These stories didn't frighten me; they actually made me smile! Children are pure souls and are MUCH more open to the spiritual world than adults can be! 😊😊😊♥️♥️♥️
A few years ago in my mid thirties I was remodeling a bathroom for a lady who just found out she had cancer ,and was obviously worried. at one point I walked out to check on her she was sitting in her dining room at the table, and there was a little blonde boy in church clothes standing behind her. when I got closer he ran off into the other room, I asked her is she watching her grandkids. she said no not today, why? I asked who was the little blonde boy that was just standing beside you , She gave me the biggest smile and a little tear in her eye . She said that is my little brother he died when he was little, I feel so much better knowing he is looking over me . A few years later she is in remission doing well.
My daughter was a shy little girl. Painfully shy. She'd hide behind my legs, hanging on to me nervously, whenever anyone who wasn't part of the family was around. She came to me when she was 4, stopped sucking her thumb, and said "they killed me because I'm ugly." I took her to my full length mirror and made her look at herself, and I told her she was the cutest, most beautiful little girl that anyone could ever see. She looked at herself intently from all angles, smiled, pulled a few poses and faces, and walked away as a confident, happy girl. She became very outgoing straight away. Whatever the cause, it was well worth taking her seriously.
The day I found out my grandma died I left work early ,I was home a few minutes and there was a knock at the door . it was a young woman who said she was going door to door asking questions for a school project, i said I'm sorry I cant think to answer questions I just found out my grandmother had passed. she opened the screen door between us and gave me a deep calming hug, and said it's ok and smiled. I thanked her and told her to be safe, an closed the door i instantly felt at ease from her hug. Now feeling better I hurried to open the door to stop her and answer her questions , and she was gone. there wasn't even tim for her to be off my steps, then I thought about how she was dressed in a button up sweater an a skirt with curly brown hair a style that was very out of date . a few days later at my grandmother's funeral , they had photos playing on a tv an a picture popped up of that girl. I grabbed my aunt and asked, who is that she said that was grandma when she was 18. I have goosebumps now remembering that day . Love and miss you grandma and poppy .
Something similar happened to me. Had visited a small coffee shop in town. After, I was walking to my car and a man asked if he could have a dollar and ten cents to get a cup of coffee. (That's all that was in my wallet). I wondered how he knew this. He thanked me and walked on. I made it to the car but all the while, I was wondering about if it was a test from God.
Kids are much more receptive to the spirit world than adults give them credit for. I'm glad my mother believed me when I started telling her about my encounters. When I was only 2 I started telling her "Part of me is missing" and kept telling her that until I was 5 when my mom finally told me that I'd had a twin sister when I was born, but that she had passed when we were only 28 days old. I knew about my twin sister before my mom could even tell me !
I was a twin too and my little brother didn't live. And my mom found me crying on the steps when I was about three and I told her that I had a hole in my heart a hole in my soul and that a big part of me was gone. and she asked me what I meant and I told her I don't know why but my soul hurts my heart hurts. And then she brought out the pictures and showed me my little brother.
My mom didn't tell me that I was supposed to have a twin until I was about six or seven. As I grew up I started to understand why I always felt like I was forgetting something and why I used to take a mirror and sit it next to me and talk to myself as I played with my toys. I still feel like I'm missing something or that I've left something behind when I leave the house.
My son at 10 years old was on a tour of some battlefield in Va. The tour also included a house that had been used as a field hospital. My normally quiet, slightly zoned out kid(ADHD meds) started correcting the guide. Telling her names of soldiers who had died in the house, talking about what the rooms looked like during that time etc. The guide was indulgent and just said "Wow you must have done this tour alot, do you live nearby?" Well he had never done this tour before and we lived 2 hours away and never been near this place before. When we asked him how he knew all the stuff he knew, he simply stated "I was taken there after my leg got hurt a long time ago." He never changed his story even 20 years later..
When I was almost 5 (I'm 62 now) we went on a family trip to fort Erie in NY. I remember seeing the beds that the solders used to sleep on. The next thing I remember was my sister hustling me out of there. Mom told sis later that I started to tell the tour guide everything that was set up wrong in that room and other details that the tour guide knew but hadn't said yet. After that we had our own private tour guide through the fort.
I used to babysit for a family of 4 kids, when I was in high school. Once, the second youngest, a boy, aged 4, was sitting by himself, crying. The other 3 kids, 8, 6 and 2, were tearing around the yard, having fun. I sat down next to him and he climbed into my lap. I asked him why he was upset. He said, "Oh, sometimes I miss my old life." Surprised, I said, "You miss when you were a tiny baby and lived in a different town?" (They had moved to our town when he was about 1 yr old.) "No!" He said, "before that! When I was a Daddy. I also miss my wife. She had gold hair and a green apron. She made us cakes. But I miss my children the mostest." I was taken aback. "What happened?" I asked, figuring he was telling me a story. "Where did they go?" "They didn't go anywhere. I got dead in a accident. I droved my car into a big tree cuz I was too tired to drive. Later I came here." He started crying again. I just sat there quietly rocking him. 😲
Since the child can't go back in time and resume his preferred life (who can do that anyhow?), talking about what he learned then, what he recalls of it, may help him realize what he can do in his new life to avoid problems and have a more interesting time. It might be like reading a book and thinking how a sequel could mean a chance to improve the story.
Same thing ... I lived alone. My grandson was in a time out on a stool in the hallway, right outside a bathroom. He suddenly looked up at me and asked who that man was in the bathroom; and looked a little shook up. I called him over to me and felt chills up and down my spine. I never used that bathroom because I always got weird feelings whenever I went in there. However, I knew I had to put a stop to that and had heard that if you are firm and tell the spirit to leave, it will. So, after my grandson had gone home, I went into that bathroom and said that it was not to appear or in any way frighten my grandchildren again, and it never did. After a while, I got tired of feeling that uneasy feeling whenever I would walk by the bathroom so I told them that it was time to move on and they had to leave. That feeling was gone after that and I never felt uncomfortable in there again. You just have to take control.
We did that too - we owned a house that had a spirit (we were told he had a thing for the ladies) and after he scared the shit out of me one night when my husband was away, I basically said "look, this isn't funny. I need to sleep, please leave." A couple of hours later, he did, and that was the last I felt of him.
Did the same, except it was watching a video of Elon Musk talking about his space-x program. The area was in the kitchen and hallway. I went in there and told whatever it was you can fuck off, or I'm going fuck with you if you got the balls to show yourself to me." I said this with all the lights off at around 3am, actively looking for something to appear. I found out later someone before me had passed away in the household I now reside in.
You are 100% correct. My aunt shared with me on how to remove spirits by talking to the energy. I've experienced one in particular where I talked to it and told it it had to leave my home after it walked through the back door and let itself out the front by unlocking all the locks and nights of it walking around the house. Sometimes they're always there but you just don't notice them consciously
My mother did that with a spirit in our house. I think someone sent it and I would hear it walking around the house. I told my mother and at night she took these herbs and told it to leave. I never heard footsteps again.
They are, is awesome but at the same time is make them vulnerable, so is good if is a protector but so fucked up when a nocive spirit interact with them Thats why is important that adults pay attention to what a child say, just in case a harmful entity make a move
@@JackFantasy you are 100% right - like the boy who could see black people with fiery eyes? That is NOT a good thing - ever. I've always been able to see and hear things, but it's definitely more dangerous now. Way too many people are opening doors and letting things into this plane. I work diligently to protect myself and our home from negativity coming through. BTW - I'm not a religious person - just in tune. Same as you.
I have a cousin Marie. When she was about 3 she was sitting in front of the tv when her mother told her to scoot back. She turned and scolded my aunt saying, "I am Countessa Isabella d'Angouleme and you will address me as such." and went back to watching tv. A few years ago Marie, her husband and young daughter were renting a house. One day Bella, her daughter, comes to her and says, "There's a little girl in the basement." Marie replied, "Yes,I've seen her a couple of times. She's friendly." They ended up buying the house across the street. On Halloween the new guy who was now renting the house stopped by with his kids trick-or-treating. Marie mentioned how she used to live in his house. He asked her if she ever saw people there. Marie asked, "Are you talking about the little girl in the basement?" to which he replied, "Good. So I'm not just seeing things."
Countessa Isabella d'Angouleme was the wife of King John of England,son of Eleanor of Aquitaine and Henry II .If what you said is true your cousin has some stories to tell.lol
One time, when I and my family were on a walk. My 4 yo sister said that that she doesn't want to go further because it's really scarry. Our parents were confused because it was a nice path and the sun was shinning. Just a little further we came to a cementary from world War 2.
My mom always tells us that when my brother was around 2/3 years old, he would tell her stories that all started with: "When I was a soldier and you were my child...".
My grandmother's grandmother would dream about a village in Germany throughout her life and every time she had the dream she would tell her family. When she was older her and her sister's went to a village in Germany and she guided them around and help them get the best deals. It was exactly as she described in her dream. My grandmother told me that story and I've never forgotten it.
Loved this, thank you. When my twin sister and I were toddlers we were standing up in our cots laughing and saying "pa pa", our name for Grandpa. He had died the week before. My Mum closed the door and pretended she hadn't witnessed it. Too much for her.
My mum & aunts swear to a story I was later told, about how I (a child born & raised in Northern Ireland) somehow helped my mum & aunts find the right way to a London park, coming from a bustling city centre; then told them something that has made my mum believe in reincarnation/life after death ever since. I was about 5-6 & my mum/aunts were trying to find the right direction, when I suddenly took my mum’s hand & just started guiding them, insisting that I’d been there before (but not in this life). When we actually reached the park, I had guided my mum & aunts beside the green & my mum asked me how I knew. As bizarre as it sounds, I insisted that I had been there before; that I had played with Elizabeth there. Naturally, I can’t help but wonder if I was actually referring to the young Princess Elizabeth or if it was mere coincidence. It definitely wasn’t a hoax, because how does a 5 year old know the way through London on her first visit? Certainly a mystery, especially how we come to forget as we age more & more... 🤔 💭❓
oh same, my parents often say that when i was 5ys, i once spoke to them in French and when they translated it, it's mean " my death is painful and horrible but thanks god i can live in this peaceful place the rest of my life, so don't u dare talk back to me, i'm older than u two!!" i'm a vietnamese and never learn french in my whole life☺
I'll never forget the night I dreamed about the love of my life. We weren't able to be together due to many unfortunate reasons. It had been several years since I'd seen or spoken to him and I was in a new, not great, relationship. One night I had this very vivid dream of him visiting me and wanting me to go with him. Even in the dream I was afraid of the consequences from my SO if I went, so I said no. A few days later I decided to Google him to see how he was. I found his obituary instead. He had died the night he came to me in my dreams. I will regret not going with him for the rest of my life. He tried to say goodbye and I turned him away. The absolute devastation I felt and feel is almost unbearable. If heaven is real, he'll be there waiting to guide me through the dark.
I am so sorry for what happened to you, and for your loss. Please know that he is watching over you.❤🧡💛 he is with you!.💚 no amount of guilt will change things now, sweetheart, just forgive yourself. That will be enough. Sending hugs and love. Be well!.🧡🌈🍁🌠🧡☘🌈
It’s okay girl, In my culture it’s said our death day is decided even before we’re born. You stayed here for a reason, it’s God’s plan. Take care, find your purpose, don’t regret not dying.
I’m not sure he would have been able to take you, I don’t think it’s his or your choice. It proves he still feels the same way about you and when your time arrives he’ll be there for you xxx
I consider myself a fairly quick reader, but I don't think I was able to read a single one of these completely before they scrolled up! Suggestions for future videos, "Allow more time before changing slides."
Some kid walked up to me at the park and goes, "I sorry I abused you. I was a terrible father." I asked him what he meant. He started crying and goes, "I hit you with a belt. There was a house fire. I left you. You got out and I beat you with my belt. I'm sorry." I had no idea. The creepy thing was, is that I had a lot of weird brusies and cuts that day. He goes, "You had 3 siblings. They all died in that fire." I'm just gonna say, I was CREEPED OUT.
