August 2005 Page 28
I am 16 years old. I live in Western Washington state. I am writing this because recently I have become more and more fascinated with past lives, and other phenomena of that sort. I never really believed in the possibility of having a past life, completely, but since reading a few books on it, and having conversations with my mom, I am starting to question whether or not they are possible.
I have always known that my mom is psychic When I was little, she used to say things would happen before they did. One night, when she was about 11, she had a dream that she was in her great-grandmother's house with her papa and his two sisters, while they stood around her grandma's bed. She was dying and they were with her. She said that in her dream, she looked at the old clock and it said 12:25. She woke up in hysterics because she knew great-grandma had just died. My grandma didn't believe her and said it was a nightmare, and if something did happen, she would come get her from school that day, but to just "calm down." Needless to say, that day everything went fine and my mom felt better.
Maybe it was "just a dream." Then, when she got home, her aunt and uncle came to pick her up. When they walked in the door, she said, "It's grandma, isn't it?" They were baffled, and said yes, she died early this morning at about 12:25."
So ever since then, she has been more and more in touch with her abilities. She always told me that when she was little, she had memories and dreams of dying in the holocaust. When they would study it as kids in school, she would get so emotional she would have to leave. People thought she was weird and being over-dramatic and stuff. It didn't occur to me that it was obvious she was having memories of her past life... until a few days ago.
I was asking her about my
nanny, (the psychic) and what she told my mom. She said that she told her, "You
died young, a horrible, and horrific death." My mom was kind of freaked
out, but didn't really think much of it. Then the other day, I asked her about
when she was my age, what she thought she would be doing by the time she was
35. Her answer still gives me the shivers. She said, very casually, " I
never thought I would live to be thirty-five." I of course freaked the
heck out, and said, "What? What do you mean?"
She reassured me, and told me not to worry, nothing was ever wrong with her health or anything, (physical or mental), it's just that from the time she could remember, she knew, or had memories of dying very young.
A lot of weird coincidences and things that made me shake my head. For instance, our family is Norwegian. Our family comes from Oslo, and I have always been fascinated by the country. On my dad's side, I am German, though, almost half. One day I was talking about what language to study in school: sign language, Spanish or German. I started speaking a few words, greetings, and please and thank you and stuff. All of a sudden, my mom yelled, "Stop it! Don't say that in front of me!" I was again baffled and asked her why. I was kind of annoyed and made some smart comment to her, like, "What, do you not like Germans or something?" She was mad now, and visibly shaken. She said, "No, it's not that, it's just that from the time I can ever remember hearing the German language, it has really scared me. I don't like hearing it, I never have. I must have had a bad experience with it. It might be my past life or something."
Then she told me about when she was little, she begged her mom to take her to see the Holocaust Museum when it came to Seattle. She said she met this old woman from Poland; a survivor. When they saw each other, they immediately started balling, and through their tears the old woman said to her, "I'm so glad you remember. Don't ever forget." When she told me that, I unmistakably knew, without a doubt, that my mother died in a concentration camp, during the Holocaust, in her past life.
After that, I ran upstairs after reading this book about how a mother and daughter all of a sudden started speaking 17th century French, and both had memories of dying in France during medieval times.
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