hello.
i have recently become very interested in the children's past lives forum. i am only fifteen but this is a very interesting and bewildering concept to me and i would very much enjoy further "study."
so here is my story:
when my grandmother, joan, had three beautiful young children (one of them being my mother), she gave birth to another boy, who she named ricky. but ricky had his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck at birth and, sadly, died only four days old. joan had always told me how troublesome those few days had been for her, seeing her youngest baby slowly dying practically in her arms. she remembers him very well, every time i ask about him. he had shaggy brown hair and the deepest, chocolate brown eyes she had ever seen. he also had an interesting birthmark on the inside of his elbow, in the shape of a distorted star. while the birthmark was certainly unique, she was convinced that it was only a birthmark and nothing more. on his last day in the world, she recalls, she was holding him in her arms and he looked directly into her eyes and smiled at her. she was devestated when he died.
these are really all the details she would share with me. the memory is too painful for her to recall.
about 25 years later, in 2004, joan's daughter, maria, gave birth do my little brother, her third child. she named him isaac. he was a very healthy child, and still is. normal in every way. we did notice, however, that he has the same birthmark as ricky had, in the same spot on the inside of his elbow. he also had the exact same chocolate brown eyes. at first the family dismissed the resemblance as a coincidence; heredity. and though at the time i was too young to realize, the pieces are now beginning to fit together.
in the first years of his life, isaac was fussy. he never wanted to be held by my mother or father. he always wanted grandma. he always reached for her and refused to let go. he would put up a fit whenever she left. when she was gone, as he got older and began to talk, he would say, "where's momma?" and my mother would say, "i'm right here!" and he would whine, "not you!" and get nervous. he often slipped and called her, "momma." and joan loved him as much in return. she was almost reluctant to leave him alone with us. she hadnt been that way with any of her other grandchildren. as he grew still older, he and grandma spent most of their time together. they were rarely even apart, and are the same way today.
now today, isaac is a bubling 7 years old. he is very mature for his age and a very compassionate child. i know that most children are expected to have lost all memory of their past lives by now, but he still makes small references every so often. for example, the other day, isaac was sulking around the house. we asked him why that was, and he replied with a sad look, "momma's got another family now." we asked him what he meant by that, and he replied, "i'm not her son anymore." we knew then that he was talking about grandma. my mother laughed and told him he never was grandma's son. he suddenly threw a fit, screaming "yes i was! you werent even there!" and he ran out of the room crying. my mother, forever a realist, just shook her head and rolled her eyes.
but i, being familiar with this forum and having read Carol Bowman's Return from Heaven, i know what this could signify. i pieced together the puzzle and i now wonder.
could isaac possibly be the reincarnation of ricky? and if so, how do i help my parents (and grandma) to realize this before it's too late?
i have recently become very interested in the children's past lives forum. i am only fifteen but this is a very interesting and bewildering concept to me and i would very much enjoy further "study."
so here is my story:
when my grandmother, joan, had three beautiful young children (one of them being my mother), she gave birth to another boy, who she named ricky. but ricky had his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck at birth and, sadly, died only four days old. joan had always told me how troublesome those few days had been for her, seeing her youngest baby slowly dying practically in her arms. she remembers him very well, every time i ask about him. he had shaggy brown hair and the deepest, chocolate brown eyes she had ever seen. he also had an interesting birthmark on the inside of his elbow, in the shape of a distorted star. while the birthmark was certainly unique, she was convinced that it was only a birthmark and nothing more. on his last day in the world, she recalls, she was holding him in her arms and he looked directly into her eyes and smiled at her. she was devestated when he died.
these are really all the details she would share with me. the memory is too painful for her to recall.
about 25 years later, in 2004, joan's daughter, maria, gave birth do my little brother, her third child. she named him isaac. he was a very healthy child, and still is. normal in every way. we did notice, however, that he has the same birthmark as ricky had, in the same spot on the inside of his elbow. he also had the exact same chocolate brown eyes. at first the family dismissed the resemblance as a coincidence; heredity. and though at the time i was too young to realize, the pieces are now beginning to fit together.
in the first years of his life, isaac was fussy. he never wanted to be held by my mother or father. he always wanted grandma. he always reached for her and refused to let go. he would put up a fit whenever she left. when she was gone, as he got older and began to talk, he would say, "where's momma?" and my mother would say, "i'm right here!" and he would whine, "not you!" and get nervous. he often slipped and called her, "momma." and joan loved him as much in return. she was almost reluctant to leave him alone with us. she hadnt been that way with any of her other grandchildren. as he grew still older, he and grandma spent most of their time together. they were rarely even apart, and are the same way today.
now today, isaac is a bubling 7 years old. he is very mature for his age and a very compassionate child. i know that most children are expected to have lost all memory of their past lives by now, but he still makes small references every so often. for example, the other day, isaac was sulking around the house. we asked him why that was, and he replied with a sad look, "momma's got another family now." we asked him what he meant by that, and he replied, "i'm not her son anymore." we knew then that he was talking about grandma. my mother laughed and told him he never was grandma's son. he suddenly threw a fit, screaming "yes i was! you werent even there!" and he ran out of the room crying. my mother, forever a realist, just shook her head and rolled her eyes.
but i, being familiar with this forum and having read Carol Bowman's Return from Heaven, i know what this could signify. i pieced together the puzzle and i now wonder.
could isaac possibly be the reincarnation of ricky? and if so, how do i help my parents (and grandma) to realize this before it's too late?