I was talking to my son in the car, he was 4 at the time. He wanted to go to Disneyland again. I was surprised he could remember it because he was only 2 when we had taken him. I said, "you can remember that far back?" He replied, "Oh yeah, Daddy, I remember before I was born, it was real bright."
When I was 4, I was playing alone in the back yard. It was morning, and that was unusual. At one point, I went to go inside. My sister (age 7) was sitting on the steps crying. I asked, "Why are you crying"? She said, "Grandpa's dead". I told her that Grandpa IS dead, but he's not DEAD dead. I was just with him in the back yard. She screamed at me to go away and leave her alone. So I went inside only to find my father still home on a work day. I asked him why he was home. He told me it was because his father died. I told him that Grandpa IS dead, but he's not DEAD dead. I was just with him. He angrily called for my mother to take me away and put me in bed for a nap. I wondered what was wrong with them. Why my own father died, my niece, who was in her crib and should have been sleeping, started crying for her parents. They rushed in and she simply pointed and said Grandpa, Grandpa. Ten minutes later, my brother got "the call". When I was in my 30s, I went to the beach with a friend. She told me about a recurring bad dream that haunts her. She said she was a child and she was at the train station. She was forced to get into a cattle car of a train. The boards weren't completely closed, so she could look out between them. At that moment, I was there, on the platform, a Nazi soldier in uniform holding a rifle, making sure no one escaped. Just doing my job. As I watched the scene, I saw the little girl of about 8 years old, looking at me through the slats in the boards. Our eyes met. She knew it and I knew it. In a flash, I realized that they were human too. What we were doing was wrong. I felt so terrible about what I was doing. I knew I would rather be dead than doing this. Apparently I was. This was WWII, and I was born in 1950. Here's a funny part: My friend and I talked about it and I apologized to her, She didn't think she needed an apology, but apparently she did. The nightmares stopped. Now I'm married to an ethnic Jew and am a fervent egalitarian.
I think I was a Nazi soldier too. I died in Russia crossing a bridge with my men, they were barely teens. I hated it, kids serving as soldiers. I wanted to quit but knew I was going to be shot and the kids would be sent to fight under a new command, so I followed orders. We all died. I am a Spanish woman with Jewish ancestors...
My BIL was deployed with the Army when my nephew was very young. My sister was very worried, but my nephew told her not to be upset because his (invisible) friend Homer told him that everything was going to be all right. My sister and I had a great-grandfather named Homer who died when we were teens. My BIL came home from deployment just fine.
I also had an "imaginary " friend that I think freaked my mother out. For years when I was a child she didn't want to talk with me. I think my maternal grandma thought my "friend" was her sister Anna.
@@itsjustme7487 - my mother was afraid of me because I could tell her things that no one could know. Starting around 3 YO I _remember_ going up to perfect strangers and tell them who they were, who their family was ... She told me not to do this anymore - people don't like it. I can still do this all these years later, but don't let others know.
My grandson told me when he was four, Grammie, God talks to me. He told me He is preparing a baby for my mother. I said OK. Next week I asked ,Had God spoken to you again?" "Yes Grammie. He said he is preparing the bones, the skin and the blood and then He will be done. My daughter found out 2 weeks later she waspregnant after trying for a few years.He said God shows him things on something like a television.
My 3/4 year old nephew told my brother that "Aunt Jessi has a baby". They told him no, she does not have a baby! He told them, "Yes she does, and it died in her belly." I had never told my brother about my pregnancy, or of the loss of my unborn child.
When my daughter was a preschooler, she would always suddenly say to her dad and me, "you've just walked through a man or a woman" whichever one applied. And explained that they were there and we failed to see them. She's an adult now and I reminded her about that time and she said it stopped when she started school proper.
When i was about to marry my husband, just few days b4 our marriage, a lady came in my dream ,she smiled & said goodbye. I got terrified & woke up, then again slept. Next morning i heard that lady which came in my dream, had died last night. (This lady was my family freind, we had not visited her house for around 12 years, & i don't know why but this lady liked me a lott when i was kid)
The night my wife died while on business in Europe, my daughter woke up crying and told me she had a dream her Mother died. The day my grandfather died, my Mother swore he visited her in her room.
Several months after my grandpa died last year, I had a dream where I went to visit him at his house. He was sitting at the kitchen table and he was silent. At one point I asked him how he was feeling and he replied, with a very serious expression: "Way better than before." He died of cancer and his last weeks were very painful, he was in a lot of pain when he died. I like to think it was him coming to visit me and letting me know he's not in pain anymore
One day I was walking down the beach with my little sisters. We saw some tourists with baseball bats which was a new sight for the girls because mainly only locals knew about our beach. That's when my then 2 year old sister stopped dead in her tracks and said clear as day" thats when they used to to kill me when I was a boy" she could barely talk at the time it freaked us all out
I used to tell my grandma that I lived during WW2 in a house for children without parents. It was a very large building, shaped like this I___I. There was a garden in the middle. I remember children flying into the sky and I'd tell the staff "oh, [name] has flown away" and the child would die a few hours later. It's like I could see their souls flying away just before they died. I also remember being very sick and then dying. I remember that the staff took my, now dead, body, dug a hole in the garden and put my body there. It was very uncomfortable since my body was very bendy. It was humid and dark. I had brownish hair, usually two braids. I had a friend, she had beautiful black hair and blue eyes. I remember her crying and digging in the garden, trying to "find me". My grandma lived during WW2 and the place I was talking about was a school-house-hospital kind of thing. They also put bodies of the dead children in the garden. When I was in primary school I had to read a book for school. There was a picture of the exact place I was talking about Edit: fixed spelling
When my son was a baby, we lived in an old farmhouse where the previous owner had passed away in the kitchen just a couple of years before we moved in. My son used to stare into a certain corner of the kitchen & talk & giggle & hold his toys up as if someone was playing with him. This happened almost daily. Now & then we would hear footsteps walking through the kitchen while my husband & I were in bed & the bathroom door closing. We would get up to check on our son & he would be sound asleep. One day he was eating one of those fudge covered ice cream cones in the kitchen & he had chocolate all over his face, so I took a picture of him. I uploaded the picture onto my computer to send it to my mom when I noticed something looked off in the background. I zoomed in & there was a man's face behind my son. I have the picture still. It's pretty creepy! That was about 12 years ago. We don't live there anymore, but I've always wondered if the people who moved there after us ever had any experiences like that.
@@RhapsodyOfJoy depending on where they live in my town if you are selling a house and ppl ask if it is haunted you have to tell truth just like you can't lie about water in cellar after a storm. So maybe if those ppl are having an experience better she doesn't ask.
A friends child kept talking about his brother. He was about 3. She said one day "you don't have a brother" He said "I did when I was inside you." He was one of male twins, one died and was reabsorbed. She had never told him or anyone else. She knew about the other twin because she is a doctor and had done sonars on herself.
When my daughter was about 2½, we were walking to the shops and she said, 'mama, I can't marry you this time..'. A bit taken aback I asked what she meant, and she answered, 'I was remembering about before, when there weren't any cars, when I was a man, and I was married to you..', and off she skipped. She said a few things like that, but has completely forgotten any of it.
I loved these memories but please change the title - there is generally nothing chilling about past life memories-and it sets up fear in people that certainly does not need to be there. I am now in my 70's and have had thousands of memories and each as served to heal me in ways I didn't even know I needed. It seems anything not resolved comes with in order to do so. From just letting these feelings, visions, emotions just be there and caring and sending love to it if it is something painful it has opened me to more peace, bliss, health, joy than I've ever had before.
You are deceived. There is no spiritual truth except what God the Son, Jesus, revealed. There is no reincarnation. Repent, please,, and believe the Gospel. +
In 2013, my brother was cared for, and passed away, in a hospice facility in Florida. My parents and I went to visit the facility after he was gone, to thank the staff. Two nurses told us a story. After my brother died, they were in a patient's room (not my brother's room where he died but in the same facility) and happened to be talking about him. He was a challenging patient, a good person but very sick and quite a handful to care for ! As they were talking about him, a water pitcher flew off the nightstand and across the room. It did not fall off accidentally, like it was on the edge of the nightstand and fell over. It was thrown across the room. The patient in the bed was immobile and could not have thrown it. The nurses said they'd never talk about Danny again!!
My dad had died and I was at work when he came to talk to me. I’m a pastry chef, and our convo had gotten testy. He followed me into the dining room as I put some baked goods in a case and he picked up a vase of flowers and threw it on the floor in front of a couple of very freaked out patrons. I snapped at him to act his age and not scare my customers. True story.
When my daughter was about three years old she drew a picture of a smiling face with very life-like eyes. Most kids that age just draw dots for eyes. These eyes were complete with pupils, irises, the whites and eyelashes. I asked her to tell me about the picture. She said, “It’s the happy ghost that comes to visit me in my room.” The strange thing is that the picture looks like my husband’s grandmother who had passed the year before my daughter was born. At my baby shower I received a gift that my mother-in-law found when going through her mother’s things after she had passed. It was a hand-knitted pink dress and pink jumper with a note pinned to it that said, “for ___ and ___’s little girl. I wasn’t even pregnant when she passed.
my cousin who's a year younger than me once told me that kids and the elderly are more likely to see or sense ghosts than adults since they're not as connected to life as adults are. we were both kids at the time and experienced a few family members passing and sensing a few things and getting chills in empty rooms for no rational reason. so i'm will to still believe that.
I see ghosts am in my 20's but in my defense I've been seeing ghosts pretty much my whole life, seen a few guardian angels, one being my own on a few occasions, also I had a near death experience in my teens which people say makes the veil between alive and dead thinner even though I was still seeing ghosts well in to my mid teens which is pretty unusual, so I see ghosts all the time, my mum sort of tells me to not tell people because I see them where ever I am, I see them on buses, trains even in supermarkets, was stood in the supermarket the other day and this man was stood behind us, told my mum there is a guy stood behind us and she looked and said no there isn't, I replied I didn't mean he was alive, just there was a guy stood behind us, I can sense when they are good and bad spirits
When I was a child I had vivid dreams of living on a farm in a different distinct part of my country, between 1938 and 1953. A great flood happened in 1953 in that area where lots of people died. Always felt the dreams actualy happened to me. When I visited this part of my country, when I was an adult, for the first time, I felt somehow very connected to it. but never made the relation with the dreams I had as a child until later. And where I live now I have never had anything to do with this area. I stil find it strange. Also my mother had told me, she had a dream once of a coffin floating at sea. The next day she got a call her youngest brother, who was a sailor got killed in a car accident after comming home from sea and had a couple of beers with his mates. When my mother had passed, I again had a vivid dream of her comming to see me and say goodbye. When I hugged her, I woke up hyperventilating.
I actually heard a theory about why kids say this weird shit. I can't remember from who though... Now this person said that they're are actually spirits all around us, we just aren't as aware as adults. Now kids, however, have a stronger sense of imagination. And I truly believe that they also have a stronger sense of awareness as well. And because of their awareness, these spirits interact with these kids, good and bad spirits. I wish I could remember who said that.
The past life one got to me... I had a similar experience when I was eight. What everyone else saw: I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks, staring blankly ahead, shivered, and toppled over What I experienced: I was standing at the top of a cliff, holding a spear, and looking out over turquoise ocean waves. I was worried, thinking, “They should be back soon. I should see them...” I was NOT thinking in English, and my skin was a dark brown in the memory... I’m white AF. At that point, I had only seen the ocean on TV. But in the memory, I could see, hear, smell and taste it. (Upon visiting the Gulf two tears later, “This doesn’t smell or taste right.”)
something similar that I've not really talked about to many people, well think only 2 dr's due to the nature of what happened, I was sat in the middle of my science class I was maybe 15, not sure what we was studying but pretty sure it was physics, I'm sat on this stool, doing my work and all of a sudden I see this path with loads of trees on my right hand side, I then look to my left and the same the path is a really long one and I'm stood on this path in the middle, not sure what happened but I saw this and don't know how long for because I came to when my teacher pretty much screamed my name, I was almost in a trance like state, I didn't feel scared just sort of at peace, it felt soo real
My brother and oldest daughter both had imaginary playmates that when they reached a certain age they stopped talking to or about. I ask my daughter what had become of her playmate Peter? She told me that Peter had been killed in a car wreck. My mother told me that my brother told her that his playmate Pete was killed in a car wreck. The almost identical names are puzzling to say the least. My brother died in a car wreck at 23 several years before my daughter was born. Some things just make you wonder.
