Regardless of whether you believe in reincarnation or not, there are some inexplicable experiences that point towards a spiritual world that transcends one linear life.
Maybe it's a stranger who shows up in your life with an eerie knowledge about you they couldn't have known otherwise, or a series of strange memories that don't match up with your life, whatever the form, echoes of a past life are always a bit bizarre to consider.
As with anything, when you add children to the picture it all gets a bit creepier. Children are notorious for saying hilarious and creepy things without realizing it, often because they lack the inhibitions so many of us adults have.
In a popular Reddit thread, parents shared the creepy things their children have said that convinced them maybe, just maybe, their child was reincarnated.
She asked if I remembered when she died, or when her family died.
My daughter then told me about her three brothers that died (and their names, but i forgot them), then get parents died, then she died. But she was a boy.
Then she came to "this family" and she likes it better, because we have medicine that works. :-( She then grieved for them for about an hour, with me trying to help her through it.
She was 6 years old, with autism, and a speech delay. It was quite a shock for her to relay the whole story to me. The next day she told my sister the same thing, almost word for word.
My 3 yr old said, "I was your mom in heaven," Multiple times. When I was six weeks pregnant with her, my mom died unexpectedly the day she found out the secret that I was pregnant at 40 with what would be her last and 21st grandchild. We were going to surprise her on her 75th birthday, two weeks later, but a niece let the secret out.
When my girl was 4, we were looking through pictures boxes. I have no family pictures posted in my house. Later that night I realized my girl took three pictures of my mom and put then in her room. She's never seen pictures of my mom before. I asked her why she took those pictures and she said, "because I'm pretty."
Sorry I don't have a story, but I have to comment on how it is CRAZY how 99% of the kids in these stories are all around the same age. Very few go past age 5. It's like memories from a past life carry over, and when a kid can finally communicate well (age 3-4) they start talking about memories.
So like... then the kid starts making memories for the new (current) life, and the past life fades away and they don't remember even bringing it up.
That's what's freaking me out the most. The age consistency is insane.
My grandmother passed away about 10 years ago. We were very close and my whole life she always told me that she would be my guardian angel after she died.
When my daughter, now 5 was about 3 she had terrible night terrors and would have a hard time going to sleep. I would spend the evenings with her comforting her to help her get to sleep, reading books, talking to her, etc. One night we were talking about what do you want to be when you grow up. She kept telling me that she used to be a grown up.
After prying and asking what she meant, she told me that when she was a grown-up she used to be my grandma. She then told me a story about when I was young, I had an accident and was burned when helping her cook dinner. It's something that I never told her but did actually happen. It completely creeped me out at first, and she has never really mentioned anything else like that since.
My grandmother reluctantly told me how my uncle, who was around 2 or 3 at the time, described to her in great detail "skinning the white men."
I have a few, all the same kid.
First when my son was 3, he told me that he was once kidnapped and the police accidentally shot and killed him when they were trying to rescue him.
When he turned five he told me he had never made it this far.
Also when he was five, we drove past my grandparents old house, they have been gone 16 & 18 years now. He told me "I used to play in that house with Pappy (my dad) when I was little, except the house used to be white"
The house did indeed used to be white and it had been painted and ugly gray. My dad also had 9 siblings, three of which died in infancy.
edit none of the siblings were shot by police. A set of twin boys born prematurely in the 1940's didn't survive a week. My aunt died of internal bleeding the mid 1950's she was two.
I've only ever shared with a few people, how my late mother regularly hid a packet of biscuits (Usually chocolate digestives) from my brothers and I, so when we had visitors, there was always some biscuits to go with a cup of tea (How it's done in Britain).
I once caught my daughter stuffing a packet of biscuits in the back of a cupboard behind a big bag of pasta. At the time, I thought "Crafty cow wants them for herself" but left them there to see if they'd disappear - Maybe for a teaching moment about not being selfish or something. They didn't disappear, but reappeared when some friends came over. She just waltzed out of the kitchen, just as my mother used to, opening a packet of biscuits. She never knew my mother and I'm pretty certain nobody else would have encouraged this pretty specific behavior.
I don't believe she's the reincarnation of my mother, but I'm just intrigued at her selflessness - She doesn't get it from me, those biscuits wouldn't have gotten past a couple cups of coffee with me around. She still does it too - We have a biscuit box in the cupboard, usually with a few packs of biscuits, but when I keep a check on how many packs I've bought, there will be one short or I'll come across a random packet in a cupboard somewhere. And she likes to be the biscuit-bringer when we have visitors.
I've posted this before but: My daughter, right before she turned 5 was in our hall in the middle of the night, still asleep, whimpering and crying. I got her to come lay down with me and when I asked her what the dream was, she got very upset and said "it wasn't a dream I remembered". She told me she remembered when she was a bad dog, and they made her go to sleep.
I asked her about it again later and she got very upset, said she was a bad dog and started crying saying she didn't want to remember it again.
She has no idea what it means to put a dog down, let alone that it is what happens to "bad dogs."
I've told this one on Reddit before. My son was three at the time. We were at a ceramics place and I was taking a wheel throwing lesson when he say to this lady "I saw you in the fire. Did it hurt when you got burned? I was there but I couldn't help you."
She turned white as a sheet and explained to me that when she was a young girl, her house caught fire and she was badly burned. She told me that used to tell her family that she followed a little boy, she'd never seen, out of her room and then out of the burning house.
