I liked it dark to sleep.


Me: Oh, I see. What colour was the light coming in?


Lot: It was sort of light and dark. It was whitey-orange.


So, that's what she has said on this subject. I was (and still am) amazed at her memory. I don't see any evidence for her remembering a past life in the womb from these conversations, although one thing in particular that she said about her time in the womb became very obvious after she was born. The midwifes were amazed at how long she was when she was born. She was 58.5 cm, longer than 99% of babies, and her plot on the growth chart was actually off the graph! All she did for the first few days of her life was stretch. Every few seconds she would put her arms above her head and do a big stretch. We never saw her in the foetal position (a position we had been lead to expect her to return to frequently after birth), and she absolutley refused to be swaddled, struggling and screaming her head off when any attempts were made to wrap her up and restrict her arms. The midwives were baffled, saying that babies usually loved being swaddled. I refused to let the midwives swaddle her after so many attempts - it was clear to me that she HATED it and I wouldn't put her through it.


I had never told Lottie about this, so when I heard Lottie say "I didn't have enough space", and "I wanted to stretch out. I used to think about how lovely it would be to stretch out", I was amazed and convinced that these memories were real. She was a very big baby in a very small space.


Even now she panics if she feels trapped, hates being strapped in anywhere like when travelling in a car, and screams if her arms are restricted.


I also found this part very telling:


"I was holding something . . . was I holding your bones?


Me: I don't know, were you?


Lot: It was long, sort of curly-straight. It was thin and round. It felt like a rubber ball, but it wasn't a ball".


To me, this sounds like a description of the umbilical cord. We know for sure she used to hold that because when I was in the hospital with a foetal heart monitor attached to me her heart rate dropped really low. The midwives said that this happens when the baby squeezes the umbilical cord and restricts the oxygen supply, causing the heart rate to drop as the baby nearly passes out!

 

Hi Jenny!


You know...When I was a boy back in the early 60's, I remember that we used to "re-purpose" roller skates and two-by-fours to make our own skate-boards. I think we got the idea from our parents, who did the same thing to fashion scooters with a small crate with a handle nailed to the front. I guess such things have been around as long as roller skates, and all we did was find a way to take it a step further -- simpler and a little more daring.


Skateboards, as they appear today, have been around for the last 40 years that I know of. So, If Lottie has a memory of this sort of thing, you might want to research images of non-motorized scooters and early skateboards in order to determine a time frame for her memories. She might recognize a particular style that fits a specific period.


-Nightrain

 

Hi, again, Jenny!


I found this


from 1947 of a boy nailing his roller skates to a board.


-Nightrain