HI,
Several of you reminded me it is important to share, and were touched by my memory in the 'Curiosity-Taboo' thread in the adult section. So I thought I would share another aspect or extension of that memory.
One of the things I think is important when our children are young and remembering-- is to keep a journal. So I thought I would share an example out of mine. Remember Daniel is almost 17 now - this account was when he was five. Shared memories are a form of validation -- a shared experience.
But what I had....was validation..it wasn't my imagination, or wishful thinking or trying to remember. It was all there ........in black and white. My two cents??? Keep a journal!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Love and Light,
Deborah
Several of you reminded me it is important to share, and were touched by my memory in the 'Curiosity-Taboo' thread in the adult section. So I thought I would share another aspect or extension of that memory.
One of the things I think is important when our children are young and remembering-- is to keep a journal. So I thought I would share an example out of mine. Remember Daniel is almost 17 now - this account was when he was five. Shared memories are a form of validation -- a shared experience.
********Shared Memories********
I had never talked to Daniel about any of my past life memories. I had never talked to him about the possibilities of reincarnation. But in 1990 when Daniel was five, he volunteered some incredible validation for me. He actually remembered being my sister, he even remembered my name.
I was in the kitchen cooking dinner, he was being a typical five year old boy, obnoxious as ever. I had just gotten after him to behave when he turned around and said, " Well, you used to lock me in the tool shed." I wheeled around suddenly and said, "Well, you used to get me in trouble." I stopped dead in my tracks. I had to think about what I had just said. It was not a conscious statement. We didn't have a tool shed. I never locked my son in any room, not even his. And how in the world could he get me in trouble?
So I asked him, "When was this Daniel?" He replied, "When you were my brother." His answer was incredible, I couldn't believe it. As calmly as I could, I asked him, "Did I do that?" He said, "Yeah, when I was a girl." My heart was in my throat. I couldn't believe what he just said. Daniel would never admit to being a girl, he was all boy.
I decided to see if possibly he was talking about a past life I had remembered a few years ago, so I asked him my name. Daniel smiled and replied, "you were Butch," and then he said, "my name was Alishia." A sense of joy rushed through my body. A thrill that can only be described as a soul moment, an awareness, a recognition that went beyond words. I had remembered long before this, that my name was Alexander and my sisters name was Alishia, but I had also remembered long before this, that my family called me “Butch.”
As quickly as he had offered up the information, and as children will often do, he ended the conversation, turned and ran out of the room heading for the backyard to play. He seemed to move in and out of an altered state with ease. I admire that in children. Daniel seemed to remember what I knew from meditations, regressions and visions. But it was his innocence that spoke volumes to me. It was a ‘jewel’ -- a shining light that in that moment enabled me to see that my memories were possibly true! It was just so incredible -- the feelings, the thoughts, the knowing that we actually shared a past life together.
I had carefully dated and recorded each memory as I experienced them over the past five years dating back to my first memory in 1985. Within them was my name Alexander (Butch) written in 1989 and my sister's name (Alishia). Each entry was my attempt to hold on to my soul moments, so I would never forget. What I found was that they were so deeply engrained into my soul, my consciousness, that they were easily brought to the surface again without going into a meditation.
But what I had....was validation..it wasn't my imagination, or wishful thinking or trying to remember. It was all there ........in black and white. My two cents??? Keep a journal!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Love and Light,
Deborah