She is sure that my son is her guardian angel, and that he was sent to tell her this as an older lady to make sure always remembers. We became pretty good friends until we moved away. My son is now 16 and doesn't remember much about this other than he has faint memories of her.
When I was younger, I would have sleep walk, appearing to be fully conscious, then lying down and going back to sleep like nothing happened. There have been times my mom caught me opening windows in the middle of the night. Another time she was in the kitchen reading the paper and I walked in, made myself a glass of orange juice, drank it, then went to sleep at the table in front of her.
One time, my mom and dad were watching a World War II documentary late one night. Something about the push into Europe and a massive tank battle (probably Arracourt). I walked downstairs and my parents told me to go back to bed. I said, "I want to watch the battle again." Parents said I've never seen this documentary. I said, "no, but I remember it. We were in that one. It went boom. points to a specific tank in the middle ground. I remember the one behind us going boom too."
Mom puts me to bed, saying I was talking nonsense. Comes back and jokes to my dad. Dad says he's not so sure, because while she was putting me to bed both tanks exploded. The one in the rear first, followed by the one I pointed out.
Edit: this was a documentary. The footage I was referring to was combat camera crew recording the battle.
When my sister was 3 she would go on and on about her brother, Brian. We're all girls, and we don't know where she would have heard the name. But it was all, Brian does this Brian and me used to do that, on and on. Thinking Brian was an imaginary friend I asked her where Brian was now. She said "he's dead, I am, too. The bomb got us and our house is gone." Very weird.
Apparently I used to always creep my mom out when I was really young by singing a full song, over and over again whenever I was in the tub. She said she has no idea what language it was but it was always the exact same. She swears it wasn't a child's jibberish and was obviously a full language (just not our native English).
I try to remember it but I just can't quite get there. I do remember singing it though and then one day not being able to sing it anymore when I was probably 6 or 7, and being distressed by the loss of it. I wish I knew what the hell it was.
My 3y/o niece, in a hotel near her home "I've been here. I used to sit in this chair and knit." Wouldn't say anything else when pressed further.
Another time in an antiques shop, we looked at an old school desk with a flip-top lid when she, bemused, said "Where's the inkwell??" It just seemed strange that she'd expect there to be one.
When I was about 3, I used to tell my mum stories of being a little Chinese girl. Apparently I lived at the bottom of a hill with my grandmother, and I died in a flood. When I was 6 or 7, I came home from school upset that I'd been surrounded by a group of boys, and I cried to my mum that it was like when the soldiers on horses came to take us away.
My son went for over a year talking about his other mommy and daddy, with a completely straight and serious face. We have a blended family, so he has me (Mom) and at his father's house his Dad, Stepmom, and brother. He said he had 2 fake mommies and a fake daddy and then a set of real ones. When trying to get clarification thinking he was having trouble adapting to new family roles, he informed us that we were the fakes and that his real parents were much older, lived far away on a farm, with his older brother.
That story came up off and on, as well as weird side statements from him. We had him at the ER one time, in a private room, he hears voices outside which he normally wouldn't pay any mind to. He perked up, looked at the door, and goes, "That sounded like my real Mommy's voice!". He was very excited and animated about it (my kid is usually pretty deadpan, so that was off too). I decided to just ride it out, but admittedly it did freak me out at first. He hasn't done it in awhile.
My family took everyone on a trip to see their old neighborhood. They drove by a house where, about 15 years earlier, a little girl was hit by a car and died. My cousin, who was about 4 at the time, never had been in the neighborhood, and never heard this tragic story, stopped what she was doing and said, "Oh, that's where I died, isn't it?" She then resumed playing with her dolls (or whatever it was she was doing).
So I am raised Roman Catholic. My son is raised Roman Catholic. But I was dating this Muslim guy who would play prayers constantly (that were on YouTube). This particular day my boyfriend was playing a prayer that's supposed to protect you from jinn. My three year old son looked up from his colouring book said clear as day "now they will be gone for 1000 days" my boyfriend looked him dead in the eye and was like "how do you know that?" My son smiled shrugged and continued to colour.
I don't know if this is true but my boyfriend explained that if you recited that specific prayer it was supposed to banish evil spirits for 1000 days. To this day I still get chills when I think about it.
My mother was also super freaked cause I told her "daddy used to be my baby, but I drowned when he was my size." I was 4. My grandfather drowned when my dad was 4.
When she was aged around four years old my friend told her Mother, "I'm not coming back here again, Mommy, this is my last time." Her mother asked her what she meant, she said, "I will never be alive like this again, I'm not coming back here."
She is in her late forties now and is the head of a large Buddhist group.
My daughter was 3-4, she kept asking me, "Mommy, do you remember when you were little and I was big? I took good care of you, we went to the store all the time!" Then when her little brother was born she asked me if she could call him "Auggie" (pronounced Oggy), I asked her where she heard that name and she told me that she made it up.
My great grandfather passed away August 31st of 2001, she was born September 7th of 2011. My great grandfather used to take me to king soopers a few times a week and he had a dog (long before I was born) named Auggie (nick name for August) O.o Had a hard time wrapping my brain around it.
This is about my sister. We have always called her a baby genius and she has always seemed like an old soul. I remember when she was four she was playing in another room and my mom was cleaning. My sister comes into the room and asks my mom, "Have you been cleaning because it really smells like ether in here." As in the surgical anesthesia used in the civil war! I had never even heard of that word before. When we asked her how she knew the smell of ether said, "It is what we used."