3Butterflies
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This is my first post here and I don't know if I should be posting these two experiences in separate threads or not. I am going to post about both experiences here. I apologize if this post becomes lengthy.
I will give a little bit of background in regards to my oldest son's past life memory that he shared with me when he was 2 or 2.5 years old. When I was in my early 20's, way before my son was born and before I had even met his father, I had a past life regression. My first "memory" was myself as a young girl about 7 years old standing barefoot in my parents very large (acreage) yard hidden in the trees playing in the mud. In fact, I distinctly remember the feeling of wiggling my toes in the mud. I remember knowing it was around the early 20th century, maybe 1904 or 1905. I remember hearing my father's frantic cries calling out for me, like he thought I was missing. I didn't want to call back to him because I thought I would be in trouble.. although I did not have any sort of feeling of being scared of him. In fact, I felt as if he was a very loving, doting father. I will post more details about this past life regression in the appropriate discussion area.
When my oldest son, T, was born we had this connection (at the time I thought this "connection" was a normal occurrence between mother and newborn child. I did have very strong connections between myself and younger son, R, and daughter but my oldest son but somehow different). We locked eyes the moment he was put on my chest for what seemed like eternity and there was a recognition on both our parts like we had just ran into each other like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long while. It took my breath away. I hope I explained that properly. Most people look at me like I am nuts when I talk about it. From when T was a little baby my husband and I (and family) always commented on what an old soul he was (to this day he is like an adult trapped in a child's body). He was always very affectionate towards me. Everyone said he was such a momma's boy, always telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. The one time he had seen me teary he was very young, maybe 9 months old. He crawled right over to me and wanted up. I picked him up and tried telling him I was okay. I expected a hug but instead he looked at me with a very reassuring look, like what a parent would give to their child who was upset, and took a piece of my hair and proceeded to wipe my tears away. It gave me chills and I am rather embarrassed to say, caused a few more tears. When T was about 2 or 2.5 we were playing and out of the blue he turns to me and says remember before when I was your dad and you were my daughter and I thought you were lost but you were actually playing in our woods in the mud? I was so scared. My jaw must have been hanging open because when he looked over at me he started laughing. I had goosebumps and every hair on my body was standing upright. I had never told him that story (being that he was so very young) and I rarely talk about the regression as most people aren't very receptive. To this day I have no idea where he would have got that idea other than it was an actual past life memory. He described the scene in detail. I am convinced that he must have been my father in that lifetime. How else would he have known? He didn't mention anything after and I didn't think to ask. He is now 7 and doesn't remember any of that but does say that it would be cool if he was my dad in this life so he could be my boss
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Last year, my youngest son, R, had just turned 3. We were driving back to our house from doing errands. We live in a suburban area but a 3 minute drive and you are in farmland. We were driving down one of the rural roads with very large dairy farms on either side. Fields as far as the eye can see with the coast mountains in the background. I thought R had fallen asleep but suddenly he says mom do you remember when I died before? I told him I don't remember and asked him if he did. He didn't say anything so I let it be. A few minutes later he said I've been in fields like those (he was looking at the large cow fields). I said really? What were you doing in those fields? I was thinking that maybe he was remembering visiting farmers markets but as he had just asked if I remembered when he died before I thought he might be trying to tell me about his memory. R very matter of factly told me that he was shooting at people and that he had a gun with a sword at the end of it. I asked him if he had played this game with his brother and he said (in a frustrated tone), no this was before. I asked him who he was shooting at. He said people he knew and that they were friends but not anymore because they didn't agree. My husband is American and is VERY interested in the Civil War. We have watched many documentaries (before R was born and he had not been exposed to this or any kind of violence or war on tv) which made me think that this is what he was describing. I didn't want to lead him in anyway so I asked him if he remembered what he was wearing. He said I wear a blue uniform and I fought with many of my friends. I had lots of friends. I am very tough and I wasn't scared like a lot of them were. I asked him what else he remembered. He said, very simply, I died. I got shot here and pointed to his ribcage. And that was it. A few months later we had seen a mother duck and her ducklings walking in a row on the side of the road. He said to me look, those duckies are hup two three four hup two three four. Maybe related to what seems like a past life memory or maybe he was just making an observation. On a side note, up until the last month or two, R would speak with a decidedly southern US accent. Not deep south but definitely not Canadian/Northern US. My husband would just say, that's the American coming out in him, and laugh it off. I did mention that my husband is American but he is from the Pacific Northwest and his accent is very similar to ours on the West coast of Canada. Very different from how R would speak.
I apologize for the extraordinarily long post. If you've made it to the end, thank you! I think I have missed my opportunity to get more info out of T but with R, I am not sure how to bring it out, so to speak. Should I ask questions or should I just wait and see if he brings it up again? He is 4 now but hasn't mentioned anything else. I am definitely on alert though. I am hoping my daughter will share some past life memories with me when she is able to talk.
