37 Of The Creepiest Things Kids Have Said About Their ‘Past Lives’ Shared In This Online Group
Bringing up children is not only challenging, rewarding, and entertaining. Besides all of the obstacles and hardships parents encounter on the journey with raising little ones, they make sure that the parents have enough things to laugh about. Well, sometimes it’s not really clear whether grown-ups should laugh or freak out about things their kids say. Especially when it comes to 3 to 4-year-olds talking about bizarre events and experiences that can easily be interpreted as glimpses of their ‘past life.’
Reddit user TapiocaTuesday asked their fellow community members to share the spookiest ‘past life’ memory their kids have ever recalled. And th e stories were pouring in by the thousands. We picked some of the weirdest ones, so let us know what you think and share yours!
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I don't believe in the paranormal. I'm a pretty reasonable guy. I have degrees in science and healthcare and I'm pretty grounded. But since I was a child, I had a memory of me stumbling out the backdoor of a club, I couldn't hold myself (either really drunk or on drugs) and I slipped down a staircase, hit my head in the alley and died. I was about 19, I was thin, had long blonde hair, I was wearing a brown-red leather jacket. I remember the neon signs, the staircase, the door I walked out of, even the interior. I can paint the picture perfectly if I had any talent in art.
ANYWAYS! So 2 years ago, I took a leisure trip to Budapest, and while exploring the ruin pubs with my wife. I FOUND THE FU*KING ALLEY! It was funny because I remarked to my wife earlier, when we arrived, that I felt something about Budapest that felt like 'home' and familiar and I felt oddly too comfortable there, like I could have never left.
I think about this quite often.
would be amazing if he asked the owner of the bar if someone had died in the alley a while back and they said yes, but it's already a truly amazing story
I am Hungarian, need more details on that, I could dig up if any youth has died in such an accident at that pub.
I live in Budapest and would love to know more info, too...
Load More Replies...Ever since I could remember up until I was 17 I had a reoccurring dream where I was a baby in a crib and there were cribs lined up on a wall and I was in the middle, there were three round tables in the middle and a sink and cabinet along the back wall and more cribs lining the opposite side wall. it was dark. I could see a lit door way and see a round desk (think nurses station) In my dream I would just stare at the light and cry because I felt heartbroken and lonely. I'd wake up crying and feel just utterly broken. One night I couldn't take it and I went to my dad. I told him I had been having the dream for years. He went pale. He said "No way you could possibly remember that." He then told me that my dream was EXACTLY how my hospital room at Shriner's hospital looked. For reference. I was born 3.5 months early and had no Achilles tendons. Loooong story short, somehow Shriners in Utah found out, and paid for my surgeries and fixed my legs or I wouldn't walk today. Crazy.
Babies can remember things, especially it was traumatic for them. I read about a woman who always dreamt about white, tall houses towering over her. Turns out that when she was a baby, she needed to stay in hospital for a few days. The tall white houses; the doctors around her crib.
Load More Replies...I've travelled quite a much and just once I've had this feeling "I know this place better than my hometown". It was few years back in Prague when I instantly felt that there's something in this place that "speaks to me". Back in here I've always felt that something missing but more importantly, I always get lost even though I've lived here most of my adult life. But in Prague, most of the time I didn't even need the map etc, because I knew where we were going - even though I've never visited Prague before. And I felt like I'm in home. Never ever had that feeling before or after.
I have always had a thing about Vikings. Used to have a Viking pillowcase when I was a little kid (in the early 1970s). I also have no sense of direction. I can't find my way anywhere. I am always lost. Then I went to Iceland for the first time. I knew where everything was. I saw this big cliff and knew I used to stand there and watch the ships go out. I can't describe it. Everything was familiar to me. I felt like I had come home. I feel that way every time I go there.
I had a similar experience 35years ago. I was on vacation in Israel in Netanya. First day.We were all thirsty. So, for some unexplainable reasons, I said these was a vending machine just around. There were no windows that could have made it possible I could have seen it. Not in the building we were passing, nor across the street. First time in Israel, first day in the city. First walk out of the hotel. How is it possible that I knew where 1 of only 3 public vending machines in the city could be found?
I used to have these really strong feelings of deja vu for years. To me it felt like it was a signal I was on the right path in my life bc everything always fell into place wo much effort from me at all. Now that life has thrown me a curveball since I developed depression I don't feel the deja vu anymore. I'm not on my right path I know this and I feel it. It's a weird feeling of certainty
Wow, same, I also feel this deja vu too! I hope you get on the right path soon!
Load More Replies...Kids tend to say a lot of things, but some of them can really raise the hair on your body. TapiocaTuesday asked “Parents, what spooky ‘past life’ memory did your kid utter?” and received over 13k comments: anything from the work they did before they died, to having ‘other mothers,’ to living in foreign countries and growing rice. Dr. Jim Tucker, director of Perceptual Studies at University of Virginia, has been focusing on cases of young children who remember previous lives. He published a book on the topic and states that young children between 2 and 5 years old tend to speak about memories of a previous life they claim to have lived. He advises parents not to prompt them for more information nor prevent them from saying things. And as the studies are carried out, the kids continue to creep their parents out anyway. If you’re after more bizarre stories, check out some unexplainable things happening to people that they couldn’t explain.
