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When Childhood Play Validates Past Lives

Ailish

Ailish

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Henry Leo Bolduc states the following about children and their past life memories:

"...vivid or recurring dreams of other times or places might indicate contact with a past life. Talking while asleep about other lives — even in a foreign language—is not uncommon.

Persistent daydreaming of other times and places might represent an attempt to understand a past life. Children might act out past-life memories during play. Repetitive themes or role-playing, could be a re-enactment of a past-life experience."
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As a little girl, I often played in the backyard collecting leaves and sticks and putting them in my “cloth bag” which I wore tied around my waist. I would make “healing drinks” pouring water into a plastic cup and putting in various leaves, grass and a few twigs for good measure. In my cloth bag was also a rock – a special “amulet” of protection.

I used to go on long “journeys” to find my real mother, through the dark scary forest (the trees dividing our property from the neighbors’ place). Along the way I’d meet up with people who needed my help and people who were trying to get my amulet (usually my brothers hiding in the bushes!)

Once I was old enough to write – I began to record the dreams I had. I have always been a vivid dreamer -- with an excellent memory for detail. I have had several recurring dreams since I was a toddler that definitely have their roots in a past life.

Long before that, my Grandma kept a journal for me. For me personally – it is interesting to see how much of my early “play” coincides with my current memories.

Here are a few snippets from my journal:

I could feel the chill of the night air on my face, although there was no wind...the air was completely still and it was silent. I looked down at my feet and I had bare feet. I was wearing a white dress made out of a light-weight cloth material. Then there were many female voices that picked up a chant. It wasn't words, but *sounds*...it was calming and the fire was mesmerising.

I looked around for the first time noticing that I was in the middle of a group of little girls, all dressed as I was. I saw they had wreaths of flowers in their hair and reached up to make sure I had mine on...I did.

I heard someone call "Anyana" and I looked up and the Priestess was beckoning to me. I got up to her and she wrapped me in her robe, dabbed some sort of earthy-smelling mixture on my forehead and said something that sounded like "Il Falio Kerr Danilow". Then she took my hands and on my left hand she made a small cut that looked like a backwards "S,” but with curlier ends.

Then she gave me something to drink out of a silver mug that had the same symbol on it that my hand now did. She looked me in the eyes and I felt such a sense of peace wash over me.
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We were preparing for a ceremony. We were in the forest and the Priestess was showing me how to cut the branches she would need without harming the tree. Each branch she cut was inscribed – carved with a special symbol. This was done with the small knife the Priestess carried with her at all times. It was not used for anything but cutting in preparation for ceremonies and rituals. She had a special way of unwrapping and wrapping the knife before and after each use. __________________________________________________

I saw that we were in the cave. There was her cup on the altar. I looked at the symbol on it, then at the one on my hand. I looked back at the altar and noticed other things on the top. The Priestess gave me a little brown pouch with something in it, tied it around my neck and said to keep it on.

Then she was showing me some sticks. There were specific markings on them. She threw them on the ground, and she was talking about the patterns they made. How they fell was important.
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I was being led into the cave by Saya. There were other people gathered there and it was fairly dark. I saw the Priestess. We all sat down and she said three words (which I can't remember now). We closed our eyes. It was completely silent. I felt a pulsing in my forehead and three colors swirled slowly in front of me - gold, blue and white. Then she started a chant and I opened my eyes.

Several of the "older girls" came forward and lit a small fire on either side of the Priestess. The Priestess was standing behind an altar. It was made of gray stones...three standing parallel, which supported a long smooth stone that was the top of the altar. On the top were various items...a bowl, her chalice, a medium-sized knife, wooden branches, leaves and little bundles of something wrapped in material.

She said a few more words and filled the cup from the water source. She added some of the leaves, and opened the little bundles and put some of the contents on the mug. She started chanting (again - not words, but *sounds*). Then the group joined in the chanting and the water cup was passed from person to person. This was repeated several times.
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It's extremely interesting for me to note -- that I have several journal entries from childhood that support various past lives. None of them are spectacular, but rather they are just ordinary memories of everyday life throughout the ages.