When I was about five, I asked my mother did we used to live where it snowed a lot? She said no. I argued with her, told her I got out of bed, went to the window seat, (I was in an upstairs room), and looked out on snow so thick it was more than halfway up the "Christmas trees". Perplexed look from her. And me convinced I remembered it. The floor was polished wood. There was rug beside the bed. I was wearing an old fashioned night gown, and when I NOW think back, I would have been actually older than five (based on the "memory") so then I was confused and didn't mention it again. That "memory" is still as clear as a bell though, including how cold the floor was.
Apparently when I was about 4, I asked my grandmother, "Remember when I was the grandma and you were the little girl?" My great-great-grandmother's name was Missouri, and that's how I got the name Zuri. My grandmother referred to her as "Grandma Zuri", even though I think that only started after I was born (her nickname during her life was Mattie). Now that I'm an adult, I look almost exactly like a portrait of her taken circa 1887.
After watching this video, man, I don't want to be separated from my inner circle. I want to be with them in the next life time. I love and care for them too much. If possible though, I want to live this lifetime again just with a slightly better outcome for me and my inner circle.
Chris, I have that same desire, allegedly we reincarnate in soul groups but relationships change. I have such melancholy and regret, wanting to be more loving and forgiving to my parents than I was when they were alive. I feel so sad I can't do more now. Retrospective pain is the worst. I miss them. I feel that way toward so many of those souls, now gone, that I loved. Watch John Huston's last film, "The Dead" by James Joyce. It is the most melancholy, most beautiful thing I've ever watched.
I feel the same way. My parents died six years ago and I cannot seem to enjoy my life without them. I spend more time alone now because no one understands why I cannot get a grip on my grief. I want to be where they are. I wish I could start life all over with them. I don't ever want to be without them. I have three dogs, and I am only still alive for them.
It's a scary thought, isn't it? To me, it's scary, cus it feels like I can get lost in an ocean of faces and because I don't feel loyal towards no one.
I'm a 51 year old guy living in Stockholm in Sweden, and when i was 11 my class went on a school trip to Öland for a week. (About 600 kilometer from Stockholm) and I had newer been on Öland before. One day we was on this beach next to a forest and about 20-30 meters from the water there was this huge boulder about 4 meters high and 8-10 meter in diameter, and i got this massive Déjà vu feeling, that i really recognized the place. I got this thought in my head "If i remember this right there is a car wreck behind this boulder" I walked around and find the front half of a car that looked like a Citroen from around 1930. How did i know that when i newer been there, or have not seen the place on TV or such either?
My Mother said that when I was younger, I'd come into her room after having a nightmare and cry about the shadow people trying to light the house on fire, she got up to calm me down and the stove was on.
Apparently when I was young my mother took me to visit the Tower of London - did not tell me any of the gruesome history but I vehemently refused to go anywhere near Traitor's Gate, where people were brought in to be tried.
I have three kids but the middle one is the only one who said anything along these lines. When he was barely talking I asked him what he did before he was born. He said he and Jesus used to watch the KC Royals in heaven. Still makes me smile.
Watching this video reminded me of my cousin's grandfather with whom i shared a real grandpa grand daughter bond.( this happened almost 25yrs back) When he passed away we were in different cities. And could not see him for the last time or attend his funeral. Couple of weeks later when i was passing from an area where there was a cemetery i saw Grandpa...and he was walking towards me giving me a smile..and told myself...how can he re appear after so many weeks (1.5month i guess) ......surprised n terrified i cross passed him and turned around to reassure if it was Grandpa...surprisingly even he turned back and was still smiling at me. I never again saw him.
I once had a dream in which i was receiving letters and answering letters to a woman in fluent french and in the dream i completely understood the language and spoke it well. The letters were on old paper and written in cursive with a fountain pen. I have never owned such items and the only languages i can read and write in are English, Afrikaans and Korean. When i woke up i couldnt understand anything of french anymore but could still feel the way it felt on my tongue and the sounds of it stuck in my head for the rest of the week. It was a strange experience
My Godson was about 5 or 6 when he came inside from playing and said there was a lady sitting on a rock watching him play. He said she watched him all the time when he was outside. We all ran out to see who this stranger was that was creeping on the baby. No one was there. Later, we were flipping through some albums when he excitedly pointed and yelled “That’s the lady that watches me!” It was his grandmother who passed away back in 93.
When my daughter was in elementary school her class was studying Ancient Egypt. When I picked her up one day she was telling me a list of facts that her teacher was reading to them. She said “that’s not the way it was…and continued on to tell me the way it really was”. Where was my tape recorder when I needed it?
December 29 2010, I was 16, I woke up suddenly at around 2 AM, and broke into tears. I knew my Great Memere was dead. I cried myself to sleep and when I got up in the morning I told my dad "Make sure mom is okay, Memere is dead" I told him what happened and he said not to say anything to my mom, we hoped I was wrong. About a half hour later my Meme (Mom's mom. Great Memere's daughter) called and my Dad and I just looked at eachother. My mom said "What's with you two?" as she picked up the phone and then a few seconds later said "When?" When she hung up she told us Memere had passed away around 2 am. To this day she still doesn't know. I've always had feelings and I see and hear things others don't, but this was the first time it happened with family.
@white pine the worst is when I know something bad is happening that day, but I don't know who, when, or what and I spend the entire day panicked. The last time it happened my fiance came home in a cop car with his pickup on a flat bed. He had been in an accident at a stop light (he was okay) and when the cops showed up he found out his license had been canceled (not suspended, canceled) for 3 years which was impossible because he had just gone and renewed his license less than a year before the accident. No one was able to tell him why it was cancelled or the exact date, just the year. We got lucky though because since the police couldn't figure out how it happened and their computers didn't show any attempts to notify him of the cancelation they didn't arrest him, just gave him a ticket. It took almost a year to figure out how to fix it. 🙃
True Story: My uncle died of covid in march 2020. a few months later my wife got pregnant with our second-born son, today he is 8 months old. While in the very early of first timermester; my wife , my mum and my aunt(whose husband has died) have a similar dream that uncle is saying to my father (his younger brother) "that I want to stay in your home". At the time even we didn't know she was pregnant and we only find out about their dream when my mom casually told my aunt about it and my aunt replied "I have the same dream" and then-wife was also present there and was dumbfounded because she had the same dream too all of them around the same time.
I was an adult and had a dream of me sitting beside my father and mother out in a meadow looking at a mountain. A few days later my dad told me about a dream he had where he was walking towards a mountain through a meadow. A few days later he passed away.
I was carrying my gear out to my car after playing a gig and a guy with a leaf blower was clearing the sidewalk just outside. He stopped and told me that I was playing the wrong kind of music, that I should be playing in church for God. The other guys in the band were loading up their gear, too. I asked them if the guy with the leaf blower talked to them and they all asked, "What guy?"
When I was young I knew many things and felt like I was there when they happened even though they happened long before I was born. I felt like there was an old man inside of me that knew and saw everything. It was sad as I got older and lost that connection.
I don't understand why with these amount of evidence there isn't a special team of scientists doing serious research about this subject, it's obvious they're not a coincidence, those few who do are usually ridiculized. This kind of stuff are the ones that make me think there is knowledge available to a few and hidden from the masses because in some way, it would set us free.
why there isn't one? ... because it is "anecdotal evidence" based on people's testimony and hearsay. what kind of data is the scientist supposed to gather and how is this experiment supposed to be peer reviewed and repeated in order to obtain the same result? If a child supposedly said something that referred to a past life or seeing ghosts how do you prove that? are people recording their lives 24/7 just to catch these moments? How do yo compare what a child says about a dead relative that they never met to your experience about this dead relative in the past? is there evidence (other than someone saying "grandpa's personality was like this" and "he always did this") to show that this relative was like this in the past other than more anecdotes? It can ALL be a coincidence. In psychology there is a term called "availability heuristic" or "availability bias" which says that people make judgments about the likelihood of an event based on how easily an example, instance, or case comes to mind. This video makes it seem like it happens more often than not. Can't even tell which ones are legitimate or fake.
There has been some serious research on this actually. "Life Before Life" by Raymond Moody, if I recall correctly. Also many books published detailing children's stories from all over the world, especially those who recall particular details which can be checked. There are whole LIBRARIES filled with this info, but because it's not mainstream, people don't even research the topic.
It isn't hidden. It's simply not believed by "the masses" as you put it. Many don't want to believe it while others require proof that just isn't there. Most who do believe have "been there", require no further proof than that and their outlook on life is usually irrevocably changed.
I think there are some who are studying this, but there are many who do not want to hear about it. I remember the story of the little girl from India who went to visit her "other" family including the child she died giving birth to who was by that time older than she was in the new life.
A-Disappointed-Sigh said it all. A research has several rules, needs concrete evidence, needs to be repeatable, and peer reviewed, so the cientists can be sure enough to write it down in a book as new knowledge for humankind. I'm not saying these testimonials aren't true. Just saying they're hard to track, prove, repeat. And this needs to be done to assure quality and certainty. And to be honest, probably half of those are fake/exaggerated stories just to get attention in the Internet anyway.
My younger grandchild, when they were about 4, told us, in great detail, about their past life. They knew they had died, and come back again. Now, aged nearly 8, they can't remember any of it.
My husband passed away in our home. A few days later my oldest and I were working in his obituary. My grandson who was 4 at the time was playing around us as we sat at the kitchen table. He ran and jumped in his mom's lap and he pointed down the hallway and asked who is that man. It was so random because the hallway was dark and no one was in that part of the house. He said his eyes were like fire. I picked up a photo of his PAPA and we asked him if it was him and he said yes. Our granddaughter who was 13 at the time says he would visit her all the time right after he passed away. He told her he missed me.
Susan, there's a "cogwheel" symbol on bottom right of the video, third from the start of the symbols. You can click that, and options come up to be able to slow the video down, or speed it up if you want to.
I had my other mother, my other father and my brother Jake. Couldn't tell you anything about them, but apparently I said a lot about them when I was little. Think there might have been a dog too.
I vividly remember a bizarre conversation I had with my grandfather when I was about 5. He had brought me into the livingroom full of visiting adults and asked me to name my uncles. I replied that all my uncles had changed their names to Tarzan. Grandpa remarked that I had forgotten and sent me out to play. Later, I was told I had some very odd names for my uncles and that my grandmother had apparently ran across those names during a bible study. No one could remember those names so all that is lost now.
I used to teach at the martial arts studio I attend, and one time a 7 year old looked me dead in the eye and said "it has begun" and when his dad asked him what he was talking about he said "you know what." Like CHILD, I do NOT KNOW, and frankly IM NOT SURE I WANT TO FIND OUT.
And auras. If you see a child staring at you intently, they are seeing your aura, the light of your life force shining off you. We lose that ability as we grow into our bodies and lose the ties to our origins.
One time when my daughter was 4 weeks old a lady at the Walmart looked at her and said oh she still sparkles. I looked it up later and people that can see auras believe babies that haven't decided to stay on earth have a silver or purple sparkling aura my daughter was very sick and went to emergency room later that same week they never found out what had made her so sick and in pain. My mom use to beg her to stay here in earth with us. She 5 now
When my kids were young, a little boy would go in their room and sit and play. He didn't respond when my kids would talk to him. I never saw him, but would see like a shadow sometimes. My older sister came over and stayed for a few days. She was asking one of my sons something and he didn't respond. A minute or so later the son she thought she was talking to came up from the basement. None of us have seen that little boy after all my kids grew up. We knew he was just visiting us in spirit and we felt we were blessed. A neighbor around the corner would have their shower going and no one was upstairs.