I had a brother pass away from brain cancer. At the time we had a cat who was a calico and just sort of knew he was battling something. She was really mean to most people but with him she was gentle. He would grab her paws and she would just let it happen. Well about three years after he passed my parents had another child. Another boy. He was about three when he told my parents about the white, brown and black cat that used to let him grab her paws. She had died about a year before he was born.
My brother was very disabled physically and mentally, he was effectively in a coma his whole life. He died at 16 years old. At the time we had a big tough boxer dog - he had zero interest in my brother. Zero! The night before my brother was taken to hospital and died, our boxer went over to him and gently put his head on the pillow next to him. It was so unusual that my mam took a photo. He just sat there for hours and wouldn't move. Animals just know things that we don't.
Okay I’m not worried about my heart attack symptoms now
This one could just be people tellling him about the cat and then him having 'memories'
I lost my brother too to brain cancer three years back and i wish he too comes back to me in this lifetime again. I know he will come back
Please accept my deepest condolences. Your dear brother came back. I hope that dear sweet girl kitty was able to come back as well.
My son said once, "Mommy, when I was big and you were little, I remember when we danced in the kitchen."
The only person I ever danced in a kitchen with as a child was my grandfather.
have you listened to near death experiences and testimonies before? A lot of people report the idea of a 'soul family' the people who are extremely close to us in this life, are close to us throughout our incarnations. Sometimes our roles change, we can be mothers, fathers, siblings. friends, sometimes we are each other enemies, but we are there to act as support to one another, helping each other learn our lives lessons.
Sometimes I think my youngest is my grandma come back. They have such similar mannerisms and she likes things my grandmother liked that she never knew. (My grandma collected pigs - figurines) and my daughter since she could speak would always gravitate towards Pig stuffed animals and stuff.
When my best friend was pregnant with her daughter, her grandmother was killed in a car accident. When her daughter was around 3 or 4, she told my friend she knew her grandma, that she had met her once.She described her to a tee and said she was going to a party. She had never met her in this world or had heard anyone speak about it. Her departed grandma was on her way to another grandchild's birthday party when the accident happened that took her life.
My middle son used to talk about having a different mom before me. He would say she was blond and looked nice but wasn’t nice. He would bring it up randomly and only ever got a bit emotional when he would tell me that when he was with her he never got to grow up. He said he chose me to be his mom this time because I would let him grow up and get old. When he would say the last part it was as if he was looking for reassurance. He’d ask me like “right, mom? I can grow up this time?” Really fu*ked me up sometimes.
When my daughter was 3 she looked at her dad and said “I love you daddy, you’re a good daddy, you won’t shoot me like my last daddy.” Then calmly went back to her fries
Of course! How big do you wanna be? How old would you like to age? What wonderful things do you want to do this time?
My daughter, when she was 3, used to talk about her imaginary friend all the time. Said he was big and fun, and spent alot of time playing with her. One day I was scanning old photos and had a photo of my father on my desk and she said, “hey how did you get a photo if my friend?”
I instantly got shivers down my spine. My father died in the house ~15 years previously, and she played in a room that used to be his office.
I cautiously asked her to tell me more about her friend, and without hesitating she told me he talked funny. The chills stopped me dead in my tracks because dad was an Aussie who never lost his accent.
no I think her daughter just never heard an Aussie talk before. She probably just thought it sounded funny bc she had never heard the accent before
Load More Replies...It’s beautiful that he gets to spend time with the granddaughter he didn’t get to meet during his life
My daughter loves a book called ‘you choose’ before going to bed. On each page there’s pictures stuff to wear, to live in, to eat etc, from which kids can choose what they like. When she was 4 YO, on the page about choosing travel destination, she chose desert. When asked why she’d choose desert, she answered “to make sure that the dead remain dead”
WAIT.. your daughter's imaginary friend is the GHOST OF YOUR DAD??????? WHAT
My 5 year old daughter said to me “I was in your belly twice, Mama. The first time I died before I came out...but I came back. “
I did lose my first pregnancy 8 months before getting pregnant again. She was never told. I don’t know what it was but- that’s what happened.
If you believe in this, then this is really nice. Then you did not really lose your baby, your baby was just delayed.
I have no words. Oh wait but I do have this. *screams*
Not me but a friends little sister. The whole family was out for dinner at a restaurant in a skiing village which they recently bought a cottage near. My friends little sister as soon as they walked in said “I know this place. My mother and I used to paint here.” To which her mother replied “We’ve never been here before, what do you mean?” she replied with “No. My mother from before. We used to paint here all the time.” The family was obviously a little freaked out but didn’t think much of it as she was pretty young and they figured just messing around. Later on though, when talking to the waitress, the little girl again adamantly mentioned how she used to paint there and the waitress revealed that it in fact was an art studio for many years in the 1900s but had been converted sometime in the early 2000s into a restaurant. Needless to say the entire table, waitress included, got goosebumps and were at a loss for words.
There's a trend in yt where you listen to a music clip and what you hear is how you died in your past life, I was punched to death.
Load More Replies...When I was admitted to art school, the professor said that he'd accept me in his painting class even though ''You paint like a sculptor''. To placate him, I signed up for one sculpture class. This was in Germany and I was born in Canada, where I lived until I realized that if I studied in Germany, there would be no tuition fees (in 1972). In comes the sculpture professor, huge burly guy, none too friendly, and barks, ''What are you doing here? You've taken my class before''. I proceeded to tell our art history professor how Greek and Roman bronze casting techniques differed from the lost wax techniques of today. I SWEAR I had no interest in sculpture whatsoever.