I am curious if anyone else has noticed a pattern, or has had a validation between the games they played as children -- and the memories they have as adults?

Ailish
 
Thanks for sharing Aili. Did you ever get a translation of the words that the Priestess said to you? Do you know what language it is?

You've got me thinking now, I'm trying to remember the games I played when I was a child ;) I remember I always used to feel the need to sleep at the bottom of our garden at nighttime, our garden was big and it was a bit of a wilderness and I always felt "at home" playing in it. I've never really thought about the possibility of a past life connection until now though.
 
Hi Chris,

Did you ever get a translation of the words that the Priestess said to you?
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Not of those specific words, no. But I have a "list" of several other words she has spoken -- that actually translate into Gaelic.

Interesting to note, too, that at one point the Priestess looked at me and said "Anyana, curmhnigh." She had a single tear run down her cheek. Apparently, "curmhnigh" is Gaelic for "remember."

It's interesting to start thinking about your childhood -- and how certain things could be past life related. I often watch my nephew play and wonder -- now where did you get that from? :D

Aili
 
I seldom mention my past life memories, but will this time since it might help anyone who might have an “impossible” memory. This will show that wrong conclusions, and simply not seeing what’s obvious can and does happen.

From the age of probably 2 1/2 years old, in the late 1940s, friends and I played what my older brother called Castles & Knights. The setting was a wooded hillside just above where we lived, which had a cave of sorts.

Although I was one of the younger boys, and even then an introvert, I took the lead when we played there. I was a storyteller even then, and made up scenarios and plots, involving knights defending a castle, which was our cave. Without any prior knowledge, I somehow knew about knights, armor, jousting, moats, etc, etc, etc. But rather than playing the role of the King, I was the wise old wizard. Many of the stories I concocted came to me in dreams.

As we got older, we explored our neighborhood, but continued to play Castles & Knights, expanding and enhancing the story to fit our widening kingdom. When I moved away when I was 12 1/2, we still played Castles & Knights occasionally. With new friends and a new neighborhood, that game was left behind.

In school, and being an avid reader, I learned the legend of King Arthur and the Round Table, and eventually discovered Merlin. Of course much of what I read matched the dreams I had when I was younger. I had been meditating, although I didn't know that was what I did, since I was maybe six, and began having memories connected to the era of Merlin and King Arthur.

This confounded me, since I knew Merlin and all of that was legend, or fiction. Eventually I concluded that while the memories might be real, they were about another time or era, and that I was simply misreading the signs. I filed it away as interesting but incorrect.

Fast forward to several months ago. I was telling a friend about my dreams and playing Castles & Knights. Knowing that every past life I have uncovered has some basis as a writer or scribe, my friend suggested that I reconsider everything from the vantage point of Geoffrey of Monmouth, who lived from 1100-1155. Geoffrey of Monmouth happens to be the writer who gave birth to Merlin, and fleshed out the legend of King Arthur.

While I'm still working through all of this, I've gotten a few glimmers that it might just be right. So while I'm not quite ready to lay claim to an Obscure Past Life 100% yet, recent meditations do seem to be showing me some validating evidence. So if you happen to have an "impossible dream", maybe you're simply drawing some wrong conclusions.

John
 
Now that I'm watching, I can tell the difference in my six year old son's play that is past life related and that which probably isn't.

Since he was 15 months old he has played with certain things obsessively. When he gets into something, that is all he wants to do. While he usually just has a passing interest in other things like dinosaurs, the Native American stuff is just non-stop.

I have written down all of the things he has done like this. He has told me of memories of a life of a Native American so I know his play is directly correlating to one or more of his past lives.

He has gone through other 'phases' too. He also had a big knight and pirate type phase, he was obsessed with guitars for awhile, tools and on and on.

Vicky
 
Hi John,

What a fascinating thought! I hope you'll share some of your validations with us, when you figure it all out! Thank you for sharing. :)


Hi Vicky,

Your son is definitely an interesting boy -- with some very definite memories. I think some "phases" could be past life related -- but the interests that seem to "stick" are more than likely a pretty strong indication.