When I was about 5 or 6, my mom told me I always cried on my sleep. Like literally every night at that age. I think I remember me being in the middle of a war that time? It was kinda snowing. There were soldiers everywhere, fire. And I was vaguely also holding a brown rifle (I think it was a sniper). The weirdest thing was, I was a woman at that time while also shouting(commanding) the other women soldiers or smth. The next was when I was 13, I had these moments where I meet some people and feel like I knew them. I always end up embarrassing myself everytime that happened. Like this one time before, I was in the mall with my friends and I kinda saw this one lady walking towards us. I instinctively felt close to her and I almost called her but then the name was so vague it was stuck in my tongue so I ended up staring at her for a while. And the weird thing was 4 days after that encounter, I had a dream that I was riding on a jeepney and a girl who had the exact same face as the lady at the mall was sitting across from me.She looked younger tho, like a teenager. I was also a guy in that dream and I kinda asked for her number. I think we started dating after that. I thought it was just natural to suddenly dream of her that night because the lady at the mall was pretty. But at the same time it was also kinda weird because the drean felt so real. The sense of touch, the sense of smell, everything. Then just recently, like literally just recently, I started having these dreams where I was wearing hanfu dresses. I think it was an older life than the ones I had before. It was also more vivid than the other 2. I remember living a thrilling life escaping my house bec of boredom. I'd always steal this brown horse from our stable and ditch the guards while cross dressing as a male to visit the stalls and brothels LMAO
We live in a country town in Victoria, Australia, and it is not where I was born but the whole family have ended up living in this beautiful place. When my son was 4 I was driving him to kinder and he pointed out this lovely old house (we live in an old gold mining town) and said did I remember living here before cars and I just laughed and said we had never lived here before but he was insistent . Years later we found out that great great grandfather had in fact been a jeweller here and had indeed lived in the street that my son had pointed out though my son was wrong by one house, it was the one next door. He is now 30 and has no memory of it anymore. I think that’s this is why our family has such a strong bond to this place which is our soul home though none of us were born here (except my son). I know that my soul is at peace being here.
That must be an amazing feeling. My whole life I've felt like I was born into the wrong country, and don't get me wrong, it's a great country to be in (Australia) but I experienced such a wave of homesickness for Canada when I was about 11 that I cried all the way home from school one day, and made myself study ugly, grey, beige Aussie trees so I'd appreciate this hot, dusty, gah place more. Lol. And where I lived when this came over me was where it rained a lot, sub tropical Queensland, but I hated the heat. First time I experienced snow and chilling cold (visiting New Zealand) my face was so radiant that my husband took a photo. It's not like there aren't places in Australia where it's freezing cold most of the year either, it's just not...Canada.
I read somewhere, probably on RUclips, some guy being angry at paramedics for being revived, and swinging his arms wildly as he came to, and he heard one of the paramedics say "Why do they ALWAYS do that?'...
Lorraine I hope you are not still angry. I know God loves you and must have had a purpose for keeping you here on Earth. You may have done much good in the world that was very needed.
One of my little sisters used to stair with her eyes locked on something out the front window of the house I grew up in, We would ask her what was it she was looking at and her answer was always the same " I'm looking at the angels under the street light, Don't you see them?" She to this day remembers this and very mater of fact will tell you that is what she saw. Said they were like very bright people/lights. She would talking about going to see the angels a lot as well at random times. Was very creepy yet some what comforting because she was so calm and happy. I'll never forget the look she had on her face while saying it. I've always felt old myself so I get where she is coming from, but I've never seen another person look the way she did while speaking of it.
when i was playing with the neighbors daughter, in my bedroom of my flat, she said, i see spirits ! and pointed in the corner between the walk in closet and bathroom and also towards the sliding glass doors to the terrace. i got chills, as i feel watched often from those same corners, and our neighborhood is a private tiny safe place where we know everyone , plus's no one was staying in upstairs flat at that time ... i ended up moving because. that feeling persisted, and i had another bungalow conveniently behind that i also liked very much, and never felt anything
My mom tells two stories: 1) She attended the funeral of a great aunt when she was 5 years old. The funeral came to a screeching halt when OVER 90 PEOPLE simultaneously saw said dead aunt floating outside the church window, smiling at everyone. 2) Also when she was around 5, she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man wearing an 1800s suit with top hat, sitting at the edge of her bed. He smiled and said "no, it's not your time yet, you have a lot to do" and vanished. Shortly afterwards, she nearly cut her foot off in an accident, and had a WWII surgeon happened not to be visiting her rural hospital right when it happened (he was only there a few hours), she would have died. Instead, he was able to fully reattach it.
my oldest sister told me that i used to say "when i was big i..." i don't remember too much more than that, except i do remember that i used to remember something about a truck tire, whether it was just my imagination or not, i can't say, but i do remember my sister telling me that.
Way back when I was little, I used to talk about a nice man wearing a crown who found me after my parents went away. He became my new daddy and we lived in a castle together.
My husband told me how when his son was younger that he would sit and play and laugh and giggle but if he came into the room he would stop. when he got older as they were looking at old photos his son pointed to a picture of my husband dad and said that was who he used to play with. My husband dad died when he was 18 so there’s no way he would have known who he was.
When I was about six I used to say to my parents that I was a soldier called Stan and the last thing I remember was running up a beach with noise all around, mum and dad said I was just being silly, to me it was a vivid memory. I was born on 6th June 1953 exactly 9 years after D-Day!!!!! I still get the occasional flash back.
My 3rd child was born face up, umbilical wrapped around her neck and part of the placenta still on her face. I remember freaking out because after she came out it was about 1 minute before the Dr lifted her up. He was trying to removed the tight umbilical. That minute seemed like forever. He finally lifted her up and yes she was breathing but she was so blue. Anyway, at the age of 3 I asked her if she remembered being in my belly. She started to seriously cry and said "while I was in your tummy, a little black bird kept telling me to shut up and go to sleep." We also learned that she would see a tall figure with long black coat & tall black hat and he'd keep his back to her. She slept with my husband and me until she was 4 and said that man would come often. I asked her why she didn't wake us up. She said she was too scared to move or say anything and didn't want to get his attention. At 4 she would tell us of a little girl that lived under our coffee table. This girl hid there because her daddy killed the rest of his family. At 5 yrs old we learned she can see auras. She's now 23 and hates it when I ask her to read auras and she hates talking of spirits. She's very sensitive. She's my miracle baby.
My granddaughter 3 yrs ago was heard talking over her baby monitor, my daughter said, who are you talking too? She said nanny! My daughter said nanny isn't here she's at home, my granddaughter said no my other nanny that looks the same.. She has never seen a photo of my mum but we look like so alike both have red hair & my mum passed away in 1998, my granddaughter is 6 now she still says she sees her sometimes in her bedroom.
What I have learned from all these stories is : we'd better do something to stop Climate Change, because we're gonna come back and live with the consequences!
When one of my cousins was about 7 or 8, they were watching Titanic. When it came to the part where you can see the ship sinking, my aunt said my cousin was crying so hard and screaming they had to take her to her room. When she finally calmed down she told them she died on that ship!
When I was little I once told my mom that we needed to wait and catch the bus that was after the 1 that was coming so we could go home with my dad A. We didn't have cell phones so didn't receive a call or text B. My dad's job was in the opposite direction and he still had a few hours left before he clocked out But sure enough we get on the bus and he is sitting 2 rows back from the front with a Christmas tree
When my grandson was 2 years old my daughter and I took him to visit a viking longhouse in the middle of nowhere. We walked around enjoying the scenery then I picked up my grandson and we started to leave. He turned round in my arms and waved - at nobody - and said "bye bye boys"....
When I was maybe 10 or so I went outside to play with my older brother and younger cousin, we had to dogs in the yard and we had a gate that went to the patio. We walked outside and when my brother went to close it I told him to keep it open just in case we needed to run, he looked at me weird but left it open, maybe 5-10 minutes later one of our dogs attacked the other and we had to run inside. Another time I was at my grandmas house and we were gonna spend the night we ate dinner there and we were getting ready to go to bed soon, I sat and the table and stopped. I looked at my brother and we both suddenly felt sick, the next day we were told that the dog that was attack died the day before (he had been sick so our uncles took him to there house)
When I went to the LA County Museum when I was 8 & was walking through the displays of how people lived with authentic furniture i kept saying "That's all my stuff, I use to live there". The displays went from the Civil War back to early Europe circa 12th century. I'm very aware of that even now. I'm 71.
When I was a kid I could see in the corner of my eye, a man of light, looking at me. When I looked directly in that direction, there was no one there. I was never scared though. It felt safe to have some one looking over me
In the 1970s the woman who bought my late grandparents home asked if it was haunted. She said she had seen an old man on the landing. Her description of a thin old man matched my grandfather who had died in the house ten years before from cancer.
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These stories didn't frighten me; they actually made me smile! Children are pure souls and are MUCH more open to the spiritual world than adults can be! 😊😊😊♥️♥️♥️
True😊🥰
Agreed but some are liars
r u ok?
Me too.
Ur creepy af lol
A few years ago in my mid thirties I was remodeling a bathroom for a lady who just found out she had cancer ,and was obviously worried. at one point I walked out to check on her she was sitting in her dining room at the table, and there was a little blonde boy in church clothes standing behind her. when I got closer he ran off into the other room, I asked her is she watching her grandkids. she said no not today, why? I asked who was the little blonde boy that was just standing beside you , She gave me the biggest smile and a little tear in her eye . She said that is my little brother he died when he was little, I feel so much better knowing he is looking over me . A few years later she is in remission doing well.
One day at school I heard my grandmother's voice say "I have to go now". When I got home my mother was crying, and I knew why.
Rest In Peace your grandmother
That’s sad and creepy
At least she was able to tell you.
Rest in Peace, Grandma.
My daughter was a shy little girl. Painfully shy. She'd hide behind my legs, hanging on to me nervously, whenever anyone who wasn't part of the family was around. She came to me when she was 4, stopped sucking her thumb, and said "they killed me because I'm ugly." I took her to my full length mirror and made her look at herself, and I told her she was the cutest, most beautiful little girl that anyone could ever see. She looked at herself intently from all angles, smiled, pulled a few poses and faces, and walked away as a confident, happy girl. She became very outgoing straight away. Whatever the cause, it was well worth taking her seriously.
The day I found out my grandma died I left work early ,I was home a few minutes and there was a knock at the door . it was a young woman who said she was going door to door asking questions for a school project, i said I'm sorry I cant think to answer questions I just found out my grandmother had passed. she opened the screen door between us and gave me a deep calming hug, and said it's ok and smiled. I thanked her and told her to be safe, an closed the door i instantly felt at ease from her hug. Now feeling better I hurried to open the door to stop her and answer her questions , and she was gone. there wasn't even tim for her to be off my steps, then I thought about how she was dressed in a button up sweater an a skirt with curly brown hair a style that was very out of date . a few days later at my grandmother's funeral , they had photos playing on a tv an a picture popped up of that girl. I grabbed my aunt and asked, who is that she said that was grandma when she was 18. I have goosebumps now remembering that day . Love and miss you grandma and poppy .
That is amazing!!! Wow!
Goosebumps...
Something similar happened to me. Had visited a small coffee shop in town. After, I was walking to my car and a man asked if he could have a dollar and ten cents to get a cup of coffee. (That's all that was in my wallet). I wondered how he knew this. He thanked me and walked on. I made it to the car but all the while, I was wondering about if it was a test from God.
I called my Grandfather Poppy too🤗
@@deborahdanhauer8525 I'm sure he was a great man like mine.