Me: mm my past life *looks into self* *sees an old bum chugging beer while stoned while looking at naked girls* huh
I went to Germany with my father, had never been before. We went out one day and I told him there is a church round that corner over there with a large stained glass window let's go and see it. He told me not to be stupid and I couldn't possibly know that. I insisted and we went and there it was! Cannot explain how I knew. When we returned and I told people about it he flat out denied it.
A cool thing to do with kids when they first start to talk fluently, wait until Thayer are sleepy and ask “how was your past life?” My parents did this and I said I died in a fire. Creepy thing: I used to be obsessed with fire safety.
My little brother when he was little (like three or four) said that he was in the jungle saving animals and one day he had to decide if he would stay with the animals or come live with us. He chose us, but reminded my mom that he couldn’t stay forever. Just for a little while.
He passed this last January at 26 years old.
My younger sister, when she was 3, started talking to my mom about "When I was a big girl, and you were a little girl". She said she went to my parent's wedding. She described her old self physically, and my mom says that sounded like my mom's grandmother Grace.
My sister also talked about the "green" house she used to live in at the end of a dirt road and the fact that her mother (my mom's great grandmother Matilda), died from a snake bite, while they lived there. She described the snake as "pretty" and with the full description my mom thinks she was describing a copperhead. Now we lived in northern Nebraska (no copperheads), and Matilda died in southeast Oklahoma (copperhead region.) My sister said she killed the snake with a hoe.
These discussions always took place at bedtime. One day, we were putting in the garden and my dad was sitting down and sharpening the hoe with a file and my sister told him he was doing it wrong. He told her to show him how to do it. She put her hands on his and placed them in the correct position, and later he said that she was right, he was doing it wrong.
For those of you interested in timelines. This would be in 1980, my mother's grandmother Grace died in 1968, and her great-grandmother Matilda died in 1902. Also, we don't know if snake bite was the cause of death for her great grandmother Matilda. I was 15 at the time these little nightly discussions were going on so I remember them fairly well. She probably told these things on and off for about 6 months and by 4 she would say "I'm tired of talking about it".
I am not a great writer, so I hope this is not too confusing.
When I was 4 my parents and I went to my aunts farm. The wind started picking up and I looked back at my parents and said “gotta tie the hay bale down in the wind. That’s how David died.”
To this day no one knows who David is.
Was watching an old video of a jazz drummer playing a solo. No idea who it was but he was really good. My daughter, probably age three, was looking over my shoulder for minute before she said "I used to play the drums like that when I was a man".
Sometimes just a simple *uh huh* or *i see* is needed this might be one of those times
I used to watch my nephew when he was about 3 or 4. One day he was at my house and pointed to a magnet of Arizona - it had a picture of the desert with rock formations. Kid pointed at it and asked where it was. He said he used to live by "red rocks like that with his first family" who all had straight, dark hair (his is blond and curly... now) and that he had a mom and a dad and he had had a brother until he went too far into the desert too close to dark and got eaten by "not dogs, not wolves but smaller". I said "coyotes"? And he kind of mouthed the word and said, "oh, that's what you call them." Then he was sad and didn't want to talk about it anymore so we had lunch and that was the first and last time he mentioned it.
When he was around 4, my grandson used to talk about his job at the ice factory. One day he was talking about his boss "Farvo" and the day he quit. I asked him why he quit and he turned to me and quite passionately said "I'll tell you why I quit! They made me work 15 days in a row without a break and I had enough of that!" It was weird hearing all that righteous anger coming out of that little boy.
Most of these have been eerie, but this one is so dang cute! I can just picture that little kid so passionate about this.
Young but already knows not to take no boss mans cr*p
Load More Replies...A future union/labor lawyer. Be sure he keeps his grades up.
My little brother said when he was 3 or 4: When I was a grown up, I went to war, and I never came back.
This one makes me shaky, because I also remember a past life where I was a soldier in WWII. I had a best friend who died in front of my eyes.
That is horrible, I hope you're ok. That makes me hope I never remember my past life.
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I was driving my family across the state to visit family. Some commercial on the radio about Vegas came on and I started singing “Vivaaaaaa Las Vegas” in my best Elvis impersonation. My son was about 3-4 and he says “I don’t like Vegas. I lost my life and a lot of money there.” His mom and I glanced at each other like “WTF?” He never said anything else about it.
No it doesn't. It travels down the Las Vagus Nerve.
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When my son was 4 we had driven past a cemetery. He asked me if I remembered when he died and was buried. I said no and asked him what he meant by saying that. He said he had died, was buried in a cemetery and that's when he started growing in my belly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when he said this. He doesn't remember say this.
If I could draw side view faces, I would draw it. Prolly wouldn't be as good though
Load More Replies...When I was that age I had a nightmare that I was dead and buried and could hear my family crying. It was really sad and I remember thinking "not again" for some reason? Kinda creepy
Weird. I had a memory of coming back from a cemetery and being told that my mom is going to be my mom.
Though I found many beautiful statues when I googled angel of death statues in cemeteries, I was unable to locate this one. It is exquisite!
My middle son (5) is named after my wife's grandfather.
He just looked at her a couple of weeks ago and said "I remember when you were little and you sat on my lap."
