"...Exactly As I Had Seen Her"

I kind of didn't think much of this—it didn't feel like anything unusual or odd—it just felt like a totally natural, real moment.

I then spent many years, after the birth of my son, wanting another child, but although things did not line up for this to happen quickly, I knew I was going to have another daughter. I had a calm feeling of certainty. I bought a beautiful red fur coat for her about two years before her birth, and kept it in the wardrobe. I was so certain of her coming, I bought her some wellies, as well!

When I met the father of my daughter, I had a very strong feeling about him. We were together very closely for four months before our daughter's conception. About two months before she was conceived, I had a similar "vision" of her as I had had of my other daughter. This time I saw our daughter flash between us, as we were lying together. It was exactly her. Her spirit. Her appearance. Her eyes. Her hair. Totally 100% her, and only her. I was again mildly surprised but at the same time it felt totally natural.

When she was conceived, within seven days or so I was certain she was there. And I knew she was a girl. And I could see very clearly that she had jumped into life—it was a feeling that she had been waiting as you do for a ski lift, or something to come around, and she had jumped, as off a springboard, on to life as it went round—that was a very clear feeling and image. And she had used all of her strength to make this leap of total faith and hope.

I knew she was a girl, in the same way that I had known my son was a boy. I knew and was certain, and with both of them, when they confirmed that at the scans it just felt like a fact I had always known. When my daughter was born, it was almost a shock to me that she was exactly as I had seen her. Incidentally, my son was very blond, as my first husband was blond, but my daughter is dark, with second partner, so it was a departure—she was very dark-haired, with perfect little dark eyebrows!

And, after her birth, when I lay down on the ward, I saw another child—a little boy, aged about four or five, with blond hair and green eyes, standing at the bottom of the bed. He also looked slightly forlorn. I presumed this little boy was who will be my next child, but actually, thinking aloud as I write this, it is true that about six years prior to the birth of my daughter, I had a strange almost-pregnancy—really a failed implantation, with a spontaneous miscarriage at about 56 days.

So there we are. Without any information at all, I have come upon my own theory of life before birth, completely on my own. And now I look on the internet and see I am not the only one to have come up with this!!

Natasia

"You're GOING to be my mommy!"

For twenty years I have kept this experience to myself, afraid that people would call me crazy. The only crazy thing about my experience, though, was that I was only seven years old. I was an only child, I had never met my father. I was being raised by my mother and grandparents who all worked long hours and I spent a lot of time by myself every day asking God to give me my own family one day so that I wouldn't have to be alone anymore.

One night I was in a sleep-like state on my back when this glowing human-shaped apparition began to speak to me as it hovered over my face. It was a beautiful little Spanish boy and he said, "Hi Mom, I just wanted to see you!" I said, "Who are you? I'm not old enough to be a mom!" He chuckled at what I said and then came the most astounding words... he said, "You're GOING to be my mommy when you are older," and he just said it so matter-of-factly. As soon as he left me I woke up with the HUGEST smile on my face because I knew that I had something very special in store for me.

Anastasio was born August 2009.

Cassandra Howell

Blue like Heaven

My name is Naneth, I'm Peruvian, I have two Brazilian daughters, and now we live in Namibia. After I had my second child, I knew that my family was not completed yet. I have this feeling that there's someone missing.

When my second girl was around two, I started to have dreams of a baby boy and I knew it was my son. The dreams were so real that when I woke up I missed him so much that sometimes I've cried. It was very difficult to have him at that moment in my life, because my husband used to travel a lot, I was alone (my whole family lives in Peru) and I had my five and two year old daughters. A friend of mine told me to talk to him, to wait until it is time. And I did it, by talking, praying, etc. Suddenly I stopped dreaming about him.

After almost three years the dreams began again. He is coming in my dreams again, I breastfeed him, sometimes he is in my arms and I hug him. Last week I had the most amazing dream. There was a beautiful angelic blonde woman on a flowered swing, playing a guitar and singing this lovely song. I can't remember the lyrics but in my dream I was singing with her in my mind. She was wearing a light blue tunic, and most of this place was colored by light blue and lights. And what I remember is something like... "It feels like blue" (or something about blue, but not blue like sad, but blue like heaven, peace, boy). That's what I understood. It was so real, that I thought my husband was watching a music channel on TV. I jumped, and realized I had a dream. So perfect, so real.

But I knew there was something else, and I couldn't remember, and I started to ask in my mind to this angelic woman to explain it again; I couldn't remember the message.

Two days later coincidentally I was reading Carol Bowman's Return from Heaven and I started to read this part about the communication when people are about to die or to be born, and it mentioned your name and your book, Soul Trek: Meeting Our Children on the Way to Birth. Then I had this strong feeling and mental communication that the dream I had was news of my baby boy coming.  I understood so perfectly that I cried with happiness; now I understand the color blue and the whole dream.