I find myself paying a lot of attention to my friends' stories of their childhoods, versus what type of memories they seem to have now. Surprisingly -- it explains a lot! :D


Aili
 
An interesting thread Aili - I hope others post their observations. I remember when I was younger, age 11 and riding my horse, I wanted so badly to "go back to the old ways."

The white man had done such harm, and I wanted to live as the Indians did and take my horse up into the mountains. I was sure I could survive - and I was sure - I had done it before. I even wrote in my diary about being - 1/2 and 1/2. Later my past life memories where as a white boy/man living with the Indians. It was with them - I felt I was home.
 
Wow, Deborah! What a fantastic validation for you -- that you have something written in childhood that corresponds to your memories now. :D

I'd love to hear from others -- if you've got something to add or to share, please jump in! :)


Aili
 
Wow! Somehow I managed to miss this thread!! How interesting everyone's stories are!!

When I was really little (5-8), I used to pretend to be native american.

Then as I got a bit older, (8-11) I used to play like I was part of what I guess would be arabic, mediterranean, morrocan... I dunno I would dress up in clothes a certain way, make a "tent" from blankets and bushes or low tree limbs and then spread a blanket on the ground and have pillows and very specific belongings with me on my blanket.

That's all I can remember for now. I have had one very brief "glimpse" of a native american life when I was about 28 and much more recently, a life that *could* have correlated with the other one.
 
How cool, Kat! :D

It would be really interesting to find out if you've had any Arabic PL's. That's not something that's very commonly referred to on the forum. :)
 
As a child I used to put all kind of paper sheets together to "make books", and I also liked to mix plants to make somekind of potions or something like that. If I wanted some book to myself, I just borrowed it from the library and copied it...

As an adult I started to have some visions and information about my PLs, and I realized that reacently (600 years ago) I've been a monk who used to manufacture and copy books, and later when his eyesight had gone bad he possibly tried to cure people from plague etc.

Even as I child, when I was about 9 years old and learned that there is a thing called reincarnation, I soon started to think that I've been a monk who makes books. Nothing in my this life goes close to any kind of religion etc. - so where did I got that idea; nowhere but from my own soul...
 
I remember drawing wooden ships with detailed planking and rigging throughout grade school and junior high. I would sit on the floor and draw on my blackboard that I would lean ageist the wall. I remember some paper drawings but I don’t know what happened to them. As a child I had memories of being a shipwright in the mid 1800s. I wish I had one of the drawings I am curious to how accurate they were. I also made elaborate sail boat models without kits or plans I don’t have any the boat models ether.

As a child I was fascinated with World War 2 planes and 1920s and 30s cars. Jets and new cars were boring. I have recently learned of my most resent PL in occupied France were I was near aircraft and I worked with stone.

I lot of my child hood was spent making things or pretending to make things. I was five when I got the news that JFK was assassinated. I was in my parent’s basement stacking scrap wood and old furniture parts like blocks. I was pretending I was making and airplane. When I herd that John Lennon died in 1980 I was in the same spot caving a walnut log into a sculpture.

Patrick
 
Josefina said:
If I wanted some book to myself, I just borrowed it from the library and copied it...
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:eek: That must have taken some patience and concentration! It sounds very much as if your past life memories were coming through in your "play." :D
 
When I was 7, my parents gave me a track that was supposed to be used for some type of toy car (the cars no longer existed, they got the track for 1.00). The first thing I did with the track was lay it out as if it was harbor piers and pierside roads. I then put model ships next to the piers and getting some toy cars, I set up parking lots next to the pier entrances. The entire layout was laid out as if I knew how to lay it out from the air.

Here's the kicker-at the time I lived in the desert at the time, and I had never lived in a port city. Since then, I've figured out my most recent past life was as a pilot-most likely in WW2.

I've never been to Hawaii, but if I was a pilot, I had to pass through Hawaii. I've never been to Hawaii in this life. Also-there's only 2 WW2 aircraft carriers left, but they were refitted for Cold War use. Would I recognize one were I on it? In any case, when I was a kid I had a HUGE collection of WW2 ships and planes. They gave me a sense of comfort.
 