He also once gazed into my mother in law's eyes (at 3-4 years old), stroked her cheek and said "my daughter."
Dr. Jim Tucker at the University of Virginia might like to hear about your child's story. He is actively researching stories like that. Here is the link to his "Advice to Parents of Children Who Are Spontaneously Recalling Past Life..." : https://med.virginia.edu/perceptual-studies/resources/advice-to-parents-of-children-who-are-spontaneously-recalling-past-life-memories/ . If you click on that, the contact information is at the bottom of the page. (There is a lot of information about this phenomenon on their website.)
I don’t know why more people don’t know / understand this. When you name a child, particularly after a dead relative, you are invoking that named spirit / soul to inhabit the body. This is why Jews always name after the last family member deceased. Naming is a sacred act. Read Luke 1:57-66 - understand that people ‘freaked out’ because Elizabeth was naming her son John - but no one in their family had ever been named John. The Jews believe and know, but Christians don’t understand - to name a child, is to invoke a spirit to inhabit the body. Take Care when naming your children. Peace2u
No, that's not how it works. But religious indoctrination does a lot of harm to a person, so I'm not surprised by your comment.
Load More Replies...“Stroked her cheek and said my daughter” that’s not messed up AT ALL 😁
When our son was maybe 3 or 4 he described his life as a ballerina on stage - from the lights, to the music, to the applause. His next words chilled me to the bone "I was at a party on a boat, and I fell into the water, then POOF I was here." I asked him to relate the story when his father came back from a business trip a couple weeks later, and it was identical. But after that we never discussed it again. I didn't want to go there.
Emma Livry, her costume was too heavy and she ended up sinking off the boat. One of the last Romantic Era ballerinas. Eerily similar.
I've heard a diffrent story about her. She died as a result of burn injuries. Her costume caught fire when standing too close to a stage light
Load More Replies...I googled it and the first one I found was that Natalie Wood died on November 29, 1981on the Pacific Ocean off of Santa Catalina Island. She drowned.
She wasn't a ballerina, though, but a famous actress.
Load More Replies...Wait.. so y'all found at least two ballerinas that died in a boating accident? Emma Livry and Lidia Ivanova?
Not Livry. She died of burns. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emma_Livry
Load More Replies...francesca delagghio - ballerina died after a party boat in the Thames sank in the 90s.
here is a link to Lidia Ivanova who died in a boating accident: https://balletalert.invisionzone.com/topic/12201-ballerinasdanseurs-who-met-tragic-ends-in-real-life/
Emma Livry..one of the last romantic era ballerinas.was French. She died from complications after burn injuries sustained when her costume caught fire during a rehearsal. Sad story…
My coworker has a son who, when he was about 3, told her he used to grow rice and lived in a place where two rivers met. He was able to name the rivers, and she located it on a map of East Asia. Pretty wild.
My brother was 3 when he would tell us stories of working in the rice fields. He described wearing the hats, like in the picture. He also said that he used cattle to pull his rice carts. We all believe him. How could a baby talk about rice farming and rice carts from half way around the world. We are from ultra small town USA, and this was way before the internet, hell we barely watched TV.
None of mine have, but back pre-pandemic I was watching my friends then three year old for her and he saw a big military ship and he got this kind of far away look and said “I remember when my boat sank. There were so many sharks.” I said what? He blinked said what, and then started asking questions about the boat. I mentioned it to my friend and she said “yeah, he does that sometimes.”
My would've been uncle, Artie R. Miller, GM2 was one of those less fortunate who were lost at sea from that ship.
Load More Replies...Do you think only kids have these memories as they are ‘closer’ to their past lives?
That is probably the reason. At their young age, they are closer to their past life than their current one.
Load More Replies...I read about that ship, the Indianapolis the biggest shark attack in history Ship got destroyed, and like 100 people died to sharks.
There is a whole book about a boy who remembered being a Navy pilot and relived his death when his plane went down in flames. I wish I could remember the title. He met the crew members on the ship he had flown from (when they were old veterans), and his parents took him to the place where the plane went down. He told his parents that he chose them on their honeymoon in Hawaii because he thought they were nice people and would be good parents. He could describe Hawaii and their hotel.
This kinda made me giggle how he goes "what" like he had n outta body experience to how his mom was like "yea thats normal"
That was. Very famous accident in the war. The men were picked off one by one, by the sharks. So sad!
The weirdest part is how the kids mom just says “ Yeah he does that sometimes”. Like, this is NORMAL for him?
When my daughter was 4 she told she used to be my grandma. Which I’d like to believe it’s true because when I was pregnant with her I would dream my grandma frequently.
I think I used to be a snake.. my mother dreamed about a large (and I mean GIGANTIC, like 10 meters long) corn snake that would be in my crib instead of me. Also, my second word was “hiss” and my third was “snaky”
Ever since I moved into my own apartment, I dream about my grandmother a lot. Maybe she is here with me looking over me.
