YOUR CHILDREN REMEMBER PAST LIVES-TOP 20 amazing stories of soul migration

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Issue about children who remember past lives, scored not as many views as
other issues, just under half a million. But beneath it, a huge and amazing mass had gathered.
base from your personal stories. This is very interesting, because there is no point in inventing and
write in the comments cases that were not. You describe your experiences and your stories,
which do not fit into the conventional framework. We decided to choose and film 20
the most amazing stories, and we hope that under this release, too, there will be your
comments that would make even inveterate materialists ' hair stand on end.
And of course, traditionally, the most unique cases at the end of the release. So let's go.
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It was in Soviet times. My three-year-old son was always hiding bread under his pillow and,
if they took him away he cried and said:
"Mother, when I was dying, I was cold and hungry.
I stopped taking the bread from under his pillow, and he became calmer. Although in house always
there were candies and cookies, in shop he always asked, and bread bought? And calmed down if
he was told, " Yes” and panicked if there was no bread. This lasted until four years.
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My son, at the age of about 2 years, (now he is 3 and a half), said looking at the moon: "and she
one moon, and there were three." My husband and I looked at each other and supported him.
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And I have brother in Tanchiki plays, on Tbilisi-34, son his 4 - ' s years looks and suddenly suddenly utters:
"we in such burned down in 44 year”
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I remember my early childhood well, I don't know why. I talked to my parents about it, and they
confirmed my words about the memories of the earliest period. I remember myself from the breast
of course, I can describe in detail the house, the street where we lived, my toys, pieces of furniture in
house. We moved when I was 3 years old. And here is, that clearly remember still. When mom
she put me to her chest, I was stunned thinking: "What a strange method of nutrition! How
it's unpleasant that this liquid passes me inside."I don't know what this is about. But I remember,
I thought a very clear "adult" and some kind of alien or what thoughts.
I do not suffer from mental disorders.
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I also remember very well a very early childhood to the smallest detail.... their
toys, the apartment where we lived... I thought everyone remembered it, too, but I actually know
only one person who also remembers early childhood, like me, is my brother.. How then
it turned out that he asked everyone about it and found out that no one remembers it... And thoughts in
early childhood were very deep, as have adult rights... I can not write everything, because it
something " beyond.".. but simple, for example-why do people eat, because a person needs
energy, and food takes that energy... and I refused to eat... the food was unpleasant...
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When my son was about 5 years old he, falling asleep, suddenly began to quietly tell me that before
his name was Reebok, and his clothes were made of animal skins. He remembers that nabanarayan flowed like water, a heavy downpour did not stop for a very long time and everything is flooded,
people escaped as best they could, he and his wife and two children hid in a cave in the mountain, it was
it was cold, but they managed to light a fire, striking sparks with stones, he also had a brother Andrew,
who got sick and died. On question: you this himself composed or who told this history? - son
he said it was true, just remembered. I was shocked: my boy home, in
kindergarten did not go, books with stories like that he doesn't read the films was not looking. About
this case reminded him when he was an adult, but he forgot and very vaguely remembered
only my surprise at some of his story...There was still in the same period a case when
the little son said: I love you very much, but when you grow old and die, and then I
I will grow old and die - I will not be able to find you, you will be different, I will not recognize you, we will not
encounter. And began to cry.
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At the age of somewhere 3-4 years (and maybe earlier), it seemed to me that my parents and not my nose
my was not my, this a sense of until now remember, small was, eyes to nose reduced; not
my nose and that's it, my straight and then semi-snub some, and before that really began to draw
mountains, I loved it.... Years passed and the will of fate was under Alushta.
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