Now that you mention it...

My favourite play when I was a kid was 'medieval'. I sow a dress that I wore when I played that and it took place in my parents' garden, which - in my head - was turned into a medieval village. I tried to get my friends to play that game with me, but they thought it uninteresting, because it really was quite uneventful.

I 'lived' in a small shed that also housed our hens. I just cooked, went visiting other imaginary families, did some gardening in a tiny 'vegetable garden' (which wasn't real either : angel ). I loved it.

Another childhood passion of mine was - and still is - the early renaissance. I always dressed my Barbie-dolls in (what I thought looked like) renaissance-outfits and their pink Barbie-house was ofcourse a castle. I was obsessed with this period as a child.

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When I was around 3 years old I was obsessed with wanting an asian baby, it lasted for several years. My grandfather even had to buy me a baby chinese doll which was my favorite toy. I was dissappointed that they didn't bring me a real life chinese baby. I wanted to go to China, I heard my parents joking that if I dug a hole in the earth I would reach China, so I was always in the garden digging.

That was not my only obsession as a child. I wanted to be also an indian. In school plays I was always the indian. They didn't let me because i was blonde and they wanted black-haired children, but I would throw temper tantrums so they had to let me. I had the clothes, tent, everything with indian designs and feathers. Also I wanted a real monkey-- the same history as with the asian doll, I was real obsessed with them. I never told this to anyone. People with the ability to see then tell me that they saw me as an indian "witch". My mother saw me as a type of high priestess in a white robe before I was born. I haven't seen all of these things. Currently i'm still into the asian and indians stuff, reading about the aztecs and incas, one of my major interests in life, and strangely, my mom has confirmated that she was an inca because of a name she was given and then researching it, and she's very into pyramids and loves to decorate with incan/ pyramids motifs.
 
Hello, Cristi, and welcome to the forum! :)

That's all very interesting, thank you for sharing. It sounds possible you've had past lives in Asia - it would be difficult to explain your childhood obsessions with something else. Have you ever done regressions to find out more about this? I suggest you read through our Past Life Regression section to find out how you can do that.

I hope you don't mind, but I found this hilarious:

"I heard my parents joking that if I dug a hole in the earth I would reach China, so I was always in the garden digging." :laugh: :D

I hope you continue to participate in the discussions!

Karoliina
 
Everybody's memories are so cute!

A friend of mine took his first plane ride at three years old. During boarding, the cockpit door was open, so he walked up and grilled the pilot. "Do you have your maps? Do you have enough fuel? What's your destination?" The pilot was amazed that a three-year-old was doing a preflight check.

When he was about five, he was given a toy airport. As he put it, "I played the hell out of that thing for the next six years!"

For some reason, although he has no Russian background, he thought it important to learn the Soviet national anthem.

Precocious little kid, or reincarnated pilot?
 
Very interesting, I love reading about childhood experiences, because to me, they are he most validating evidence of a past life.

When i was 2-3 i would cover my head in a pillowcase to pretend i had long hair. I did that mostly at the age, and from being told to stop by my parents i did. Although i remember doing it on several occasions up until i was 6.

One time i was in kindergarten, i came home from school, took off all my clothes, and pretended i was being arrested. I piled a blanket on the floor, and pretended it was a wooden cart. wow i can't believe i forgot all about this. Meanwhile my parents caught me, and spanked me. (not very good parenting skills i might add). hmm. Thinking back on all of this, it reminds me of like the witch trials, but not the ones in America. like, idk.

I have had periodic obsessions with countries at various ages. My first was in 1st grade, i became obsessed with china. I even still have a little statue of a Chinese girl i made in art in 1st grade, which by far is better than most first graders. I remember how much the teacher liked it. I would tell my mom people in china make things out of clay. I was obsessed for quiet some time. I remember checking books on china out in the library, and also flag books, I was obsessed with flags as well. Idk, i think that is odd considering most of my classmates were in the picture book sections.