I don’t know why more people don’t know / understand this. When you name a child, particularly after a dead relative, you are invoking that named spirit / soul to inhabit the body. This is why Jews always name after the last family member deceased. Naming is a sacred act. Read Luke 1:57-66 - understand that people ‘freaked out’ because Elizabeth was naming her son John - but no one in their family had ever been named John. The Jews believe and know, but Christians don’t understand - to name a child, is to invoke a spirit to inhabit the body. Take Care when naming your children. Peace2u
My Grandma and I shared the same bday she died exactly on midnight of it
When I was 3 I used to tell my mom stories about my other family every night before bed. The siblings I had and the dog too. One day she took me to target and I told her I wanted big girl undies and she said she would buy them for me and I could wear them when I was potty trained. I told her that my other family already potty trained me so I can start wearing them now. I put them on that day and never had an accident after that. She never potty trained me and was just shocked.
the other family is cool but i have also never made an accident but have been potty trained just went to the potty
My little brother was born just after 9/11. When he was a toddler one time, he went on about how he used to work in a tall building and wore a suit and tie. Freaked my parent out.
I believe in Reincarnation, It is not scary, although some people, not understanding it find it scary.
Load More Replies...There is a documented case of a boy in California (I think) who has been able to describe in detail pre 9/11 fire trucks, fire stations, and other information. They ( people who work with these kids) have enough information that they are confident they know who he was. Because his family is devout Catholic it has been decided not to contact them to confirm family information the boy could remember.
Well...time to take him to NY to find his old name at the memorial!
When my nephew was about 3 or 4 my sister said he was throwing a tantrum in the car while he was in his car seat and he yelled at her randomly “I waited 100 years to be born!”.
Nah, my kids and my grandkids had tantrums. It's not usual for a child to tell you that they waited 100 years to be born.
Load More Replies...i can just imagine a kid in a waiting room all like "ok just 43 more years then i can be born"
It's scary but if he was 3 or 4 and he said that he waited 100 years to be born he would be 100 years old
My mom told me when I was 3 or 4 that I scream cried when we passed an old blue Volkswagen bug. I told her that was the car I died in. It was apparently very hot and “I had a baby in my belly”.
h o l y s h i t I was married to someone for 4 years and she was 8 months pregnant, and she went on a vacation. I bought her a classic blue Volkswagen Bug. I was working in Korea when she died. The report said she died in the Bug because of the heat. I almost forgot now I wish I never taped on this
My son was 3 at the time.
At bedtime he said “mama, one time the bad guys got me and drove me in their car.”
And I said what?
And he continued to tell me a story about being locked in a room and he was hungry and I didn’t find him. The bad guys got away and he never got out.
That sh!t scared me so much I still get freaked by it. I held him so right that night.
According to my Dad, when I was around 5 I was staring out of the window during a heavy thunder storm. When he asked me what I was doing I answered “when do the bombs drop? Are they gone yet?”. I grew up in Germany, and my dads dad used to alert the city for incoming air raids. My grandpa died three days before I was born, and at five I had no idea about the war, or my grandpa. Really freaked him out at the time. A couple moments later I forgot what I said when he asked me more questions.
This would happen to me too! I would ask questions usually about disasters that I would have no way of knowing what happened. I also got these flashbacks to me being someone else... well I would know who they were but when ever I woke up I would forget. The dreams always felt like memories.
I don’t know why more people don’t know / understand this. When you name a child, particularly after a dead relative, you are invoking that named spirit / soul to inhabit the body. This is why Jews always name after the last family member deceased. Naming is a sacred act. Read Luke 1:57-66 - understand that people ‘freaked out’ because Elizabeth was naming her son John - but no one in their family had ever been named John. The Jews believe and know, but Christians don’t understand - to name a child, is to invoke a spirit to inhabit the body. Take Care when naming your children. Peace2u
I don’t have kids but when my brother was a toddler he said something to my mom about throwing hay in the window for the horses. My grandfather died before his birth and was a farmer. The barn had windows and he would just throw the hay in the windows for the horses to eat. My mom was really freaked out but he never said anything else similar again.
Sometimes they do, but the kids can rarely say more than that spontaneous bit of memory.
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My nephew, around 2 or 3, would talk about his "other mom" and then look confused when you asked him to elaborate. "She's not here now".
There was a time when I was 3, I told my mom that my birthday cake can't say matthew. Because that's not my name any more.
When my son was about 3, he told us how he remembered being a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. This was in 1998.
My parents don't use reddit so I'll answer this for them. I think i was 3 playing with a corkscrew when i blurted out that "I used to have one of these when I had black hair" (I'm blond). My parents said they asked me what it was and I responded that it's used for opening wine. Freaked the hell out of them.
For people who let a three year old play with a corkscrew, they sure frighten easily.
Apparently when I was really little, around 3 or so, I told my mom that this was my last time here, that I wasn’t going to come back.
The way I understand reincarnation, a belief I really like, you come back to work out mistakes you made in previous lives. Kind of the ultimate recycling program. Each time you come back, you’re supposed to be better. Your soul also ages, so puts a new spin on describing someone as an “old soul”. Anyway, once you’ve overcome past mistakes and become a wise and complete old soul, you stop needing to come back, and transcend into a higher plane. If anyone who is Hindu reads this, please correct me wherever I’m wrong so I can understand better.
Load More Replies...Bodhisattva, the last of 108 reincarnations that means your soul/inner self/chi has achieved nirvana but has remained to teach another an important lesson.
My daughter would refer to me as her “new mommy.” Then, as her vocabulary increased, she said “You’re my new mommy, but it’s ok, I like you.” Then one day, “You’re my new mommy. I had two brothers, but they all died, but it’s ok bc I like you.” She never mentioned her “real” family again. Last time she did she was was about 3 or 4 years old.
and some kids keep that with them as they grow up........like me
Load More Replies...These stories - especially this one - make me wonder if memories of past lives are like dreams. We remember some dreams more clearly when we wake up, but as the day goes on we forget. At least I do. Maybe we remember past lives for 3 or 4 years, and then the new life takes over.
