Early memories of earlier lives

face-623315_640One of the most important things to keep in mind when taking someone through a past life regression is to avoid asking leading questions. While it is part of the process to ask the client to describe details of their experience, so that a record may be made for them of their past life, care must be taken to ensure the experience remains pure and not clouded by an inadvertent suggestion contained within a question.

This lead me to wondering how a “control” example of sorts might be obtained. How someone could experience a past life spontaneously, without any intervention from a practitioner. Such an unsolicited account of a past incarnation would certainly do much to reinforce the validity of the phenomenon.

Before I had time to devise an experiment to explore this, a task which seemed near impossible, it turned out to be unnecessary. The need for it evaporated when I began to read accounts of young children, usually under the age of six who had, in full consciousness, with no prompting, recounted memories of a past life.

Jim Tucker, a psychiatrist working at the University of Virginia, wrote a review of such cases in 2008. One child, Sam Taylor, was about eighteen months old when he startled his father with some intriguing revelations during a nappy change. Protestations, giggles and even tantrums are something a parent may take in their stride as a part of this process, but to have the child look you squarely in the eyes and say, “When I was your age I used to change your diapers” I’m sure must have been enough to have any parent leafing frantically through the inevitable collection of tomes on good parenting.

Any hope of finding help there would have been abandoned though, as Sam went on to give details of his grandfather, or rather being his grandfather that were not only accurate, but of which he’d never been told. Right down to his wife making daily milkshakes for him as that life came to an end.

Another case studied by Dr. Tucker was of a four year old boy by the name of Ryan who, after restless nighst of dreams and nightmares, would awaken with a longing to go home, to Hollywood. This was of course baffling until at the age of five he told his worried mother, “I used to be somebody else.” He spoke of how many children he had, how many times he was married, that he traveled to Paris and a whole range of details about the life of this “somebody else”.

Out of desperation and concerned about the likely opinions of others in her neighborhood if she told anyone of this, his mother, Cyndi, took Ryan to the local library to look at some books about the history of Hollywood. Hoping to find something that may help him cope with his seemingly inexplicable “memories”.

Far from finding anything that might demonstrate to Ryan that what he was describing were simply wild dreams, he stumbled upon a photograph in one of the books, pointed at a figure therein and exclaimed, “That’s me! That’s who I was.”

Cyndi’s son had pointed to a man not sufficiently well known to be mentioned in the caption or indeed the book. Further research was needed and found him to be a film extra by the name of Marty Martyn, who had later become an agent. All of the details previously provided by Ryan were accurate and most astonishing was the fact that Martyn’s own daughter was not aware he’d had two sisters. Information that Ryan was able to provide.

I find these cases fascinating but by far the most amazing for me is the story of a three year old boy growing up in the Golan heights. witnessed by Dr. Eli Lasch and included in a book by therapist, Trutz Hardo, “Children Who Have Lived Before: Reincarnation Today”

This young boy of the Druze community told of how he was murdered in his last life. He was able to provide the name of the village where he had lived and in keeping with the Druze tradition he was taken there. On arrival he was able to tell the elders accompanying him his previous name. A local villager knew of this man and told them he’d gone missing four years earlier. It was assumed he had strayed into hostile territory.

The boy insisted that not only was he murdered, but he remembered the name of his killer. This man too was known and when confronted by the boy his complexion became, somewhat pallid. Nonetheless he denied the crime. I can only imagine he must have got considerably more nervous, however, when the reincarnation of his victim uttered the words that must be dreaded by any such evil doer, “I know where the body is buried”. Sure enough, at this precise site, human remains were found. Now very much weakened, the murderers denial crumbled when his “victim” took the elders to the place where the murder weapon had been disposed of and an axe was recovered. Remarkably, an axe wound to the skull of the excavated remains corresponded with a birth mark on the boys head.

I don’t think I could have hoped for any experiment I might have devised to have had results sufficiently spectacular to rival these accounts. Whilst I guard against gullibility and prefer an idea to have at least an internal logic, there is without doubt a wisdom and an insight in children to which we can be somewhat blinded by cynicism as we grow older. So I shall continue wandering, imagining and asking, what if? I hope you’ll join me.

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    • Hi Samantha and thank you so much for following the blog. It is indeed a fascinating subject and I’d greatly value your input on it. The implications of reincarnation and past life regression are so wide ranging and the rabbit hole so deep that no matter how much I research, there’s always something I haven’t seen that someone else has discovered.

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