Kids are much more receptive to the spirit world than adults give them credit for. I'm glad my mother believed me when I started telling her about my encounters. When I was only 2 I started telling her "Part of me is missing" and kept telling her that until I was 5 when my mom finally told me that I'd had a twin sister when I was born, but that she had passed when we were only 28 days old. I knew about my twin sister before my mom could even tell me !
I was a twin too and my little brother didn't live. And my mom found me crying on the steps when I was about three and I told her that I had a hole in my heart a hole in my soul and that a big part of me was gone. and she asked me what I meant and I told her I don't know why but my soul hurts my heart hurts. And then she brought out the pictures and showed me my little brother.
My mom didn't tell me that I was supposed to have a twin until I was about six or seven. As I grew up I started to understand why I always felt like I was forgetting something and why I used to take a mirror and sit it next to me and talk to myself as I played with my toys. I still feel like I'm missing something or that I've left something behind when I leave the house.
*28 days later*
My son at 10 years old was on a tour of some battlefield in Va. The tour also included a house that had been used as a field hospital. My normally quiet, slightly zoned out kid(ADHD meds) started correcting the guide. Telling her names of soldiers who had died in the house, talking about what the rooms looked like during that time etc. The guide was indulgent and just said "Wow you must have done this tour alot, do you live nearby?" Well he had never done this tour before and we lived 2 hours away and never been near this place before. When we asked him how he knew all the stuff he knew, he simply stated "I was taken there after my leg got hurt a long time ago." He never changed his story even 20 years later..
When I was almost 5 (I'm 62 now) we went on a family trip to fort Erie in NY. I remember seeing the beds that the solders used to sleep on. The next thing I remember was my sister hustling me out of there. Mom told sis later that I started to tell the tour guide everything that was set up wrong in that room and other details that the tour guide knew but hadn't said yet. After that we had our own private tour guide through the fort.
@@brat46 You sound exactly like my son. He just knew what he knew.
Dang that’s actually crazy
I used to babysit for a family of 4 kids, when I was in high school. Once, the second youngest, a boy, aged 4, was sitting by himself, crying. The other 3 kids, 8, 6 and 2, were tearing around the yard, having fun. I sat down next to him and he climbed into my lap. I asked him why he was upset. He said, "Oh, sometimes I miss my old life."
Surprised, I said, "You miss when you were a tiny baby and lived in a different town?" (They had moved to our town when he was about 1 yr old.)
"No!" He said, "before that! When I was a Daddy. I also miss my wife. She had gold hair and a green apron. She made us cakes. But I miss my children the mostest."
I was taken aback. "What happened?" I asked, figuring he was telling me a story. "Where did they go?"
"They didn't go anywhere. I got dead in a accident. I droved my car into a big tree cuz I was too tired to drive. Later I came here."
He started crying again. I just sat there quietly rocking him.
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That was a good thing to do.
Past life trauma...
Wish we knew more...
@@LIBqueen Maybe it's bettoer we don't because the boy would have to relive it. This way may be easier for him to start over ? IDK
Since the child can't go back in time and resume his preferred life (who can do that anyhow?), talking about what he learned then, what he recalls of it, may help him realize what he can do in his new life to avoid problems and have a more interesting time. It might be like reading a book and thinking how a sequel could mean a chance to improve the story.
imagine if he can remember the names of his wife and children...and you can find them on fb or whatever.
Same thing ... I lived alone. My grandson was in a time out on a stool in the hallway, right outside a bathroom. He suddenly looked up at me and asked who that man was in the bathroom; and looked a little shook up. I called him over to me and felt chills up and down my spine. I never used that bathroom because I always got weird feelings whenever I went in there. However, I knew I had to put a stop to that and had heard that if you are firm and tell the spirit to leave, it will.
So, after my grandson had gone home, I went into that bathroom and said that it was not to appear or in any way frighten my grandchildren again, and it never did. After a while, I got tired of feeling that uneasy feeling whenever I would walk by the bathroom so I told them that it was time to move on and they had to leave. That feeling was gone after that and I never felt uncomfortable in there again.
You just have to take control.
We did that too - we owned a house that had a spirit (we were told he had a thing for the ladies) and after he scared the shit out of me one night when my husband was away, I basically said "look, this isn't funny. I need to sleep, please leave." A couple of hours later, he did, and that was the last I felt of him.
Did the same, except it was watching a video of Elon Musk talking about his space-x program. The area was in the kitchen and hallway. I went in there and told whatever it was you can fuck off, or I'm going fuck with you if you got the balls to show yourself to me." I said this with all the lights off at around 3am, actively looking for something to appear. I found out later someone before me had passed away in the household I now reside in.
You are 100% correct. My aunt shared with me on how to remove spirits by talking to the energy. I've experienced one in particular where I talked to it and told it it had to leave my home after it walked through the back door and let itself out the front by unlocking all the locks and nights of it walking around the house. Sometimes they're always there but you just don't notice them consciously
@@kme my grandmother told me the way to banish a spirit was to ask them to leave.
My mother did that with a spirit in our house. I think someone sent it and I would hear it walking around the house. I told my mother and at night she took these herbs and told it to leave. I never heard footsteps again.
I love these; I think kids are much more open to other planes of existence.
They are, is awesome but at the same time is make them vulnerable, so is good if is a protector but so fucked up when a nocive spirit interact with them
Thats why is important that adults pay attention to what a child say, just in case a harmful entity make a move
It’s as Master Yoda once said: “Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is.”
I still am. Thankfully I joined a church and now feel the Holy Spirit all the time because of my gift
Their 3rd eye is open, when they get into the internet or school their 3rd eye closes
@@JackFantasy you are 100% right - like the boy who could see black people with fiery eyes? That is NOT a good thing - ever. I've always been able to see and hear things, but it's definitely more dangerous now. Way too many people are opening doors and letting things into this plane. I work diligently to protect myself and our home from negativity coming through. BTW - I'm not a religious person - just in tune.
Same as you.
I have a cousin Marie. When she was about 3 she was sitting in front of the tv when her mother told her to scoot back. She turned and scolded my aunt saying, "I am Countessa Isabella d'Angouleme and you will address me as such." and went back to watching tv.
A few years ago Marie, her husband and young daughter were renting a house. One day Bella, her daughter, comes to her and says, "There's a little girl in the basement." Marie replied, "Yes,I've seen her a couple of times. She's friendly."
They ended up buying the house across the street. On Halloween the new guy who was now renting the house stopped by with his kids trick-or-treating. Marie mentioned how she used to live in his house. He asked her if she ever saw people there. Marie asked, "Are you talking about the little girl in the basement?" to which he replied, "Good. So I'm not just seeing things."
OMG! That's funny!
Countessa Isabella de Valencia I found on Wikipedia. She sounded like an intelligent amazing woman.
Countessa Isabella d'Angouleme was the wife of King John of England,son of Eleanor of Aquitaine and Henry II .If what you said is true your cousin has some stories to tell.lol
I'm surprised, usually the ghosts of children are vengeful. They're lucky the little girl wasn't.
If you notice, the child in the story, Marie, claimed to be a countess named Isabella - read further to see Marie named her daughter Bella ...
One time, when I and my family were on a walk. My 4 yo sister said that that she doesn't want to go further because it's really scarry. Our parents were confused because it was a nice path and the sun was shinning. Just a little further we came to a cementary from world War 2.
That's spooky
Yes, cemetaries are often crawling with ghosts.
I once heard children have high sensitivity to spirits.
@@loridean177
I did as a child.
Wayne
So did I. My sister did also.
My mom always tells us that when my brother was around 2/3 years old, he would tell her stories that all started with: "When I was a soldier and you were my child...".
Was your grandfather in the army?
My grandmother's grandmother would dream about a village in Germany throughout her life and every time she had the dream she would tell her family. When she was older her and her sister's went to a village in Germany and she guided them around and help them get the best deals. It was exactly as she described in her dream. My grandmother told me that story and I've never forgotten it.
Loved this, thank you. When my twin sister and I were toddlers we were standing up in our cots laughing and saying "pa pa", our name for Grandpa. He had died the week before. My Mum closed the door and pretended she hadn't witnessed it. Too much for her.
My mum & aunts swear to a story I was later told, about how I (a child born & raised in Northern Ireland) somehow helped my mum & aunts find the right way to a London park, coming from a bustling city centre; then told them something that has made my mum believe in reincarnation/life after death ever since. I was about 5-6 & my mum/aunts were trying to find the right direction, when I suddenly took my mum’s hand & just started guiding them, insisting that I’d been there before (but not in this life). When we actually reached the park, I had guided my mum & aunts beside the green & my mum asked me how I knew. As bizarre as it sounds, I insisted that I had been there before; that I had played with Elizabeth there. Naturally, I can’t help but wonder if I was actually referring to the young Princess Elizabeth or if it was mere coincidence. It definitely wasn’t a hoax, because how does a 5 year old know the way through London on her first visit? Certainly a mystery, especially how we come to forget as we age more & more... 🤔 💭❓
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Elizabeth l or ll ?
oh same, my parents often say that when i was 5ys, i once spoke to them in French and when they translated it, it's mean " my death is painful and horrible but thanks god i can live in this peaceful place the rest of my life, so don't u dare talk back to me, i'm older than u two!!" i'm a vietnamese and never learn french in my whole life☺
Interesting since the French were/invaded Vietnam 🇻🇳 for awhile.
I'll never forget the night I dreamed about the love of my life. We weren't able to be together due to many unfortunate reasons. It had been several years since I'd seen or spoken to him and I was in a new, not great, relationship. One night I had this very vivid dream of him visiting me and wanting me to go with him. Even in the dream I was afraid of the consequences from my SO if I went, so I said no. A few days later I decided to Google him to see how he was. I found his obituary instead. He had died the night he came to me in my dreams. I will regret not going with him for the rest of my life. He tried to say goodbye and I turned him away. The absolute devastation I felt and feel is almost unbearable. If heaven is real, he'll be there waiting to guide me through the dark.
I am so sorry for what happened to you, and for your loss. Please know that he is watching over you.❤🧡💛 he is with you!.💚 no amount of guilt will change things now, sweetheart, just forgive yourself. That will be enough. Sending hugs and love. Be well!.🧡🌈🍁🌠🧡☘🌈
You regret not dying with him? “Don’t fear the Reaper”?
He wanted you, but you had to stay. Don't worry, live your life.
It’s okay girl, In my culture it’s said our death day is decided even before we’re born. You stayed here for a reason, it’s God’s plan. Take care, find your purpose, don’t regret not dying.
I’m not sure he would have been able to take you, I don’t think it’s his or your choice. It proves he still feels the same way about you and when your time arrives he’ll be there for you xxx
I consider myself a fairly quick reader, but I don't think I was able to read a single one of these completely before they scrolled up! Suggestions for future videos, "Allow more time before changing slides."
You can change the speed
@@lumina9995 Useful to remember. I managed by pressing 'pause' eash time - otherwise it really is too fast.
Oh I had enough time to read.
i pause it
Yeah, you're slow. I could read it and im like the slow reader of my class
Some kid walked up to me at the park and goes, "I sorry I abused you. I was a terrible father." I asked him what he meant. He started crying and goes, "I hit you with a belt. There was a house fire. I left you. You got out and I beat you with my belt. I'm sorry." I had no idea. The creepy thing was, is that I had a lot of weird brusies and cuts that day. He goes, "You had 3 siblings. They all died in that fire." I'm just gonna say, I was CREEPED OUT.
I was talking to my son in the car, he was 4 at the time. He wanted to go to Disneyland again. I was surprised he could remember it because he was only 2 when we had taken him. I said, "you can remember that far back?" He replied, "Oh yeah, Daddy, I remember before I was born, it was real bright."