Wow. Sounds like she just needed to let that past life go and be secure in knowing she was safe!
My daughter asked me, “Remember my fancy hat,” and when I said no, she said, “Yeah, before I was dead, I used to work in a bank. I saved my money and bought a hat in a round box. I was on the bus and a man almost sat on it. Then the bus crashed and I died.” She was about three and totally casual about it.
Editing for clarity: My daughter definitely knew about hat boxes; she was very into musicals, one of which was Easter Parade, a movie where fancy hats were a very big deal. She went through a phase of being really interested in death after my mom died, so I think that's where the bus crash came from. At the time, we were talking a lot about death and dying and the idea that accidents can kill a person and how scary that is. I personally think kids say weird stuff because they aren't yet fully wired, mentally-I reportedly used to talk to a Teddy Bear that lived in a cabinet at about the same age, and would sit there happily chatting at an open door for ages.
A lot of these kids are really young, I think what they are saying is all true.
They still remember their lives. There might be a reason we forget what we knew when we were young.
Load More Replies...I think it is interesting that people always say that it is a mental issue or confusion when a child interacts with an imaginary friend or a person sees a "ghost" or a dying person talks to someone who has already passed. Why is it not accepted as real and true? We, as humans, believe a lot of things we cannot see or touch but, for some reason, we cannot accept that a "spirit" can interact with a living person.
Tw, I totally agree with you. I think some people find this hard to believe because they find it frightening, or they have never experienced it themselves.
Load More Replies...Reincarnation and memories of things id very common and very real, especially in children as they are not "fully here" yet. Don't discount those memories and experiences. There are tons of examples of reincarnation and spirit being totally legitimate. We forget as we get older so that our new lives won't be as consciously influenced by the past.
In all of the stories in this list the children are all between 2-5 years old. I am curious as to whether we still might have memories of past lives but lose that ability after age 5 or so. I never used to believe in reincarnation but when you read these things and then know someone who had this experience you start to feel differently.
Why would you do all that dancing around to avoid accepting that what your daughter said as a child was true? The simplest logical solution is usually the correct one. Don't be scared, there's so much out there that's beautiful and wonderful if we only allow ourselves to acknowledge it 💖
I was certain, and still am, that I was born to the wrong mother.
We can analyze the pieces out of our kids, or we can appreciate their unique nature.
Interesting explanation. Like it as I believe it's one time around, that's it. And, yet?
When my daughter was little she would tell me stories about playing with Jesus in heaven before you are born. She said that Mary liked to read them stories and that my Grandma was a very tall lady and very nice. She also knew who Pope John Paul and Mother Theresa were and said that they were super close friends. ... I have faith that these little ones are showing us Heaven in their words
This was told to me by my parents. When I was 6 or so my dad was watching a war documentary and it talked about a tube. I then said "you mean the tube from when i was a grown up?" My dad asked me to explain more and I said "me and another person was put in a tube with a knife and was tasked to kill the other person but i got stabbed in the chest". He says it still keeps him up at night.
As soon as I could talk (about 2) I would tell my parents about my ‘moon’ family and how I had lived with them until I said a bad word and got sent to earth and landed in a bush where my mom made a salad from the leaves and that’s how she had me.
I would make my mom so mad by telling her she was doing stuff differently than my moon mama.
Same Other than the fact that i was on a spaceship, and later was modified into a cyborg and tortured to death in a death pool and turned into parts... Long Story... Comment you want to hear it and i might say what i can remember...
Not gonna lie, I'm seriously curious now. I just have a strange memory of a big stone house on a hill overlooking rolling fields of wheat--I think it was maybe in France, in the late 1800s. Sometimes I'd think the backyard of my current house should have been the hillside behind the stone house. Go figure. So I have GOT to hear your cyborg story.
Load More Replies...My youngest, when he was around 3 years old, told his brothers out of the blue, that he came from the moon and he chose us to be his familly.
There is actually a very similar old tale to this story in Japan. It’s called KAGUYAHIME means The bamboo princess. A little princess from moon is found in the bamboo forest by an old couple.
Yes yes yesss I know about that Japanese tale. She's commonly known as the moon princess
Load More Replies...i used too have pricks on my legs when i think about it a knife flashes into my mind
Anyone else thing he's heard the "you were born under a cabbage leaf" story?
My mom told me that’s where my grandma told her she was from.
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When I was about 4 I walked in to the Laundry where Mum was doing the washing and asked her what she was doing, then stood there with my hands on my hips and said “when I was old I didn’t do it like THAT” Another time I sat bolt upright from a nightmare and mum, trying to comfort me asked about the dream and where she was and I apparently said coldly “I told you mummy, it was a long time ago, you weren’t there” and just went back to sleep. Kids are spooky, not having them for fear they’ll be the horror movie kind that scurry past doorways in the dark!
My 3 y/o grandson once randomly said "I don't want to die in a fire again" I asked did that happen to you before, and he calmly answered "yes it hurt a lot, so I don't want to die like that again".
This confirms my belief in reincarnation. Young chidren haven't yet been brainwashed by Organised Religions and can accept such events as matter of fact, wheras conventionally programmed adults reject such ideas.