I will give a little bit of background in regards to my oldest son's past life memory that he shared with me when he was 2 or 2.5 years old. When I was in my early 20's, way before my son was born and before I had even met his father, I had a past life regression. My first "memory" was myself as a young girl about 7 years old standing barefoot in my parents very large (acreage) yard hidden in the trees playing in the mud. In fact, I distinctly remember the feeling of wiggling my toes in the mud. I remember knowing it was around the early 20th century, maybe 1904 or 1905. I remember hearing my father's frantic cries calling out for me, like he thought I was missing. I didn't want to call back to him because I thought I would be in trouble.. although I did not have any sort of feeling of being scared of him. In fact, I felt as if he was a very loving, doting father. I will post more details about this past life regression in the appropriate discussion area.
When my oldest son, T, was born we had this connection (at the time I thought this "connection" was a normal occurrence between mother and newborn child. I did have very strong connections between myself and younger son, R, and daughter but my oldest son but somehow different). We locked eyes the moment he was put on my chest for what seemed like eternity and there was a recognition on both our parts like we had just ran into each other like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long while. It took my breath away. I hope I explained that properly. Most people look at me like I am nuts when I talk about it. From when T was a little baby my husband and I (and family) always commented on what an old soul he was (to this day he is like an adult trapped in a child's body). He was always very affectionate towards me. Everyone said he was such a momma's boy, always telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. The one time he had seen me teary he was very young, maybe 9 months old. He crawled right over to me and wanted up. I picked him up and tried telling him I was okay. I expected a hug but instead he looked at me with a very reassuring look, like what a parent would give to their child who was upset, and took a piece of my hair and proceeded to wipe my tears away. It gave me chills and I am rather embarrassed to say, caused a few more tears. When T was about 2 or 2.5 we were playing and out of the blue he turns to me and says remember before when I was your dad and you were my daughter and I thought you were lost but you were actually playing in our woods in the mud? I was so scared. My jaw must have been hanging open because when he looked over at me he started laughing. I had goosebumps and every hair on my body was standing upright. I had never told him that story (being that he was so very young) and I rarely talk about the regression as most people aren't very receptive. To this day I have no idea where he would have got that idea other than it was an actual past life memory. He described the scene in detail. I am convinced that he must have been my father in that lifetime. How else would he have known? He didn't mention anything after and I didn't think to ask. He is now 7 and doesn't remember any of that but does say that it would be cool if he was my dad in this life so he could be my boss
haha. Last year, my youngest son, R, had just turned 3. We were driving back to our house from doing errands. We live in a suburban area but a 3 minute drive and you are in farmland. We were driving down one of the rural roads with very large dairy farms on either side. Fields as far as the eye can see with the coast mountains in the background. I thought R had fallen asleep but suddenly he says mom do you remember when I died before? I told him I don't remember and asked him if he did. He didn't say anything so I let it be. A few minutes later he said I've been in fields like those (he was looking at the large cow fields). I said really? What were you doing in those fields? I was thinking that maybe he was remembering visiting farmers markets but as he had just asked if I remembered when he died before I thought he might be trying to tell me about his memory. R very matter of factly told me that he was shooting at people and that he had a gun with a sword at the end of it. I asked him if he had played this game with his brother and he said (in a frustrated tone), no this was before. I asked him who he was shooting at. He said people he knew and that they were friends but not anymore because they didn't agree. My husband is American and is VERY interested in the Civil War. We have watched many documentaries (before R was born and he had not been exposed to this or any kind of violence or war on tv) which made me think that this is what he was describing. I didn't want to lead him in anyway so I asked him if he remembered what he was wearing. He said I wear a blue uniform and I fought with many of my friends. I had lots of friends. I am very tough and I wasn't scared like a lot of them were. I asked him what else he remembered. He said, very simply, I died. I got shot here and pointed to his ribcage. And that was it. A few months later we had seen a mother duck and her ducklings walking in a row on the side of the road. He said to me look, those duckies are hup two three four hup two three four. Maybe related to what seems like a past life memory or maybe he was just making an observation. On a side note, up until the last month or two, R would speak with a decidedly southern US accent. Not deep south but definitely not Canadian/Northern US. My husband would just say, that's the American coming out in him, and laugh it off. I did mention that my husband is American but he is from the Pacific Northwest and his accent is very similar to ours on the West coast of Canada. Very different from how R would speak.
I apologize for the extraordinarily long post. If you've made it to the end, thank you! I think I have missed my opportunity to get more info out of T but with R, I am not sure how to bring it out, so to speak. Should I ask questions or should I just wait and see if he brings it up again? He is 4 now but hasn't mentioned anything else. I am definitely on alert though. I am hoping my daughter will share some past life memories with me when she is able to talk.
Sometimes images speak louder than words and the information you want will flow without any prompting.