Then in 2nd -3rd grade i became obsessed with medieval Paris. I loved the cobblestone, the cathedral of Notre dame. the people. everything. Needless to say when the hunchback of Notre dame Disney movie came out i was obsessed as well. Particularly with the villain, priest. he was my favorite character. hm.

I also started drawing very early, mostly vampires and witches, and dogs. haha. In my baby book there was a section about artwork, and my mom wrote, he likes drawing vampires, witches, and dogs. hahaha. Weird for a 2 year old. But i have been obsessed with vampires and witches all of my childhood.

Hmm, It is so interesting to think back on childhood and see so many hints of a past life. However, i only have memories, and information on one life, that lasted from 1909-1947(48) as a woman from Ohio/Pennsylvania. I can't wait to see what else you guys remember.
 
Around age 7 or 8 or so I did not have many friends at school (I was a bit weird :) ) but I used to run around in the long grass around the edges of the school oval and pretend I was hunting lions on the African savanah somewhere. It was very vivid to me.

I used to draw the same face over and over again which used to really bug my sister. She would say 'why don't you draw something else?' but I just liked it. I later met the owner of that very distinctive profile and we have been fast friends ever since and I have recalled many past adventures together.

In my teens I never went anywhere without a pocket knife hidden somewhere on my person - usually down my boot - which I used to like elaborate boots the more 'medieval looking' the better, with thongs to tie them up, that sort of thing. Luckily, of course, I never needed it, but it made me feel comfortable somehow and just seemed like the 'responsible thing to do' to have some small weapon 'just in case'. It certainly gave me a thrilling sense of adventure or something like that.
 
Hey...


I posted a thread very similar to this one many many years ago (I seem to drift through here every so often).


But I certainly think that there is something in child's play, in that, as a child I always felt grown up. My sisters, friends and I were constantly playing make believe, just as if we were in the same time, only adult, with husbands, children etc.


The thing that I think is most striking was the fact that I seemed addicted to nicotine at a very young age despite the fact that none of my family smoked. But in my games smoking was a must (fortunately when I got old enough to smoke in this life I realised that my body can't take it). Also, cars... I was always the driver and writing (I don't know whether it was the writing I loved or the typing, but seen as though I was always making up stories, I'll go with the writing).


I really feel that there wasn't too much time between my most recent PL and now, so I really feel that I was still partly living that life throughout my childhood. I'd get dreams, daydreams and 'real life' completely mixed up. Even now it happens some times.


But I remember joining this forum in 2001 to find someone I knew. Even in my childhood games the objects of my desire were grown men (none of which I actually knew in this life) but I always was on the lookout for them in real life. (sounds pretty desperate, huh?) Wonderfully this mingling of memories/dreams/reality is turning out to be pretty nice now as I am trying to write stories based on these 'games'.


Kuka:rolleyes:
 
What a wonderful thread!


when I was little I used to pretend I was a "rock hunter" lol


I would go outside and hunt for rocks and place them in my pouch. I remember at a book store once I found a purple pouch that was used for role players to carry their dice. I wanted it so badly I cried and cried until my mother gave in and bought it for me.


this became my rock pouch. I remember not any old rock would do either. It had to be completely round and feel just right.


I also remember tieing this little pouch to my pants using the draw stings and the belt loops of my blue jeans.


I remember thinking that my rocks was important or something.


when I married and left home I found this old pouch still filled with rocks. I kept it of course. It is in a box of other childhood things that I keep in my closet. lol I had forgotten it until I saw this thread though :)


I also remember pretending I was pregnant and unmarried which makes me :eek: because of a past life memory I had of dieing during childbirth as an unwed mother.


I remember I used to get into trouble because I was only about 5 or so when I did it and my mother would get very upset with me pretending such a "grown up" experience.


I would never pretend to give birth just the pregnancy and I would walk like a pregnant woman and I would always want to wear a dress when I did it too.