I remember my mom telling me, how when i was about three, I told them something about the color blue while coloring, and then proceeded to tell, how i was a boy living by the sea when suddenly my heart felt weird and then i apparently stopped talking.
My daughter around age 6 woke up one morning and quite happily said to me last night in my dream I killed you then toddled off to play.... eeeeeekkkkk She's 15 now, I'm still going strong :)
I actually remember a past life. I was on a swing, and my hair flung in front of my face, then I saw a flash of a past life. So pretty much, when my hair went in front of my face, I heard a ton of gunshots, and I saw many dead bodies, on a big hilly dirt field. I was laying there, seeing my best friend die in front of me, and I was just sitting there, dying, but still seeing everything. A war was going on. I used to be a soldier. I stopped swinging immediately after, a chill down my spine. I just sat there for a while, taking in what I had just seen.
I remember mine as well. I was a man. My friends and I were cattle ranchers. One day, we couldn't find any water. All my cows died. My family was struggling. Many years later, I went to this city, and I was in a bar. It was... strange. I had been walking out when suddenly I felt lightheaded, and my back and jaw were aching. I didn't think anything of it... but suddenly the world when black. Later I looked up the symptoms and the story, and I found a news article. The exact same story. I -the man- had had a heartattack. It was... I don't know a word good enough to describe it.
Load More Replies...Most people will see these and think of past lives and reincarnation, but what if it's about paralel dimensions? I mean, it's sci-fi, but there are actual studies about paralel worlds, and I don't see how are these less real than religion based theories.
That’s definitely interesting to think about. And I agree with your last sentence.
Load More Replies...First thing I would do, if a child of mine ever mentioned their past life, is start researching the particulars of what they talk about. I wouldn’t freak out, but be just dying of curiosity. I would also try to see if they remembered any real details, like a name or place. I would just have to know, and if the event happened during a time when newspapers and other sources were abundant, so may have recorded the event, or at least the obituary with a few details. I would follow everything until I either had an answer or hit the final dead end.
I do think that sometimes you need to take some of these with a grain of salt. I was a weird kid, but I know that I would say things like some of these, knowing they were not true. It was just imagination and being able to say things.
Children who are around the ages of 3 and 4 are capable of lying but not to this degree. There is no way they can recall this much detail in explaining events. Their brains have not developed enough to recite such detail or remember stories such as these from either hearing about them or watching them on TV. It is possible that you, Jennifer .S were much older than you remember when you made up your stories.
Load More Replies...IDK if this counts but every now and again things will happen in my dream like certain convos and where we are etc. Months even years later my dream will come true. Like we have that exact convo in the exact spot. At first, I thought it was a weird coincidence but it's happened over a dozen times!!!
I've had this too, so many times. Sleep paralysis visions that have come true, the worst of being strangled and almost a video clip of where the body was found (and it came true, even down to the policeman and the trees surrounding my body), I dreamt and foresaw both of my son's motorbike accidents - he wouldn't listen so I was unable to prevent them. I dream of babies and know people are pregnant before they do, and the baby's gender - the list goes on! But at times, due to my anxiety, I have dark imaginings and thought patterns and it can be hard to know if they're a warning or just me. My nanna also had a lot of premonitions so I'm sure it's from her - not always sure I want it though!
Load More Replies...kids have a lot of dreams (and nightmares) when they sleep. And sometimes they remember something, and they dont care and dont think about if it was real or part of a dream.
Kids hallucinate a lot more than we think. Studies have shown that almost two thirds of kids have had a "psychotic like experience"... the thing is, parents often write it off as an "active imagination". It is a normal part of brain development, and isn't a cause for concern... but considering the stigma of hallucinations, many parents who realize their kids ARE seeing things don't talk about it, because of how others would respond.
Load More Replies...I have experienced several reincarnation memories in my time. One time I remember getting shot with an arrow, sitting on a castle wall and just fading away and thinking, "Oh, this isn't so bad." With help from a historian, I was able to describe the castle and the landscape, and we narrowed it down to this one place, but it didn't have the wall I described. After more research, it turned out the wall was there, but had sunk into the marshes and was now under water. I don't know why people are scared or freaked out by the idea of reincarnation. I think it's kind of nice that we can keep finding the people we love to share our many lives with them.
What an experience for you! Agreed, I find it really comforting that this is not 'it', particularly as all of my family died at young ages. I like to think that they've just caught an earlier train but we'll all up up at the same station, when the time is right.
Load More Replies...I remember that I drowned in my past life, I think it was the middle of the ocean, but I remember looking up as I was sinking down and it was pretty peaceful. But I don't know why I did it, like I have no clue. Or why I was in the middle of the ocean, I had a sense of fear thinking about it.
When I was a kid, I used to have a recurring dream that I was a very young, very scared German fighter pilot in the waning days of WW2 and the dream would always end with a "thump" and a smell of burning rubber and I'd pat my abdomen in confusion and see fresh blood on my glove. Then the plane would roll into a left-hand spin but my hands would feel like lead so I couldn't do anything about it and I'd wake up with a feeling of overwhelming sadness. As I got older the dream faded, but I got obsessed with model making and even later I took up flying for real, but the moment which bought it all back is when I was a teenager and had the chance to check out a WW2 fighter cockpit for in a museum - now, at this point, I had already sat in cockpits numerous times, because of my interest in aircraft, but they'd all been jets. This wasn't even a German fighter but a Soviet one, but the smell hit me like a ton of bricks and I was right back in my childhood, dreaming about being shot down.
