Kids and Memories From Past Lives

The idea of children remembering past lives is relatively common these days. More and more books are coming out on the subject as Westerners become more comfortable with the idea of reincarnation. The innocence and remembrances of a child are often incredibly detailed making children the perfect study subjects for past lives according to Jim B. Tucker.

Jim B. Tucker, M.D. is a child psychiatrist and Bonner-Lowry Professor of Psychiatry and Neurobehavioral Sciences at the University of Virginia School of Medicine. His primary research interests are children who claim to remember previous lives and natal and prenatal memories.

I have taken several workshops on past lives regression with Master Past Life Regressionist, Psychotherapist, Dr. Brian Weiss. So I know more than a little on the subject. I have even had my own past life experiences, but the day that my grandson frantically sorted through business cards that had fallen out of a file I was carrying entirely and forever changed my thoughts on the subject adding a sense of wonder.

My husband and I had just returned home to Northeastern Pennsylvania from a holiday in Santa Fe, New Mexico and I had collected many business cards as future marketing contacts. I had stored all of them in an open file until I could get them to the office.

Of course, as expected they all fell out scattering across the floor as I walked out. My grandson, who was four years old at the time, quickly offered to help pick up the mess. All of a sudden my grandson became frantic, as we shoved the last of the cards into a bag, I was also carrying. Emotionally exclaiming that I’d put one of his cards into the bag with mine. I thought that perhaps I had, by accident gotten one of his action cards or maybe a particular toy card mixed up in my stuff. Seeing how upset he was, we both started digging through the now re-dumped pile of cards.

It was not long, but within the few minutes that it took to find the card, I could see he was visibly upset. He kept saying, “It is the one with the picture on it.” Very few had any graphics on them. So when I came across a card with a small slice of a photo, I asked, “Is this it?”

“YES!” He said excitedly and grabbed it from me staring at it in deep thought. He then went on to explain, not taking his eyes off the card, that this was where his grandfather had lived a very long time ago. His grandfather was very very old, and he had died when the roof of his room collapsed in on him.

The photo on the card that my grandson found was of the New Mexico’s, Taos Pueblo. The central part of the present day buildings were most likely constructed between 1000 and 1450 A.D and are considered to be the oldest continuously inhabited communities in the USA. Approximately 150 people still live in the Pueblo full time.

My grandson had not known where we went on vacation and certainly did not know at four years of age about the Tao’s Pueblos. He had never been there nor had he ever heard of them and really wasn’t interested in the history. All he knew at that moment was that somewhere in his memory his grandfather lived and died there. When I pressed him further, he did not seem as emotionally attached and quickly changed the subject, but did not want to give up the business card.

So are these memories from past lives? If so, what causes them?

According to Dr. Tucker, the explanation may lie in quantum physics, the belief that our physical world may come from our consciousness. It’s like the scientific law of the conservation of mass. This scientific law that state matter cannot be created or destroyed. So perhaps these molecules that make-up who we are come to us from somewhere else still holding the memory of where those molecules originated.

When we are young, these memories are fresh, but as we create more memories, these “past life”memories slowly fade away. That is until we see a picture of a faraway place that in this lifetime we’ve never been.

Maybe Dr. Tucker is correct. The first past life regression I experienced with Dr. Brian Weiss, also took me to the western part of the country. I was a very old dying medicine man lying on my bed in my round adobe style home. It had a center hole to let out smoke from the fire on the ground below. I asked my caretaker a young woman to set me up so I could watch the sunrise. As I watched the beautiful deep pinks and oranges lighten to daylight, I was at the end of my life, that life anyway.

I can’t help but see similarities in my past life experience and the spontaneous one my grandson seemed to recall, and I hope it is true that we are all and forever connected. Please, read any of Brian Weiss’ books for more information.