I don't know if I was reinacting that past life or not but it does seem kind of odd doesn't it?
 
when i was little i used to draw the swastika and this was before i learned about the holocaust i know i could not have seen it from home or any movies because no one in my family watched any movies on the holocaust.


another thing i didnt make a connection until now is that i have an obession with anything about the holocaust, i love watching documentries on the subject
 
when i was very little, i used to spend a lot of my evenings rocking in a wooden rocking chair and holding my doll and looking at the door...and it looked like nothing in particular...but i was replaying the same scene in my head over and over


in my head i was a grown-up girl and i wore a long heavy dark skirt or dress...i was rocking in a wooden rocking chair and my baby was crying, i kept bundling her up more because our log house was cold and dark, it was winter and nighttime and i think the floors were dirt...my rocking chair faced the door and i kept watching it, waiting for my husband to come back, i think he'd been gone a long time...


thats all i did with my dolls when i was very young, bundle them up and rock them to try to make them stop crying...and i only pretended this in the winter at night at home, i'd rock there and watch the door and wait for my dad to come home from work...and i'd get mad when mom would make me share this big wooden chair with my sister because that wasnt "how it was supposed to be" :laugh:
 
When I was very, very little I would talk about 'when I was a teenager.' I was very specific, what I wore and everything. I had long blonde hair, and in what little I remember of what I was talking about, I wore a white peasant blouse with embroidery on it. I think it was the 1960s. During meditation when I was thirteen, I remembered lying on pavement, and I had blonde hair. I was on a motorcycle, or some type of bike- or I had been. I could see police cars. A lot of memories I have are death memories. I remember lying on the ground in varying types of dress- a confederate american civil war soldier (another childhood


play topic ). Or the English Civil war. I used to draw pictures of men in the royalist type outfits. The name Paul found a particular significance for me. My mother and grandparents in this life are english, and my grandfather was showed me a book of pictures from Northumbria and I loved that book dearly. My grandfather's from Yorkshire, so he loved that I loved that book.
 
My "play" is probably a little more unusual than most of you. I liked to hide- I once drove my mom crazy because I hid undermy aunt's bed, completely silently for hours.


I would also often collect a bagful of "supplies" and find a spot-- I often liked the landing on a rarely used stairway and spread out my blanket, books, favorite toys, snacks and just hide there for hours.


I was a very quiet child- loved to read and write.


I've also had many nightmares of being forced to pack bags and leave my home with a short time frame to do it in. I always thought that was part of my insecurities and fears of being alone, but I never thought it had anything to do with those childhood games until recently.
 
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I saw your post and even though this is nothing to do with play it has to do with your story about your memories. I have always from the time I was two years old said I was a witch, but that I was a good witch, not a bad witch and that I helped people. I am still a witch, I am a practicing wiccan.


Other than that I remember playing cowboys and indians and always wanted to be the Indian and I remember pretending to look for a "wild horse" to tame and keep as my own. And I have as a teenager wanted to play ouija and try to do seances. I was also a very psychic child, although now I have very little to no ability. I have also always wanted to play princess. Dress up and put on a crown, and I used to have recurring dreams of a life where I was royalty somewhere in the medieval times, These happened between the ages of 7 and 12 yrs old.
 
Very interesting posts, thanks everyone! Alaskanlaughter, I think your childhood "play" was very particular. Do you have any idea which PL it could be connected to?


Butterflypysche - do you remember any past lives where you had to run away from your home and hide?


LadyRayven, do you remember past lives as a Native American or medieval royalty? If not, do they still feel "close" to you?


Karoliina
 
I do recall a life as native american, I beleive I was a shaman or somehting close to that and I had dreams of life as royalty in medievel times somewhere in the mountains and I dreamt it from the time I was 7 to the time I was 12 about the life as royalty. I remember I had a yellow dress on in the dreams and I looked different and I would tell my mom of the dreams and she said it was probably a PL. The reason I believe I was remembering the in my dreams so late in my childhood is because I came here with my husband from that PL, that is we reincarnated here around the same time and the dream was giving me clues to who he was. Not that it mattered he's not in my life now. But I think that it wasn't meant for us to be together in this life. Just a reminder of who he was.
 
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