Your True
Tales
January 2004
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Lapse into a Past
Life
by Jennifer C.
My older sister is 14 years my senior, so she has a good memory. When I was small, we had a large front yard with elm trees and one walnut that has been there since I can remember. It's an old, gnarled thing. We had a porch swing that hung between the two. I loved swinging, so my mother would make my sister swing me in it.
One day while she was swinging me, she said my head fell forward just like I had fallen asleep. All of a sudden I looked up at her and told her to lay my yellow and white ball gown out. She said I didn't have a yellow and white ball gown, and it dawned on her I was speaking as plainly as two adults. She, over a period of time, established a time line and to whom she was speaking. I told her my name was Elizabeth Bell or Belle, it was 1818 and I lived in a large white house with columns on the front. I continued to describe the inside of the home.
My mother told my sister to stop what she was doing because she had no idea what forces she was playing with. My sister made one other note: the whole time this was happening (it happened over a two week period), the swing always swung by itself.
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