And because nobody believes, I'd like to share my experience with you. Thanks so much for listening!

Naneth

You can read about Carol Bowman's excellent book Return From Heaven: Beloved Relatives Reincarnated Within Your Family in the Treasury of Resources. Click there on "Clues From Hypnosis and Other Sources" then scroll down.

A Child's Past Life Memories

This story comes from Sue J., who shared some amazing grandparent connections a few years ago, now available as an article on this website. For more information about the subject of this letter, see Carol Bowman's wonderful books, Children's Past Lives and Return From Heaven. The late Dr. Ian Stevenson did extensive research on birthmarks and past life memories.

Hi, How are you?  I hope you're doing well.  I'm feeling better than I have for years and doing even better than I could have hoped for.  I believe I will really be able enjoy the grandkids even more, now.  Which brings me to what I wanted to tell you.  We have had quite a little to do involving my grandson, Gabe. 

Gabe is the son of my daughter, Katie, who had such a hard time conceiving and then keeping a pregnancy.  She had several miscarriages and saw several specialists.  She was taking fertility drugs, being artificially inseminated, and then on hormones to try to keep the pregnancy, if she got pregnant.  It was very expensive and nerve-shattering.  She had decided to quit trying and had resigned herself to being "the favorite aunt." They had refinanced their home, taken out a home equity loan, and maxed out their credit card and she thought the trauma just wasn't worth the expense. I just felt that she had to try one more time, so her dad and I told her if she wanted to try just once more, we would pay for it.  And that's how we got Gabe. 

Shortly after Gabe was born, I was helping bathe and dress him and I noticed his birthmark.  He had what appeared to be a bullet hole on his chest just under his left nipple, where you would aim if you wanted to shoot someone in the heart.  I commented to Katie about it and we agreed that it looked like a bullet wound that was starting to heal, but still raw.  I made the comment that he must have been shot in a previous life.  I don't think Katie is really "into" my belief, but she doesn't argue with it either. 

As Gabe has grown up (he's almost 4 now) we noticed he had some issues.  He had really bad anger problems.  If he got hurt or didn't get his way, he had to hit something (or someone) or throw something.  He had a very big issue with men.  He didn't seem able to be even friendly with them, let alone loving.  And he was extremely protective and sensitive toward the women in his life.

So, several weeks ago Katie and I were on our way to Champaign, Illinois, to see the newest addition to the family.  Gabe was in his car seat in the backseat chattering away about this and that.  Suddenly he got very serious and said, "Mommy, do you know what?"  Katie, of course, said no, what.  And he said, "One time my daddy killed my mommy and I was very sad and cried. And then he killed me, too."  Katie assured him that his daddy would never do anything like that and nobody was going to die, etc.  I stupidly sat there like a lump not realizing until that evening what was happening.  When I did realize it, I called Katie and told her what I thought had happened.  Since then we've watched Gabe change into a much happier child.  Just remembering it that once has been so great for him.  His anger issues have subsided so much that even the pre-school people have commented.  Plus, he's really enjoying being around the other kids, calls them by name and plays nicely, he pretty much ignored them as much as possible before.  He also is friendly to his papaw (my husband) which he wasn't before and in general is doing better with men.  He is still protective of his women, but that might not really be a bad thing.

Then, on one of the first really warm nice days this spring, he and I were sitting in the porch swing and talking.  I told him how I had sat there with his cousin Elli one night and she had fallen asleep in a blanket on my lap.  We went on swinging and talking and finally he laid his head down, so I asked him if he wanted a blanket, which he did.  I got the "snuggly" blanket the kids use for their naps and wrapped him up and he lay down again.  Then, he sat back up and said, "Grammie, do you remember when I was born and just a little baby and you wrapped me up all snuggly and held me and held me, but I died?"  I told him, "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I don't remember."  He said that was okay, lay back down and went to sleep with his head on my lap.  That night I had a dream about a former life in the old West where that incident happened, so now I do remember in case he ever mentions it again.  His parents were American Indians and I was a friend helping with the birth.  Again, just the remembering and telling seems to have helped him heal.  At this point, even the birthmark seems to be shrinking.

Well, I thought you might like to hear this story.  This is, of course, the Reader's Digest version, but all the main points are there.

`                Sue

"All of a sudden... I saw a little girl"

I think that I may have seen my daughter that I haven't even conceived yet. I read a link on the internet about this, and thought I would share with you.

It was sometime in the spring of 1994. My husband and I were out to dinner. It was probably our second or third month of dating back then. We were sitting across from each other, holding hands across the table. We were both completely silent, just staring at each other and smiling at one another.

