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re: Toddlers revealing Past Lives
Posted on 9/19/18 at 7:31 am to Eli Goldfinger
Posted on 9/19/18 at 7:31 am to Eli Goldfinger
They hear shite and repeat it. Tv, family members. It's not some past life they are remembering.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 7:49 am to wahoocs
My wife knows the family. Pretty freaky stuff. Kid knew a lot of details. He eventually grew out of it. I think it started with him seeing a model of a plane and saying that was what he flew.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:02 am to deeprig9
My friend's little sister, at similar age, used to say, "When I'm a baby again..." insert whatever she thought she was going to do upon reincarnation.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:06 am to deeprig9
My kid would always talk about living in a monastery in the mountains and giving speeches and when he was like 3 these Chinese people came to our house and tried to take him to Tibet or some shite lol
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:07 am to deeprig9
When he starts moving items with his mind, make sure you post videos here?
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:09 am to buffbraz
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Rhetorical questions.
Evolution (eta sorry meant Reincarnation) has nothing to do with biological evolution. It's just metaphysical speculation and therefore doesn't operating within our perceived dimension.
That said, it doesn't make any sense from any perspective. And I get what you're saying. Did humans start reincarnating only after gaining a certain level of consciousness? Did individual mitochandria reincarnate?
Maybe reincarnation is really just a primitive form of natural selection and gene mutation.
Maybe it's just bullshite.
This post was edited on 9/19/18 at 8:13 am
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:15 am to wahoocs
quote:This was a really neat story. If I'm not mistaken, the fighter pilot who died in WWII had a sister that was still living. The sister and the child actually met.
Look up Soul Survivor
Local kid that was a fighter pilot that died in WWII
Knew names of squadron members, planes, and Navy ship he was on before he knew how to spell his name
I usually call BS on stuff like this, but I know people who know the family and story is compelling.
edit: Just saw the link on the 1st page, that's the story I was referring too. AMAZING story!!!
This post was edited on 9/19/18 at 8:36 am
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:21 am to deeprig9
A; your 24 year old is not a toddler.
B:
B:
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:27 am to deeprig9
Where's the "the other 'baby sleep walks' thread from yesterday got me thinking of this...." disclaimer?
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:27 am to DavidTheGnome
It's so creepy when you wake up and your child is staring at the monitor camera in night vision.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:28 am to deeprig9
Did you or your wife have a dog like that when you were 16? Or maybe one of your parents? Some scientists believe that it may be possible to pass on memories via DNA. He could be recalling the memory of a family member that's been passed down, which would also explain some of the other similar incidents mentioned in the thread.
LINK
LINK
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:39 am to TallMan
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Did you or your wife have a dog like that when you were 16? Or maybe one of your parents? Some scientists believe that it may be possible to pass on memories via DNA. He could be recalling the memory of a family member that's been passed down, which would also explain some of the other similar incidents mentioned in the thread.
LINK
From the article: "A Nature Neuroscience study shows mice trained to avoid a smell passed their aversion on to their "grandchildren"."
Doesn't that more or less explain the "natural instinct" of animals? Memories of eating that poison berry or getting killed by that predator that are passed down from generation to generation, in turn leading future generations to avoid that threat instinctively? Since humans are animals as well, isn't it possible this phenomena also applies to us?
This post was edited on 9/19/18 at 8:47 am
Posted on 9/19/18 at 8:40 am to TallMan
I remember conquering England in 1066.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:05 am to pigpickin
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Doesn't that more or less explain the "natural instinct" of animals? Memories of eating that poison berry or getting killed by that predator that are passed down from generation to generation, in turn leading future generations to avoid that threat instinctively?
It could account for non-fatal traumatic events. Death precludes the passing on of DNA, so an event that caused death would not be present in the memories of offspring.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:08 am to deeprig9
You too ? Weird. My kid said at 18 months “ goo goo ga ga - when the fuk are you taking me to Disney like my last OT parents did ? “
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:13 am to G2160
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Toddlers say goofy shite that doesn’t make sense all of the time.
Exactly. Don't need harvard studies to tell ya that.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:24 am to el Gaucho
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My kid would always talk about living in a monastery in the mountains and giving speeches and when he was like 3 these Chinese people came to our house and tried to take him to Tibet or some shite lol
Can you elaborate? Or is this story bullshite?
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:34 am to Farkwad
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Yes, I saw my little son channeling my thoughts and acting upon them.
There goes his shot at being a Supreme Court Justice.
This post was edited on 9/19/18 at 9:39 am
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:36 am to deathvalleyfreak43
quote:
He’s probably just autistic
Is it bad I laughed at this...?
Posted on 9/19/18 at 9:39 am to crash1211
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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