When I was 4, I was playing alone in the back yard. It was morning, and that was unusual. At one point, I went to go inside. My sister (age 7) was sitting on the steps crying. I asked, "Why are you crying"? She said, "Grandpa's dead". I told her that Grandpa IS dead, but he's not DEAD dead. I was just with him in the back yard. She screamed at me to go away and leave her alone. So I went inside only to find my father still home on a work day. I asked him why he was home. He told me it was because his father died. I told him that Grandpa IS dead, but he's not DEAD dead. I was just with him. He angrily called for my mother to take me away and put me in bed for a nap. I wondered what was wrong with them.
Why my own father died, my niece, who was in her crib and should have been sleeping, started crying for her parents. They rushed in and she simply pointed and said Grandpa, Grandpa. Ten minutes later, my brother got "the call".
When I was in my 30s, I went to the beach with a friend. She told me about a recurring bad dream that haunts her. She said she was a child and she was at the train station. She was forced to get into a cattle car of a train. The boards weren't completely closed, so she could look out between them. At that moment, I was there, on the platform, a Nazi soldier in uniform holding a rifle, making sure no one escaped. Just doing my job. As I watched the scene, I saw the little girl of about 8 years old, looking at me through the slats in the boards. Our eyes met. She knew it and I knew it. In a flash, I realized that they were human too. What we were doing was wrong. I felt so terrible about what I was doing. I knew I would rather be dead than doing this. Apparently I was. This was WWII, and I was born in 1950.
Here's a funny part: My friend and I talked about it and I apologized to her, She didn't think she needed an apology, but apparently she did. The nightmares stopped.
Now I'm married to an ethnic Jew and am a fervent egalitarian.
I love your stories...very interesting indeed!
I feel like maybe I was a nazi soldier too, it's horrible. Glad you and your friend have peace now.
I think I was a Nazi soldier too. I died in Russia crossing a bridge with my men, they were barely teens. I hated it, kids serving as soldiers. I wanted to quit but knew I was going to be shot and the kids would be sent to fight under a new command, so I followed orders. We all died.
I am a Spanish woman with Jewish ancestors...
My BIL was deployed with the Army when my nephew was very young. My sister was very worried, but my nephew told her not to be upset because his (invisible) friend Homer told him that everything was going to be all right. My sister and I had a great-grandfather named Homer who died when we were teens. My BIL came home from deployment just fine.
I also had an "imaginary " friend that I think freaked my mother out. For years when I was a child she didn't want to talk with me.
I think my maternal grandma thought my "friend" was her sister Anna.
What's a BIL??
@@JuniorHarvey-zh4jr brother in law
"Out of the mouths of babes...."
@@itsjustme7487 - my mother was afraid of me because I could tell her things that no one could know. Starting around 3 YO I _remember_ going up to perfect strangers and tell them who they were, who their family was ... She told me not to do this anymore - people don't like it.
I can still do this all these years later, but don't let others know.
My grandson told me when he was four, Grammie, God talks to me. He told me He is preparing a baby for my mother. I said OK. Next week I asked ,Had God spoken to you again?" "Yes Grammie. He said he is preparing the bones, the skin and the blood and then He will be done. My daughter found out 2 weeks later she waspregnant after trying for a few years.He said God shows him things on something like a television.
I've seen that "television" 3 x's and saved countless lives afterwards. I called it a hologram until I learned it's part of being psychic.
My 3/4 year old nephew told my brother that "Aunt Jessi has a baby". They told him no, she does not have a baby! He told them, "Yes she does, and it died in her belly." I had never told my brother about my pregnancy, or of the loss of my unborn child.
When my daughter was a preschooler, she would always suddenly say to her dad and me, "you've just walked through a man or a woman" whichever one applied. And explained that they were there and we failed to see them. She's an adult now and I reminded her about that time and she said it stopped when she started school proper.
When i was about to marry my husband, just few days b4 our marriage, a lady came in my dream ,she smiled & said goodbye. I got terrified & woke up, then again slept. Next morning i heard that lady which came in my dream, had died last night. (This lady was my family freind, we had not visited her house for around 12 years, & i don't know why but this lady liked me a lott when i was kid)
The night my wife died while on business in Europe, my daughter woke up crying and told me she had a dream her Mother died.
The day my grandfather died, my Mother swore he visited her in her room.
Im so sorry for your losses
Several months after my grandpa died last year, I had a dream where I went to visit him at his house. He was sitting at the kitchen table and he was silent. At one point I asked him how he was feeling and he replied, with a very serious expression: "Way better than before."
He died of cancer and his last weeks were very painful, he was in a lot of pain when he died. I like to think it was him coming to visit me and letting me know he's not in pain anymore
One day I was walking down the beach with my little sisters. We saw some tourists with baseball bats which was a new sight for the girls because mainly only locals knew about our beach. That's when my then 2 year old sister stopped dead in her tracks and said clear as day" thats when they used to to kill me when I was a boy" she could barely talk at the time it freaked us all out
I used to tell my grandma that I lived during WW2 in a house for children without parents. It was a very large building, shaped like this I___I. There was a garden in the middle. I remember children flying into the sky and I'd tell the staff "oh, [name] has flown away" and the child would die a few hours later. It's like I could see their souls flying away just before they died. I also remember being very sick and then dying. I remember that the staff took my, now dead, body, dug a hole in the garden and put my body there. It was very uncomfortable since my body was very bendy. It was humid and dark. I had brownish hair, usually two braids. I had a friend, she had beautiful black hair and blue eyes. I remember her crying and digging in the garden, trying to "find me". My grandma lived during WW2 and the place I was talking about was a school-house-hospital kind of thing. They also put bodies of the dead children in the garden. When I was in primary school I had to read a book for school. There was a picture of the exact place I was talking about
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When my son was a baby, we lived in an old farmhouse where the previous owner had passed away in the kitchen just a couple of years before we moved in. My son used to stare into a certain corner of the kitchen & talk & giggle & hold his toys up as if someone was playing with him. This happened almost daily. Now & then we would hear footsteps walking through the kitchen while my husband & I were in bed & the bathroom door closing. We would get up to check on our son & he would be sound asleep. One day he was eating one of those fudge covered ice cream cones in the kitchen & he had chocolate all over his face, so I took a picture of him. I uploaded the picture onto my computer to send it to my mom when I noticed something looked off in the background. I zoomed in & there was a man's face behind my son. I have the picture still. It's pretty creepy! That was about 12 years ago. We don't live there anymore, but I've always wondered if the people who moved there after us ever had any experiences like that.
It sounds like the man was nice to your son though. Maybe he was just lonely
If possible, you should reach out to them and ask?!
Maybe send your story and picture to RUclipsr Robert Welsh for his Monday Ghost stories.
@@RhapsodyOfJoy depending on where they live in my town if you are selling a house and ppl ask if it is haunted you have to tell truth just like you can't lie about water in cellar after a storm. So maybe if those ppl are having an experience better she doesn't ask.
If it was me, I would run outside as far as I can
A friends child kept talking about his brother. He was about 3. She said one day "you don't have a brother" He said "I did when I was inside you."
He was one of male twins, one died and was reabsorbed. She had never told him or anyone else. She knew about the other twin because she is a doctor and had done sonars on herself.
When my daughter was about 2½, we were walking to the shops and she said, 'mama, I can't marry you this time..'. A bit taken aback I asked what she meant, and she answered, 'I was remembering about before, when there weren't any cars, when I was a man, and I was married to you..', and off she skipped. She said a few things like that, but has completely forgotten any of it.
I loved these memories but please change the title - there is generally nothing chilling about past life memories-and it sets up fear in people that certainly does not need to be there. I am now in my 70's and have had thousands of memories and each as served to heal me in ways I didn't even know I needed. It seems anything not resolved comes with in order to do so. From just letting these feelings, visions, emotions just be there and caring and sending love to it if it is something painful it has opened me to more peace, bliss, health, joy than I've ever had before.
Agree, Anand.
You are deceived. There is no spiritual truth except what God the Son, Jesus, revealed. There is no reincarnation. Repent, please,, and believe the Gospel. +
@@wms72 then why does the Bible say “Ye shall be born again” before Christianity turned the saying into practicing baptism.
In 2013, my brother was cared for, and passed away, in a hospice facility in Florida. My parents and I went to visit the facility after he was gone, to thank the staff. Two nurses told us a story. After my brother died, they were in a patient's room (not my brother's room where he died but in the same facility) and happened to be talking about him. He was a challenging patient, a good person but very sick and quite a handful to care for ! As they were talking about him, a water pitcher flew off the nightstand and across the room. It did not fall off accidentally, like it was on the edge of the nightstand and fell over. It was thrown across the room. The patient in the bed was immobile and could not have thrown it. The nurses said they'd never talk about Danny again!!
My dad had died and I was at work when he came to talk to me. I’m a pastry chef, and our convo had gotten testy. He followed me into the dining room as I put some baked goods in a case and he picked up a vase of flowers and threw it on the floor in front of a couple of very freaked out patrons. I snapped at him to act his age and not scare my customers. True story.
When my daughter was about three years old she drew a picture of a smiling face with very life-like eyes. Most kids that age just draw dots for eyes. These eyes were complete with pupils, irises, the whites and eyelashes. I asked her to tell me about the picture. She said, “It’s the happy ghost that comes to visit me in my room.” The strange thing is that the picture looks like my husband’s grandmother who had passed the year before my daughter was born. At my baby shower I received a gift that my mother-in-law found when going through her mother’s things after she had passed. It was a hand-knitted pink dress and pink jumper with a note pinned to it that said, “for ___ and ___’s little girl. I wasn’t even pregnant when she passed.
my cousin who's a year younger than me once told me that kids and the elderly are more likely to see or sense ghosts than adults since they're not as connected to life as adults are. we were both kids at the time and experienced a few family members passing and sensing a few things and getting chills in empty rooms for no rational reason. so i'm will to still believe that.
I see ghosts am in my 20's but in my defense I've been seeing ghosts pretty much my whole life, seen a few guardian angels, one being my own on a few occasions, also I had a near death experience in my teens which people say makes the veil between alive and dead thinner even though I was still seeing ghosts well in to my mid teens which is pretty unusual, so I see ghosts all the time, my mum sort of tells me to not tell people because I see them where ever I am, I see them on buses, trains even in supermarkets, was stood in the supermarket the other day and this man was stood behind us, told my mum there is a guy stood behind us and she looked and said no there isn't, I replied I didn't mean he was alive, just there was a guy stood behind us, I can sense when they are good and bad spirits
When I was a child I had vivid dreams of living on a farm in a different distinct part of my country, between 1938 and 1953. A great flood happened in 1953 in that area where lots of people died. Always felt the dreams actualy happened to me. When I visited this part of my country, when I was an adult, for the first time, I felt somehow very connected to it. but never made the relation with the dreams I had as a child until later. And where I live now I have never had anything to do with this area. I stil find it strange. Also my mother had told me, she had a dream once of a coffin floating at sea. The next day she got a call her youngest brother, who was a sailor got killed in a car accident after comming home from sea and had a couple of beers with his mates. When my mother had passed, I again had a vivid dream of her comming to see me and say goodbye. When I hugged her, I woke up hyperventilating.
I actually heard a theory about why kids say this weird shit. I can't remember from who though...
Now this person said that they're are actually spirits all around us, we just aren't as aware as adults. Now kids, however, have a stronger sense of imagination. And I truly believe that they also have a stronger sense of awareness as well. And because of their awareness, these spirits interact with these kids, good and bad spirits.
I wish I could remember who said that.
The past life one got to me... I had a similar experience when I was eight.
What everyone else saw: I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks, staring blankly ahead, shivered, and toppled over
What I experienced: I was standing at the top of a cliff, holding a spear, and looking out over turquoise ocean waves. I was worried, thinking, “They should be back soon. I should see them...”
