I'm a brand new member. Found this forum using Google. I've never heard of the author asked during account registration or the book they speak of. I've joined simply to be around other like minded people for once. I saw this is a sub-forum for sharing stories about children's past lives so I figured it was the best place for me to tell my story.....
I was born Jan. 14th of 1980. I was actually due Xmas of '79 but that came and went, the doctor scheduled an appointment to induce. Turns out my stomach was a bit under developed, they had to drive me on bumpy dirt roads to help me fall asleep. Also turns out my father had the exact same when he was born.
My mother loves to tell this story over and over again; I never spoke a word until I was 4yrs old. Her mother was quite concerned and wanted me "checked out". When I was 3, I had a very traumatic event occur, for me anyway. I have had nightmares about it all my life. See, I had never been separated from my mom, ever. I woke up on bunk beds in a cottage on the island we were living (Saba) and my mom wasn't there. I literally FREAKED OUT. I ran outside into the middle of the street and starting crying my eyes out. A friend of the family who I vividly remember had a small food/snack stand/cart of some kind (it was mostly blue in color on the sides) right at the corner or the cottage at the roadside, came over and picked me up and told me not to worry. Turns out my mom had gotten food poisoning from bad shrimp.
It was within only a few weeks after this I started to talk. My mom is very clear on the fact that I did not just start saying words, I began speaking full sentences and telling her things. She said one of the first things I spoke about was why I had not said anything sooner. She says I told her that everything was fine before and that I never needed to say anything.
Here is where is gets deep.... I had just turned 4 and we were sitting on a park bench in Santa Monica CA (they came back to the US for me to start school later that year). I told her "you know that the older you get, the more you forget about your previous lives". She was totally taken off guard and was a little freaked. She then asked me what I was talking about. She says that I then began to explain that this wasn't my first time here. That I even got to chose my parents (I think she said I said that lol). I went on to explain that from the time you are born, you begin to forget more and more about your past lives.
Now keep in mind I was born and grew up in the Caribbean. Had never watched TV or seen a movie, there was no way she says that I could have picked up these ideas from anywhere, especially since I had never left her side basically from the day I was born.
I'm going to get her to record on tape this entire story the best she can recall. I can't say that I remember these conversations personally. I do however have dreams about certain things from when I was very young which I'm told is unusual, things from when I was only 2 and 3yrs old. Some have come to me in dreams, which I verified with my mom. But most as like a still shot first person color photograph in a dream if something if that makes sense.
At about 7 or 8 I think, I began to have a sense of what one of my previous lives had been, my first one to be exact. Years later I started to piece together what my second life had been and how I died, about the time I was 19. I will say the first time I died by drowning, the second in a car accident. That's all I'm willing to share at this point. I've never really shared this with anyone, especially to this extent, and even though I have the anonymity of the internet, I do fear ridicule to some extent, I suppose because I've never been so open about it and 99.9% or people are so close minded about the subject.
Anyway, that's my story and introduction. My name is Alexander BTW.
I was born Jan. 14th of 1980. I was actually due Xmas of '79 but that came and went, the doctor scheduled an appointment to induce. Turns out my stomach was a bit under developed, they had to drive me on bumpy dirt roads to help me fall asleep. Also turns out my father had the exact same when he was born.
My mother loves to tell this story over and over again; I never spoke a word until I was 4yrs old. Her mother was quite concerned and wanted me "checked out". When I was 3, I had a very traumatic event occur, for me anyway. I have had nightmares about it all my life. See, I had never been separated from my mom, ever. I woke up on bunk beds in a cottage on the island we were living (Saba) and my mom wasn't there. I literally FREAKED OUT. I ran outside into the middle of the street and starting crying my eyes out. A friend of the family who I vividly remember had a small food/snack stand/cart of some kind (it was mostly blue in color on the sides) right at the corner or the cottage at the roadside, came over and picked me up and told me not to worry. Turns out my mom had gotten food poisoning from bad shrimp.
It was within only a few weeks after this I started to talk. My mom is very clear on the fact that I did not just start saying words, I began speaking full sentences and telling her things. She said one of the first things I spoke about was why I had not said anything sooner. She says I told her that everything was fine before and that I never needed to say anything.
Here is where is gets deep.... I had just turned 4 and we were sitting on a park bench in Santa Monica CA (they came back to the US for me to start school later that year). I told her "you know that the older you get, the more you forget about your previous lives". She was totally taken off guard and was a little freaked. She then asked me what I was talking about. She says that I then began to explain that this wasn't my first time here. That I even got to chose my parents (I think she said I said that lol). I went on to explain that from the time you are born, you begin to forget more and more about your past lives.
Now keep in mind I was born and grew up in the Caribbean. Had never watched TV or seen a movie, there was no way she says that I could have picked up these ideas from anywhere, especially since I had never left her side basically from the day I was born.
I'm going to get her to record on tape this entire story the best she can recall. I can't say that I remember these conversations personally. I do however have dreams about certain things from when I was very young which I'm told is unusual, things from when I was only 2 and 3yrs old. Some have come to me in dreams, which I verified with my mom. But most as like a still shot first person color photograph in a dream if something if that makes sense.
At about 7 or 8 I think, I began to have a sense of what one of my previous lives had been, my first one to be exact. Years later I started to piece together what my second life had been and how I died, about the time I was 19. I will say the first time I died by drowning, the second in a car accident. That's all I'm willing to share at this point. I've never really shared this with anyone, especially to this extent, and even though I have the anonymity of the internet, I do fear ridicule to some extent, I suppose because I've never been so open about it and 99.9% or people are so close minded about the subject.
Anyway, that's my story and introduction. My name is Alexander BTW.