All of a sudden, in my peripheral vision, I saw a little girl, no more than three years old, sitting beside him in the booth. I can remember what she was wearing, it was so vivid. I turned my head from his stare, and was now staring into her sweet little face. She had dark brown curly hair and big hazel eyes. She just stared back at me smiling. It lasted for about three minutes. I looked back at my husband, and then looked back at her, and she was still there! I couldn't speak!! I closed my eyes for a few seconds, to try to take it all in, and when I opened my eyes, she was gone.

I remember thinking to myself, is this my future daughter, is this OUR future daughter? And as I was thinking this question in my mind, I looked back at my husband, and out of the blue he said out loud, "Yes." I said, "Huh? Why did you just say yes?" and his response was, "I don't know, I just felt this overwhelming sense to say yes to you!" Well, I was in total shock! I couldn't believe this moment! Of course I didn't tell him for YEARS what I saw because I thought he would think I was crazy. We had barely started dating! But the rest of the evening, in that restaurant, I kept looking to his right, yearning to see her there again.

When I finally told my husband a few years later, he laughed and then told me that he had also had visions of a baby girl long before he ever met me! He had visions of himself holding a newborn baby in his arms, and in his mind he knew it was his future daughter.

It is now 2011 and we have been married for over ten years. We have been struggling with infertility for the entire time. I finally got pregnant with the help of artificial insemination last September, only to miscarry on November 29, 2010. It has been so difficult for us, emotionally and physically. I will be forty years old next month, but I refuse to give up! We both know that we saw our daughter, and that is what keeps us going back to the fertility doctor every month when the prior insemination doesn't work. I will never stop trying to help her get here!

This is the first time I have ever shared this story with anyone besides my husband, for fear people will think I'm crazy. Thank you for sharing on the internet, and giving me even more hope and faith that I saw my daughter!

Darcy

Pre-Birth Communication: A Father's Story

Our third child came to us unexpectedly and somewhat late. We already had two children—both teenagers by now—and a third was not on anyone's radar. We thought we were done having children and had even started talking about what we would do in "6 years" when the youngest left home.

A few months later my wife started having medical problems and was gaining weight suddenly. She saw a doctor but pregnancy was the LAST thing on anyone's mind—you see, I had had a vasectomy more than eight years prior. Finally I convinced her to get a home pregnancy test and on her 40th birthday we discovered that she was indeed pregnant. At first this was shocking news. A baby? At her age? How was this possible? I even accused her of cheating on me—which she adamantly denied. I called a Urologist and asked how could this happen after eight years? She asked me if I had completed the sperm tests after the vasectomy and well, no I hadn't. They had seemed so unnecessary at the time. She explained to me that the vas can grow back together and without that testing there was no way of knowing.

We finally accepted the fact that we were going to have another baby. We told the other kids and they were excited. My wife was terrified of giving birth at her age. I tried to reassure her but inside I had misgivings of my own—my own mother almost died from massive hemorrhaging (actually she was clinically dead for nearly five minutes before they revived her) giving birth to me, but I kept my own fears in check so as not to add to hers.

One night while lying in bed before going to sleep, my wife was already sleeping but I was just lying there with one hand on her belly softly caressing the small but growing "bump"  when I DISTINCTLY and CLEARLY heard a feminine voice say "you have gentle hands." I did not hear the voice with my ears but it was just as clear as if I had. The feeling that accompanied the voice was overwhelming LOVE and brought tears to my eyes. Because of this female voice I was absolutely convinced that the baby was a girl. I had accurately predicted the sex of both of our other children—based on pre-conception dreams—so this time I thought I was right again. The ultrasound was inconclusive, but after seeing the results of the amniocentesis I finally had to concede that it was indeed a boy. I was actually looking forward to having another little girl, but it really didn't matter to me—another boy would still be more than welcome.

His differences continued. Up until around six months of age or so I would often catch him looking—focusing and tracking with his eyes—at things that were not there. Even smiling and interacting. It was actually kinda eerie. He was slow to develop physically at first. Small body but very large head (during birth he got stuck in the birth canal for several very tense minutes. The nurse—a friend—even said, "Yup, he has Rob's head!"), his physical development was nearly two months behind "average," but his mental development was advanced. He still was observant and aware and very, very, uncommonly happy. This baby was always smiling (aside from a few months of extreme colic in the beginning)—a blessing for us to be sure. He is also physically beautiful. Blonde—almost white—hair, blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. We get comments from perfect strangers whenever we take him out—"Oh what a beautiful baby!" Exactly what you'd expect from an angel I guess.

The lights I saw in my "vision" that night pre-conception? I am convinced that they were the souls that all wanted to be part of our family but only one could be—the one who was meant for us and us for him.

Rob