I actually remember a past life. I was on a swing, and my hair flung in front of my face, then I saw a flash of a past life. So pretty much, when my hair went in front of my face, I heard a ton of gunshots, and I saw many dead bodies, on a big hilly dirt field. I was laying there, seeing my best friend die in front of me, and I was just sitting there, dying, but still seeing everything. A war was going on. I used to be a soldier. I stopped swinging immediately after, a chill down my spine. I just sat there for a while, taking in what I had just seen.
I remember mine as well. I was a man. My friends and I were cattle ranchers. One day, we couldn't find any water. All my cows died. My family was struggling. Many years later, I went to this city, and I was in a bar. It was... strange. I had been walking out when suddenly I felt lightheaded, and my back and jaw were aching. I didn't think anything of it... but suddenly the world when black. Later I looked up the symptoms and the story, and I found a news article. The exact same story. I -the man- had had a heartattack. It was... I don't know a word good enough to describe it.
Load More Replies...Most people will see these and think of past lives and reincarnation, but what if it's about paralel dimensions? I mean, it's sci-fi, but there are actual studies about paralel worlds, and I don't see how are these less real than religion based theories.
That’s definitely interesting to think about. And I agree with your last sentence.
Load More Replies...First thing I would do, if a child of mine ever mentioned their past life, is start researching the particulars of what they talk about. I wouldn’t freak out, but be just dying of curiosity. I would also try to see if they remembered any real details, like a name or place. I would just have to know, and if the event happened during a time when newspapers and other sources were abundant, so may have recorded the event, or at least the obituary with a few details. I would follow everything until I either had an answer or hit the final dead end.
I do think that sometimes you need to take some of these with a grain of salt. I was a weird kid, but I know that I would say things like some of these, knowing they were not true. It was just imagination and being able to say things.
Children who are around the ages of 3 and 4 are capable of lying but not to this degree. There is no way they can recall this much detail in explaining events. Their brains have not developed enough to recite such detail or remember stories such as these from either hearing about them or watching them on TV. It is possible that you, Jennifer .S were much older than you remember when you made up your stories.
Load More Replies...IDK if this counts but every now and again things will happen in my dream like certain convos and where we are etc. Months even years later my dream will come true. Like we have that exact convo in the exact spot. At first, I thought it was a weird coincidence but it's happened over a dozen times!!!
I've had this too, so many times. Sleep paralysis visions that have come true, the worst of being strangled and almost a video clip of where the body was found (and it came true, even down to the policeman and the trees surrounding my body), I dreamt and foresaw both of my son's motorbike accidents - he wouldn't listen so I was unable to prevent them. I dream of babies and know people are pregnant before they do, and the baby's gender - the list goes on! But at times, due to my anxiety, I have dark imaginings and thought patterns and it can be hard to know if they're a warning or just me. My nanna also had a lot of premonitions so I'm sure it's from her - not always sure I want it though!
Load More Replies...kids have a lot of dreams (and nightmares) when they sleep. And sometimes they remember something, and they dont care and dont think about if it was real or part of a dream.
Kids hallucinate a lot more than we think. Studies have shown that almost two thirds of kids have had a "psychotic like experience"... the thing is, parents often write it off as an "active imagination". It is a normal part of brain development, and isn't a cause for concern... but considering the stigma of hallucinations, many parents who realize their kids ARE seeing things don't talk about it, because of how others would respond.
Load More Replies...I have experienced several reincarnation memories in my time. One time I remember getting shot with an arrow, sitting on a castle wall and just fading away and thinking, "Oh, this isn't so bad." With help from a historian, I was able to describe the castle and the landscape, and we narrowed it down to this one place, but it didn't have the wall I described. After more research, it turned out the wall was there, but had sunk into the marshes and was now under water. I don't know why people are scared or freaked out by the idea of reincarnation. I think it's kind of nice that we can keep finding the people we love to share our many lives with them.
What an experience for you! Agreed, I find it really comforting that this is not 'it', particularly as all of my family died at young ages. I like to think that they've just caught an earlier train but we'll all up up at the same station, when the time is right.
Load More Replies...I remember that I drowned in my past life, I think it was the middle of the ocean, but I remember looking up as I was sinking down and it was pretty peaceful. But I don't know why I did it, like I have no clue. Or why I was in the middle of the ocean, I had a sense of fear thinking about it.
When I was a kid, I used to have a recurring dream that I was a very young, very scared German fighter pilot in the waning days of WW2 and the dream would always end with a "thump" and a smell of burning rubber and I'd pat my abdomen in confusion and see fresh blood on my glove. Then the plane would roll into a left-hand spin but my hands would feel like lead so I couldn't do anything about it and I'd wake up with a feeling of overwhelming sadness. As I got older the dream faded, but I got obsessed with model making and even later I took up flying for real, but the moment which bought it all back is when I was a teenager and had the chance to check out a WW2 fighter cockpit for in a museum - now, at this point, I had already sat in cockpits numerous times, because of my interest in aircraft, but they'd all been jets. This wasn't even a German fighter but a Soviet one, but the smell hit me like a ton of bricks and I was right back in my childhood, dreaming about being shot down.
