Have any of you found that once the metaphoric door is open, so many things begin to pour out? It seems like my son is more and more consciously aware of his past lives, and not just the ones that were apparently traumatic. The other night at dinner (we were eating at a mexican restaurant), my son remarked that he would like to be a Mexican sometime and live in Mexico; he said, "I've never been Mexican before. Then he said, "I would build by own house, too." I asked, kind of laughingly, "So, how would you going to do that? Have you built a house before?" and he said, quite seriously, "Yes, I did. I even helped built that"- and pointed to the mural of a pyramid on the wall of the restaurant. Then he quickly went on to say, "But I knew the most about building when I was a Roman. I helped make the plans for buildings then, and I was really good at it." None of these assumed past life memories were traumatic or depressing in any way, so I was glad to see that now that this door is open, he can enjoy the good memories as well as the ones that are troubling him. By the way, a couple days later, my son briefly referenced this conversation and added that he "mostly built roads" when he was a Roman, more so than buildings.
The same evening, all that past life talk sparked my daughter, who usually doesn't make any references to past lives (and who is also diagnosed with high functioning autism) to go into a long description of how much fun she had as a Viking one time. She said that she had five sisters, and that they loved to sing, but that they also loved to fight. My daughter, who doesn't eat meat at all, also said, "And we just LOVED to eat lots of meat and throw the bones! But our favorite thing to do was sing. We sang so funny!!"
The same evening, all that past life talk sparked my daughter, who usually doesn't make any references to past lives (and who is also diagnosed with high functioning autism) to go into a long description of how much fun she had as a Viking one time. She said that she had five sisters, and that they loved to sing, but that they also loved to fight. My daughter, who doesn't eat meat at all, also said, "And we just LOVED to eat lots of meat and throw the bones! But our favorite thing to do was sing. We sang so funny!!"