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Monday, November 28, 2011
When my granddaughter was six she liked to tell her mother, "Mommy, you're beautiful." He would tease her father, who is several years older than her mother, and say, "Daddy, you're old!" Then he would giggle. It was at a time when she was expressing certain concepts she was growing to understand, such as age and relationships. She would say things to me like, "You're my grandmother. You're my mom's mother." For whatever reason, she felt the need to state these understandings out loud and directly to us.One day she was staying with me and she told me, "Grandma, you're old!" I agreed with her immediately, because I knew that to her I was "old" even though I was in my early fifties and quite fit. Then she paused and became very serious. In an entirely different tone and attitude she looked at me and said, "I used to be an old man. Then I was a baby, and now I'm a girl."She was thoughtful when she made that comment, serious rather than joking, as though she was remembering something right then and feeling the memory. It was stated very casually. Prior to that, she had just been poking fun at me. But when she said she had been an old woman, then a baby, and now a girl, she said it in a matter-of-fact way, like she was giving me real information, and also telling me, "I used to be like you."Then, like children will, she turned away and began to play with some toy, offering no more information about the time she was an old woman. Perhaps it was only a fleeting memory and there was no more information to be had. She forgot all about her comment, but I never have.
Friday, November 25, 2011
My mother had two kids before I was born, one daughter and a son. For many years, she wanted one more child but the doctors told her it wouldn't be possible. She had told my dad's sister, who was living with the family, just how badly she had wanted one more child.
Anyway, my Aunt passed away in November, 1971. My mother soon got pregnant with me. I was born in March, 1973. When I was around three years old, in 1976, we took a short cut through the cemetery that was right behind our house. We were approaching my Aunt's tombstone when I suddenly blurted out, "There is where I sleep," pointing in the direction of my Aunt's grave. That totally freaked everyone out. As we approached closer, I pointed again, "There, that is where i sleep." Sure enough, I was pointing to my Aunt's grave. My mum just about fainted.
She decided to test me a short time later with things around the house. For example, she used several knitted sweaters. I would point out the ones my Aunt had knitted, stating that "I" had done them. My mother tried to trick me and brought out a sweater my mother had actually knitted, asking if I had knitted this as well. I said, "NO, you did." She continued to try and trick me. I insisted that "NO, YOU knitted that one, because I remember."
My mother and siblings told me of this experience. I have vague memories of being scared of the hallway, too. I would always dash past it when it was time for bed. My Aunt had passed away in that hallway, before I was born.
Monday, November 21, 2011
My Daughter- Several Times
A year ago I visited a medium for the first time. I have always had a very close relationship with my youngest daughter. She has been like my shadow, always clinging to me and wanting to know where I am. I in turn feel very protective of her, even more so than for my other children. When I visited the psychic she immediately asked me about my daughter. This is what the psychic said: that we have had at least two previous lives in which she has been my daughter.
During the first of those lifetimes, my current daughter was born to me but was drowned while a toddler in a river that ran through the property. My daughter is petrified of canals. I could never explain her behavior. I could not drive on a road that had a canal along side of it because she would have a panic attack.
During my second lifetime with her, her current father was also her father. The psychic described my husband to a "T" -- his personality, jealous and controlling. She said that during a jealous argument he shot me with a pistol under my chin, and my daughter witnessed the killing. I have a birthmark under the left side of my chin. I am petrified of guns. I panic if one is pointed at a person, even if it is not loaded
She said that since these two incidents happened to both of us during past lives, now during our third and present life time we are afraid to be separated from one another for fear of losing each other again.
During this present life time I married the same man (her biological father) who had been my husband in the past life when he killed me. We went through a bad divorce and I worried during our divorce proceedings that he was going to kill me.
At that time I still had not visited the psychic. When the psychic pointed out all this to me, I remembered an incident with my daughter in this lifetime. When she was four years old, I had a bad argument with her dad, and the three of us took a drive to calm me down so I could confront him. As we were driving to his business, my daughter asked, "Where are we going, Mommy?" And I said, "To Daddy's office."
At that, she went out of control in the car and started shouting and crying. "No, Mom...he is going to kill you again!" I turned and asked her, "What?" And she looked at me with terror in her eyes and said, "He is going to kill you again." I was taken aback by her remark and, in order to calm her down, did not go to his office. Now I realize she was reliving that fear from another life.