DD seems to know all about my past. Very, very odd.

[FredQuimby]

This has been going on for ages, but I've only just really had the nerve to post about it. >Deep breath<

DD (four years old), says some very odd things. She tells me about my life and these are things she couldn't possibly know. For example, "Do you remember when you used to walk along the little lane and saw the pony and the heron?" - something that used to happen regularly to me when I was about six years old, walking to school with my mum and brother (it was a real horse and a plastic heron!). Also, things like we'll go to a car boot sale and she'll say it's like the jumble sales in the church when uncle >name< was a little boy and he bought a great big Mr Tickle jigsaw but some pieces were missing. This is again something that happened to me as a child. She told everyone in her Nursery that I'd fallen in the kitchen and had stitches in my head. She told them that the doctor was weaing a turban. Again, that happened when I was tiny and she would never have known about it. Another thing is that she identified a distant relative in a photo "Uncle >name

But what about those people who remember things from a past life where they are not related to the person in question and it was long before they were born. That can't be DNA.

Well if you are carrying a girl you are also carrying your grandchildren, so maybe a trace of memory does get passed through somewhere.

I always wonder how animals can be so much more instinctive than humans sometimes - take a newborn lamb, who will be walking within minutes of being born, whereas we have to be taught. How do baby Whales and dolphins instinctlively know how to swim, and surface for air?

I think little kids are like animals - they are in-tune to so much more than we are. Animals for example running up the mountains when they know a tsunami is coming? They can feel the tiny physical signs which we as humans are desensitised to.

Who says little kids can't pick up on thoughts or memories? Some better than others. And as someone said upthread, that we learn to supress these things as we get older??

Very interesting

Bump.

This is an amzing thread. Love it. More please. : )

Ooh my.

I find this enchanting.

:)

P.S. That you puffin/mole? Sorry OP if it's not, I just got a feeling it was a friend of mine.

Do u feel any better about all this op?! Xxx

I have nothing real to add except that when dd was 2 she was quite ill, she told me grandad X was by her bed & she was very scared as he was supposed to be dead. She told me to tell him to go away as she wasn't ready to go with him. A few minutes later she had a febrile convulsion & had to be taken to hospital as she was unconscious for longer than usual. Luckily she can't really remember the incident.

This is probably irrelevant but kind of supports (to me) that lives of the very young and the very old sometimes blend together in an interesting way, I am generally a very un-woo person but this is very important to me (have posted this before if it looks familiar!) My dearly beloved Godmother died the September before last, in the January of the next year I found out I was pregnant - it was a huge unplanned surprise!! It had taken ages to sort her estate out and as well as a very much needed lump sum they found an envelope with my name on with a new baby card with a pic of a pram on the front and the word BRILLIANT!!! inside in the beautiful caligraphy she always used to do. It gave me hope when I felt everything was going wrong. DD was born a year to the day that she died. Makes me a bit weepy thinking about it, but I feel she's still supporting me and I'm so happy now.

Sherlock that is a lovely story :) My gran died last year and we were always very close. I got pregnant in January and our due date is the day she died, a year to the day. My mum started crying when I told her :)

Emmanana "if you are carrying a girl you are also carrying your grandchildren" For some reason, that sentence brought a tear of joy to my eyes. What an absolutely wonderful way of looking at it.
Sherlock That's a lovely story!

Something happened to me as a child which I don't think about that often. One night, I dreamt a whole life. (good title for a song!) I was about five or six, and I woke up one morning, exhausted, having dreamed a whole life from birth to death. Every little detail. It was so weird. I can only remember snippets from it- Like being a little girl, running down stairs with red carpet. But it was very odd.

God Fy there's a cracking novel about all lives being dreams in others lives somewhere there!

Loving this thread. I am waiting for DD to start talking properly in the hope that she will have some 'former memories' to share with me.

My DD1 went through as phase for about a year with her imaginary friend "brother Louie" , we just accepted that is was just a phase, played along with her stories reguarding him, like him coming to tea, having to lay the table with a place included for him, sleeping over and playing with her, never bothered us, until one day last year she said to me, "i know brother Louie is my real brother, he came out of your tummy, a long time ago, he told me" i was lost for words, i had know idea where it came from, i was spooked because i had had an abortion a long long time ago at 16 years old, my DD does not know that, why would she, after that we never heard of brother Louie again?

When my youngest was about 3 he told me his name was Michael and asked when can he go back to his real mommy and daddy. He was so sincere when he asked. He threw the worlds biggest tantrum when I confirmed I'm his real mother and his real name isn't Michael.

I was really confused by him that day and put it down to a dream he'd had.

Oh, and it did make me think of re-incarnation, but I get even more confused even contemplating that.

How interesting! Thanks for this.

FredQuimby what an amazing and beautiful person your DD is.
I hope you treasure all these moments with her and even manage to record some of them?

I don't think a rational explanation is needed. She is in touch with what most of us have lost.

Thank you for telling us about her.

I'm 44 and still to this day have a memory, that I can still see, from when I was 1 year old. But, it could be my DM's memory as she was holding me at the time and saw what I saw.

I can remember looking out of a window and seeing a bus driving towards us. I remember being frightened that it was going to crash into us and then it suddenly turned and drove past the window. I remember being high up and being able to see people sitting in seats and seeing the roof of the bus. I mentioned it to my DM a few years back and she looked at me like

My DP's went on holiday when I was about 1. The cottage they stayed in was on a bus route and from the bedroom window you could see cars and the occasional bus driving towards it and then about 30 yards ahead they would turn and pass directly in front of the cottage as they went past. My DM remembers trying to calm me when I woke and holding me whilst looking out of the window. She is adamant that that is the only place that they have ever stayed in where I could ever have had that view. I've no idea how I remember it but I still do.

I 'remember' lying in a white pram in the garden hearing birds and those small propeller planes. Hearing a small plane still makes me think of early summer and makes me feel peaceful. I was born in Feb so I can't have been more than a few months old.

My older dd has several imaginary friends and one of them tells her things she cannot possibly know or have the vocabulary for.

Fascinating thread.

I remember driving into a river or a canal with my parents and the car sinking under the water. That never actually happened in this life but I remember it very vividly. There was a bridge up ahead and the water was running very fast and very high.

Absolutely love all these stories. It's wonderful! Xxx

I can clearly remember being a baby and being put into the car seat in the back. As I was going passed it I can clearly remember pulling the ball off the top of the gear stick (it was already loose), dropping it, and watching it roll under the front passenger seat. We had that car when I was about 1 and when I told my parents this memory it turns out that every detail was exactly correct.