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JohnA
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When I was a toddler, I felt as though everyone knew that they would grow up and start over again. I remember that is what happend to me and thought everyone had the same type of memory. When I started telling my mother about what I looked like when I was older, this at somewhere around the age of 3-4, I realized she didn't know what I was talking about. I did not attach the word death with it and had no Idea one had to die to start over, I thought that you just got older then it just happend one day that you become a baby again. That was an inner understanding that I had since I could remember. My mother didn't believe me and so I just dropped it. But I remembered then as I do to this day that in my last life, I was about 40 or so years old, had jet black hair, was wearing a red plaid jacket or shirt. That I had an axe in hands, that I was in front of a tree stump about to chop wood. I was in good physical shape. I was surrounded by a forest with a strong sense that this was in the US. Which was somewhere other than where I lived at the time in this life.
I also knew that it was a continual thing, this growing up and starting over again as a baby. I have no other memories other that those. At the time, as a child, I had blond hair. I have no idea what all this means except that it felt good to find out other children had the same sensations and memories as I do. I just heard about this place on A&E. I'm 42 now and am a president of a National Mortgage Company.
I also knew that it was a continual thing, this growing up and starting over again as a baby. I have no other memories other that those. At the time, as a child, I had blond hair. I have no idea what all this means except that it felt good to find out other children had the same sensations and memories as I do. I just heard about this place on A&E. I'm 42 now and am a president of a National Mortgage Company.