I was NOT thinking in English, and my skin was a dark brown in the memory... I’m white AF. At that point, I had only seen the ocean on TV. But in the memory, I could see, hear, smell and taste it. (Upon visiting the Gulf two tears later, “This doesn’t smell or taste right.”)
something similar that I've not really talked about to many people, well think only 2 dr's due to the nature of what happened, I was sat in the middle of my science class I was maybe 15, not sure what we was studying but pretty sure it was physics, I'm sat on this stool, doing my work and all of a sudden I see this path with loads of trees on my right hand side, I then look to my left and the same the path is a really long one and I'm stood on this path in the middle, not sure what happened but I saw this and don't know how long for because I came to when my teacher pretty much screamed my name, I was almost in a trance like state, I didn't feel scared just sort of at peace, it felt soo real
@DJ RUclipsr TMJ you don’t believe in past lives? Leave those of us who’ve had them alone, then
My brother and oldest daughter both had imaginary playmates that when they reached a certain age they stopped talking to or about. I ask my daughter what had become of her playmate Peter? She told me that Peter had been killed in a car wreck. My mother told me that my brother told her that his playmate Pete was killed in a car wreck. The almost identical names are puzzling to say the least. My brother died in a car wreck at 23 several years before my daughter was born. Some things just make you wonder.
When I was about five, I asked my mother did we used to live where it snowed a lot? She said no. I argued with her, told her I got out of bed, went to the window seat, (I was in an upstairs room), and looked out on snow so thick it was more than halfway up the "Christmas trees". Perplexed look from her. And me convinced I remembered it. The floor was polished wood. There was rug beside the bed. I was wearing an old fashioned night gown, and when I NOW think back, I would have been actually older than five (based on the "memory") so then I was confused and didn't mention it again. That "memory" is still as clear as a bell though, including how cold the floor was.
Apparently when I was about 4, I asked my grandmother, "Remember when I was the grandma and you were the little girl?"
My great-great-grandmother's name was Missouri, and that's how I got the name Zuri. My grandmother referred to her as "Grandma Zuri", even though I think that only started after I was born (her nickname during her life was Mattie). Now that I'm an adult, I look almost exactly like a portrait of her taken circa 1887.
After watching this video, man, I don't want to be separated from my inner circle. I want to be with them in the next life time. I love and care for them too much. If possible though, I want to live this lifetime again just with a slightly better outcome for me and my inner circle.
Chris, I have that same desire, allegedly we reincarnate in soul groups but relationships change. I have such melancholy and regret, wanting to be more loving and forgiving to my parents than I was when they were alive. I feel so sad I can't do more now. Retrospective pain is the worst. I miss them. I feel that way toward so many of those souls, now gone, that I loved.
Watch John Huston's last film, "The Dead" by James Joyce. It is the most melancholy, most beautiful thing I've ever watched.
I feel the same way. My parents died six years ago and I cannot seem to enjoy my life without them. I spend more time alone now because no one understands why I cannot get a grip on my grief. I want to be where they are. I wish I could start life all over with them. I don't ever want to be without them. I have three dogs, and I am only still alive for them.
It's a scary thought, isn't it? To me, it's scary, cus it feels like I can get lost in an ocean of faces and because I don't feel loyal towards no one.
@@maureenobrien9815 I hope you get better, hope you can get closure.
@@twistoffate4791 Same. Dogs keep me here.
I'm a 51 year old guy living in Stockholm in Sweden, and when i was 11 my class went on a school trip to Öland for a week. (About 600 kilometer from Stockholm) and I had newer been on Öland before. One day we was on this beach next to a forest and about 20-30 meters from the water there was this huge boulder about 4 meters high and 8-10 meter in diameter, and i got this massive Déjà vu feeling, that i really recognized the place. I got this thought in my head "If i remember this right there is a car wreck behind this boulder" I walked around and find the front half of a car that looked like a Citroen from around 1930. How did i know that when i newer been there, or have not seen the place on TV or such either?
It's so sad to realize how much we have lost by growing older and adapting to what is commonly excepted.. 🥺
My Mother said that when I was younger, I'd come into her room after having a nightmare and cry about the shadow people trying to light the house on fire, she got up to calm me down and the stove was on.
Apparently when I was young my mother took me to visit the Tower of London - did not tell me any of the gruesome history but I vehemently refused to go anywhere near Traitor's Gate, where people were brought in to be tried.
I have three kids but the middle one is the only one who said anything along these lines. When he was barely talking I asked him what he did before he was born. He said he and Jesus used to watch the KC Royals in heaven. Still makes me smile.
What are "KC Royals"?
@@Kayenne54 The Kansas City Royals, a professional baseball team. We live in Kansas so the kids really liked the Royals.
Wouldn't Jesus be an Angels fan?
Watching this video reminded me of my cousin's grandfather with whom i shared a real grandpa grand daughter bond.( this happened almost 25yrs back) When he passed away we were in different cities. And could not see him for the last time or attend his funeral. Couple of weeks later when i was passing from an area where there was a cemetery i saw Grandpa...and he was walking towards me giving me a smile..and told myself...how can he re appear after so many weeks (1.5month i guess) ......surprised n terrified i cross passed him and turned around to reassure if it was Grandpa...surprisingly even he turned back and was still smiling at me.
I never again saw him.
When I was small I used to start sentences with "When I was a boy." I remember being disgusted because I couldn't pee standing up.
Until the age of about 5, I was convinced I could be a boy.
These are the twin brothers, your Adams
I once had a dream in which i was receiving letters and answering letters to a woman in fluent french and in the dream i completely understood the language and spoke it well.
The letters were on old paper and written in cursive with a fountain pen.
I have never owned such items and the only languages i can read and write in are English, Afrikaans and Korean.
When i woke up i couldnt understand anything of french anymore but could still feel the way it felt on my tongue and the sounds of it stuck in my head for the rest of the week.
It was a strange experience
My Godson was about 5 or 6 when he came inside from playing and said there was a lady sitting on a rock watching him play. He said she watched him all the time when he was outside. We all ran out to see who this stranger was that was creeping on the baby. No one was there. Later, we were flipping through some albums when he excitedly pointed and yelled “That’s the lady that watches me!” It was his grandmother who passed away back in 93.
When my daughter was in elementary school her class was studying Ancient Egypt. When I picked her up one day she was telling me a list of facts that her teacher was reading to them. She said “that’s not the way it was…and continued on to tell me the way it really was”. Where was my tape recorder when I needed it?
Please show more of these- thoroughly enjoyed this segment!
December 29 2010, I was 16, I woke up suddenly at around 2 AM, and broke into tears. I knew my Great Memere was dead. I cried myself to sleep and when I got up in the morning I told my dad "Make sure mom is okay, Memere is dead" I told him what happened and he said not to say anything to my mom, we hoped I was wrong. About a half hour later my Meme (Mom's mom. Great Memere's daughter) called and my Dad and I just looked at eachother. My mom said "What's with you two?" as she picked up the phone and then a few seconds later said "When?" When she hung up she told us Memere had passed away around 2 am. To this day she still doesn't know. I've always had feelings and I see and hear things others don't, but this was the first time it happened with family.
Some people are more sensitive than others. That's just the way it is.
@white pine the worst is when I know something bad is happening that day, but I don't know who, when, or what and I spend the entire day panicked. The last time it happened my fiance came home in a cop car with his pickup on a flat bed. He had been in an accident at a stop light (he was okay) and when the cops showed up he found out his license had been canceled (not suspended, canceled) for 3 years which was impossible because he had just gone and renewed his license less than a year before the accident. No one was able to tell him why it was cancelled or the exact date, just the year. We got lucky though because since the police couldn't figure out how it happened and their computers didn't show any attempts to notify him of the cancelation they didn't arrest him, just gave him a ticket. It took almost a year to figure out how to fix it. 🙃
@white pine I don't know if my family has it too or not. We don't really talk much. They'd probably tell me to go get a brain scan or something. 🤷♀️
True Story: My uncle died of covid in march 2020. a few months later my wife got pregnant with our second-born son, today he is 8 months old. While in the very early of first timermester; my wife , my mum and my aunt(whose husband has died) have a similar dream that uncle is saying to my father (his younger brother) "that I want to stay in your home". At the time even we didn't know she was pregnant and we only find out about their dream when my mom casually told my aunt about it and my aunt replied "I have the same dream" and then-wife was also present there and was dumbfounded because she had the same dream too all of them around the same time.
I was an adult and had a dream of me sitting beside my father and mother out in a meadow looking at a mountain. A few days later my dad told me about a dream he had where he was walking towards a mountain through a meadow. A few days later he passed away.
I was carrying my gear out to my car after playing a gig and a guy with a leaf blower was clearing the sidewalk just outside. He stopped and told me that I was playing the wrong kind of music, that I should be playing in church for God. The other guys in the band were loading up their gear, too. I asked them if the guy with the leaf blower talked to them and they all asked, "What guy?"
When I was young I knew many things and felt like I was there when they happened even though they happened long before I was born. I felt like there was an old man inside of me that knew and saw everything. It was sad as I got older and lost that connection.
I don't understand why with these amount of evidence there isn't a special team of scientists doing serious research about this subject, it's obvious they're not a coincidence, those few who do are usually ridiculized. This kind of stuff are the ones that make me think there is knowledge available to a few and hidden from the masses because in some way, it would set us free.
why there isn't one? ... because it is "anecdotal evidence" based on people's testimony and hearsay.
what kind of data is the scientist supposed to gather and how is this experiment supposed to be peer reviewed and repeated in order to obtain the same result?
If a child supposedly said something that referred to a past life or seeing ghosts how do you prove that? are people recording their lives 24/7 just to catch these moments? How do yo compare what a child says about a dead relative that they never met to your experience about this dead relative in the past? is there evidence (other than someone saying "grandpa's personality was like this" and "he always did this") to show that this relative was like this in the past other than more anecdotes?
It can ALL be a coincidence. In psychology there is a term called "availability heuristic" or "availability bias" which says that people make judgments about the likelihood of an event based on how easily an example, instance, or case comes to mind. This video makes it seem like it happens more often than not. Can't even tell which ones are legitimate or fake.
There has been some serious research on this actually. "Life Before Life" by Raymond Moody, if I recall correctly. Also many books published detailing children's stories from all over the world, especially those who recall particular details which can be checked. There are whole LIBRARIES filled with this info, but because it's not mainstream, people don't even research the topic.
It isn't hidden. It's simply not believed by "the masses" as you put it. Many don't want to believe it while others require proof that just isn't there. Most who do believe have "been there", require no further proof than that and their outlook on life is usually irrevocably changed.
I think there are some who are studying this, but there are many who do not want to hear about it.
I remember the story of the little girl from India who went to visit her "other" family including the child she died giving birth to who was by that time older than she was in the new life.
A-Disappointed-Sigh said it all. A research has several rules, needs concrete evidence, needs to be repeatable, and peer reviewed, so the cientists can be sure enough to write it down in a book as new knowledge for humankind.
I'm not saying these testimonials aren't true. Just saying they're hard to track, prove, repeat. And this needs to be done to assure quality and certainty.
And to be honest, probably half of those are fake/exaggerated stories just to get attention in the Internet anyway.
My younger grandchild, when they were about 4, told us, in great detail, about their past life. They knew they had died, and come back again. Now, aged nearly 8, they can't remember any of it.
My husband passed away in our home. A few days later my oldest and I were working in his obituary. My grandson who was 4 at the time was playing around us as we sat at the kitchen table. He ran and jumped in his mom's lap and he pointed down the hallway and asked who is that man. It was so random because the hallway was dark and no one was in that part of the house. He said his eyes were like fire. I picked up a photo of his PAPA and we asked him if it was him and he said yes. Our granddaughter who was 13 at the time says he would visit her all the time right after he passed away. He told her he missed me.
This was an interesting video except often it did not give me time to read the entire thing!
Pause to read each one or slow down the play of the video.
You can also use the arrow keys to skip 5 seconds back or forward.
Susan, there's a "cogwheel" symbol on bottom right of the video, third from the start of the symbols. You can click that, and options come up to be able to slow the video down, or speed it up if you want to.
