A long time ago I brought you flowers

[Brenda]

I was driving my son (who was three at the time), home from preschool. I was being particularly quiet that day, having just learned that my dear grandmother was expected to pass away very soon. Without any precursor to the conversation my son said: A long time ago I brought you flowers. I said, "you did?" "Yes," he said and a necklace and a wrist." "You mean a bracelet?" I asked. "Yes." (I knew instinctively--don't ask me how--that he was telling me something important, so I asked questions) "Where were we?" "Some place far away, not here." To which I asked, "What was my name." He answered, "Prin King and I was Jack Burke." (Really freaked me out that he gave the names, at three years old--just like that!!) I said, what was I wearing?" He said, "A long white dress. I was wearing black pants and a black shirt." I asked, "What happened to Jack Burke?" He said, "He died and went up to heaven, but now I'm a little boy again and living at our house." When I got home I typed the story, word-for-word, into my laptop so I'd never forget his exact words...

 

[DJ]

Brenda,

Just curious---have you read Carol's book? What viewpoint did you have regarding reincarnation before he told you this?

Here is *another* instance where the child begins talking of other lives while he/she is being driven in a car.

DJ

 

[Elisabeth Hallett]

I suppose it makes perfect sense about the car-riding... it is rather a trance. I've also heard that children while swinging may access these memories.
What a beautiful memory that came up! Was this some time ago -- how old is your son now, and has he expressed anything more of his memories?

 

[keetz]

I've just stumbled across this site. Most of the important sites are found while stumbling, I've found. I've not read a ton of topics but was intrigued by the recurring mention of the chilren being driven in cars. I've an entire book full of my six-year-old's car-riding-revelations. One of the most recent was one of those that left me with goosebumps:
"In the first thirteenth year," said Vincent, "I had a mermaid."
My writer/mother's ear swooped across the front seat of the car and hovered next to his lips, but he paid the appendage no mind. He just stared at the glovebox and went on.
"She was in disguise, Mom. She had a blanket wrapped around her and she was pretty dirty. She didn't have any shoes but she walked on her feet. She brought me some water."
"Really," I mumbled, wondering what I could possibly say in response to this early morning revelation. As it turned out, Vincent didn't need a response. He continued to talk.
"And in the second thirteenth year, she came back. This time she was dressed up. She had big hair and her dress had a hula-hoop inside. She still didn't have any shoes, but she brought me some water."
Well, okay. The writer/mother's ear drooped, forgotten, between us. I swallowed. Vincent wasn't done.
"And in the thirteenth year that's not here yet, she's gonna come back again," he said, softly.
"How will you know it's the thirteenth year?" I asked.
He beamed at me then, like the morning sun bursting through ocean spray.

"I'll know, Mom, because I'll be thirsty."

 

[DJ]

Keetz,

This is very interesting and intriguing.

You are probably still wondering what he means when he calls her a "mermaid"?

I don't know. Perhaps she could be someone who, throughout his lives, brings him drink when he is literally thirsty. It could be a sign between them. He might call her his "mermaid" affectionately as a nickname because of it.

Peace!,
DJ

 

[keetz]

DJ
I'm really not so full of myself that I need to see my words posted everywhere. Everyone please forgive my repetition, please. Learning how to utilize this site.
Your response was rather a relief. It made Vincent's revelation seem less goose-bumpish. I have wondered who the mermaid is. I assumed, at last, that she may have been a past lives' love interest, or nurturer.

It's also interesting that since this I've been able to trace Vincent's innate knowledge to the 60's, more than anywhere else. He seems to have vivid musical recollections of the era. He loves folk music, protest songs, ballads. He says his favorite artist has been Lesley Gore for a long time, although his favorite song remains Peter, Paul and Mary's "Lemon Tree."

Not sure if I mentioned that Vince is six, with severe ADHD and social delays, but doing fourth grade math and reading.