Not too hot on the old reading thing, huh?
@@markfox1545 her, me and 48 others. Your point?
I had my other mother, my other father and my brother Jake. Couldn't tell you anything about them, but apparently I said a lot about them when I was little. Think there might have been a dog too.
I vividly remember a bizarre conversation I had with my grandfather when I was about 5.
He had brought me into the livingroom full of visiting adults and asked me to name my uncles.
I replied that all my uncles had changed their names to Tarzan.
Grandpa remarked that I had forgotten and sent me out to play.
Later, I was told I had some very odd names for my uncles and that my grandmother had apparently ran across those names during a bible study.
No one could remember those names so all that is lost now.
My son at four told me all about his past lives and deaths. He was my father! It rang true.
What past lives does he remember? X
Women seem to rebirth their parents and past life husbands.
2:24 I love that a bulldog qualifies as a kid.😂
I used to teach at the martial arts studio I attend, and one time a 7 year old looked me dead in the eye and said "it has begun" and when his dad asked him what he was talking about he said "you know what." Like CHILD, I do NOT KNOW, and frankly IM NOT SURE I WANT TO FIND OUT.
Kids are born with the gift to see ghosts, ..... Spooky.
And auras. If you see a child staring at you intently, they are seeing your aura, the light of your life force shining off you. We lose that ability as we grow into our bodies and lose the ties to our origins.
In my view, these stories are evidence that something bigger than us is going on.
One time when my daughter was 4 weeks old a lady at the Walmart looked at her and said oh she still sparkles. I looked it up later and people that can see auras believe babies that haven't decided to stay on earth have a silver or purple sparkling aura my daughter was very sick and went to emergency room later that same week they never found out what had made her so sick and in pain. My mom use to beg her to stay here in earth with us. She 5 now
This gave me chills
When my kids were young, a little boy would go in their room and sit and play. He didn't respond when my kids would talk to him. I never saw him, but would see like a shadow sometimes. My older sister came over and stayed for a few days. She was asking one of my sons something and he didn't respond. A minute or so later the son she thought she was talking to came up from the basement. None of us have seen that little boy after all my kids grew up. We knew he was just visiting us in spirit and we felt we were blessed. A neighbor around the corner would have their shower going and no one was upstairs.
When I was about 5 or 6, my mom told me I always cried on my sleep. Like literally every night at that age. I think I remember me being in the middle of a war that time? It was kinda snowing. There were soldiers everywhere, fire. And I was vaguely also holding a brown rifle (I think it was a sniper). The weirdest thing was, I was a woman at that time while also shouting(commanding) the other women soldiers or smth. The next was when I was 13, I had these moments where I meet some people and feel like I knew them. I always end up embarrassing myself everytime that happened. Like this one time before, I was in the mall with my friends and I kinda saw this one lady walking towards us. I instinctively felt close to her and I almost called her but then the name was so vague it was stuck in my tongue so I ended up staring at her for a while. And the weird thing was 4 days after that encounter, I had a dream that I was riding on a jeepney and a girl who had the exact same face as the lady at the mall was sitting across from me.She looked younger tho, like a teenager. I was also a guy in that dream and I kinda asked for her number. I think we started dating after that. I thought it was just natural to suddenly dream of her that night because the lady at the mall was pretty. But at the same time it was also kinda weird because the drean felt so real. The sense of touch, the sense of smell, everything. Then just recently, like literally just recently, I started having these dreams where I was wearing hanfu dresses. I think it was an older life than the ones I had before. It was also more vivid than the other 2. I remember living a thrilling life escaping my house bec of boredom. I'd always steal this brown horse from our stable and ditch the guards while cross dressing as a male to visit the stalls and brothels LMAO
My nephew suddenly announced to his parents one day, "Robert's dead. He's in the black sand. This used to be his house but it's ours now."
We live in a country town in Victoria, Australia, and it is not where I was born but the whole family have ended up living in this beautiful place. When my son was 4 I was driving him to kinder and he pointed out this lovely old house (we live in an old gold mining town) and said did I remember living here before cars and I just laughed and said we had never lived here before but he was insistent . Years later we found out that great great grandfather had in fact been a jeweller here and had indeed lived in the street that my son had pointed out though my son was wrong by one house, it was the one next door. He is now 30 and has no memory of it anymore. I think that’s this is why our family has such a strong bond to this place which is our soul home though none of us were born here (except my son). I know that my soul is at peace being here.
That must be an amazing feeling. My whole life I've felt like I was born into the wrong country, and don't get me wrong, it's a great country to be in (Australia) but I experienced such a wave of homesickness for Canada when I was about 11 that I cried all the way home from school one day, and made myself study ugly, grey, beige Aussie trees so I'd appreciate this hot, dusty, gah place more. Lol. And where I lived when this came over me was where it rained a lot, sub tropical Queensland, but I hated the heat. First time I experienced snow and chilling cold (visiting New Zealand) my face was so radiant that my husband took a photo. It's not like there aren't places in Australia where it's freezing cold most of the year either, it's just not...Canada.
@@Kayenne54 Me, too... I just don't have an affinity with the Aussie decor! I prefer the USA or New Zealand. I love the cool. 💛💫🌟
When I was ill, as a child, my mother said I was reaching for the angel in the room. I was angry he didn't take me and stopped going to church.
I read somewhere, probably on RUclips, some guy being angry at paramedics for being revived, and swinging his arms wildly as he came to, and he heard one of the paramedics say "Why do they ALWAYS do that?'...
Lorraine I hope you are not still angry. I know God loves you and must have had a purpose for keeping you here on Earth. You may have done much good in the world that was very needed.
NOT YET!!!!
One of my little sisters used to stair with her eyes locked on something out the front window of the house I grew up in, We would ask her what was it she was looking at and her answer was always the same " I'm looking at the angels under the street light, Don't you see them?" She to this day remembers this and very mater of fact will tell you that is what she saw. Said they were like very bright people/lights. She would talking about going to see the angels a lot as well at random times. Was very creepy yet some what comforting because she was so calm and happy. I'll never forget the look she had on her face while saying it. I've always felt old myself so I get where she is coming from, but I've never seen another person look the way she did while speaking of it.
when i was playing with the neighbors daughter, in my bedroom of my flat,
she said, i see spirits ! and pointed in the corner between the walk in closet and bathroom
and also towards the sliding glass doors to the terrace.
i got chills, as i feel watched often from those same corners,
and our neighborhood is a private tiny safe place where we know everyone ,
plus's no one was staying in upstairs flat at that time ...
i ended up moving because. that feeling persisted, and i had another bungalow conveniently behind that i also liked very much, and never felt anything
Would love to see more of these.
My mom tells two stories:
1) She attended the funeral of a great aunt when she was 5 years old. The funeral came to a screeching halt when OVER 90 PEOPLE simultaneously saw said dead aunt floating outside the church window, smiling at everyone.
2) Also when she was around 5, she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man wearing an 1800s suit with top hat, sitting at the edge of her bed. He smiled and said "no, it's not your time yet, you have a lot to do" and vanished. Shortly afterwards, she nearly cut her foot off in an accident, and had a WWII surgeon happened not to be visiting her rural hospital right when it happened (he was only there a few hours), she would have died. Instead, he was able to fully reattach it.
my oldest sister told me that i used to say "when i was big i..." i don't remember too much more than that, except i do remember that i used to remember something about a truck tire, whether it was just my imagination or not, i can't say, but i do remember my sister telling me that.
My oldest daughter used to say that too when she was little ... Just about doing things differently when she was big.
4:43 - I have my doubts about this story, but it's certainly cute!
6:28 - Damn right!
Way back when I was little, I used to talk about a nice man wearing a crown who found me after my parents went away. He became my new daddy and we lived in a castle together.
My husband told me how when his son was younger that he would sit and play and laugh and giggle but if he came into the room he would stop. when he got older as they were looking at old photos his son pointed to a picture of my husband dad and said that was who he used to play with. My husband dad died when he was 18 so there’s no way he would have known who he was.
When I was about six I used to say to my parents that I was a soldier called Stan and the last thing I remember was running up a beach with noise all around, mum and dad said I was just being silly, to me it was a vivid memory. I was born on 6th June 1953 exactly 9 years after D-Day!!!!! I still get the occasional flash back.
My 3rd child was born face up, umbilical wrapped around her neck and part of the placenta still on her face. I remember freaking out because after she came out it was about 1 minute before the Dr lifted her up. He was trying to removed the tight umbilical. That minute seemed like forever. He finally lifted her up and yes she was breathing but she was so blue. Anyway, at the age of 3 I asked her if she remembered being in my belly. She started to seriously cry and said "while I was in your tummy, a little black bird kept telling me to shut up and go to sleep." We also learned that she would see a tall figure with long black coat & tall black hat and he'd keep his back to her. She slept with my husband and me until she was 4 and said that man would come often. I asked her why she didn't wake us up. She said she was too scared to move or say anything and didn't want to get his attention. At 4 she would tell us of a little girl that lived under our coffee table. This girl hid there because her daddy killed the rest of his family. At 5 yrs old we learned she can see auras. She's now 23 and hates it when I ask her to read auras and she hates talking of spirits. She's very sensitive. She's my miracle baby.
My granddaughter 3 yrs ago was heard talking over her baby monitor, my daughter said, who are you talking too? She said nanny! My daughter said nanny isn't here she's at home, my granddaughter said no my other nanny that looks the same.. She has never seen a photo of my mum but we look like so alike both have red hair & my mum passed away in 1998, my granddaughter is 6 now she still says she sees her sometimes in her bedroom.
What I have learned from all these stories is : we'd better do something to stop Climate Change, because we're gonna come back and live with the consequences!
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When one of my cousins was about 7 or 8, they were watching Titanic. When it came to the part where you can see the ship sinking, my aunt said my cousin was crying so hard and screaming they had to take her to her room. When she finally calmed down she told them she died on that ship!
When I was little I once told my mom that we needed to wait and catch the bus that was after the 1 that was coming so we could go home with my dad
A. We didn't have cell phones so didn't receive a call or text
B. My dad's job was in the opposite direction and he still had a few hours left before he clocked out
But sure enough we get on the bus and he is sitting 2 rows back from the front with a Christmas tree
Whatever connection children have with ghosts or whatever it is, im dissapointed it goes away as you get older
When my grandson was 2 years old my daughter and I took him to visit a viking longhouse in the middle of nowhere. We walked around enjoying the scenery then I picked up my grandson and we started to leave. He turned round in my arms and waved - at nobody - and said "bye bye boys"....
I wonder why this is being pushed as spooky? It's amazing!
I love stuff like this totally relate
When I was maybe 10 or so I went outside to play with my older brother and younger cousin, we had to dogs in the yard and we had a gate that went to the patio. We walked outside and when my brother went to close it I told him to keep it open just in case we needed to run, he looked at me weird but left it open, maybe 5-10 minutes later one of our dogs attacked the other and we had to run inside.
Another time I was at my grandmas house and we were gonna spend the night we ate dinner there and we were getting ready to go to bed soon, I sat and the table and stopped. I looked at my brother and we both suddenly felt sick, the next day we were told that the dog that was attack died the day before (he had been sick so our uncles took him to there house)
When I went to the LA County Museum when I was 8 & was walking through the displays of how people lived with authentic furniture i kept saying "That's all my stuff, I use to live there". The displays went from the Civil War back to early Europe circa 12th century. I'm very aware of that even now. I'm 71.
If you can't read these quickly enough....There is a setting on RUclips to slow down playback speed. Click the three dots at the top of the video.
When I was a kid I could see in the corner of my eye, a man of light, looking at me. When I looked directly in that direction, there was no one there. I was never scared though. It felt safe to have some one looking over me
In the 1970s the woman who bought my late grandparents home asked if it was haunted. She said she had seen an old man on the landing. Her description of a thin old man matched my grandfather who had died in the house ten years before from cancer.
I love these kind of videos! I sure would love to have some past life memories!