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The Children on the Train

It is comforting to know other people have had these experiences. I have predicted the birth of my nephew and two nieces, my Aunty's children, my cousin's first baby, and all three of my other cousins' babies. When these things happen, it's like someone asking, "What is your favorite colour?" or, "When is your birthday?" and you just definitely 100% know the answer. If you think of it, the knowledge is just there. That is what it is like when I know someone is going to have a baby—it is just there. These dreams/visions have been happening to me since I was a child.

Now, I dream of two children, first a little girl and more recently a young boy, who I believe are going to be my future children. So, as I just had a vision of these two kids, I thought I would Google about the topic and see if it happens to anyone else, as I sometimes wonder if it is real or if I am just making it up—and I came across your site.

The first time I ever had anything like this, I was about nine or ten. It was like the "trigger dream." I was on the train with all the female members of my family—Nan, aunts, cousins, Mum, but there were all these extra children with us, sitting on the floor, looking out the window with my cousin Kate who was talking to some of them. In the dream I leaned across and said to my Nan, "Who are all these children?" and she replied, "Your family, of course." I can now put a name to most of the children on the train. But sometimes when I re-dream this dream (about once a year) there are more children I do not know.

For about four years now I have had dreams of a little girl. At first she was about three but now I sometimes see her about the age of six. At first I did not think much of it, until one day my Mum told me that she'd had the strangest dream, and described the little girl, with a cleft chin, blonde crinkly hair like it had been in plaits, wearing a pink and brown cowgirl outfit. In her dream it was my child. I was like, "No way!" and told Mum she had been visiting me too. I even drew a picture of her.

It was about six months after the girl started appearing in my dreams that I met my fiancé, except I did not realise that he would be. He was a friend's younger brother, whom I would occasionally see. I did not take any notice of him as he had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend at the time. But within a few months of each other we both broke up with our partners. That's when the little boy, who had popped up occasionally, started becoming a regular feature of my dreams with his older sister. He is always younger and has thick curly blond hair and big blue eyes. A few months after this, I started noticing my friend's younger brother and we became friends and soon started going out.

He has curly hair. I started making the connection but was not sure so I asked my fiancé's Mum for baby photos of him. To my surprise, under my fiancé's beard is a cleft chin. Up until the age of about eight when his hair started to darken to the mousy brown it is now, he was blond and of course he has big blue eyes. So I now fully expect to have a boy and a girl—perhaps more I don't know about yet. We are getting married next year and I know these kids must be mine, as he has the physical features they display when I see them. Sometimes I tell my fiancé, "Last night I dreamed of our future children," and he, having heard all this before, does not bat an eyelid about it. I think we would both be very surprised, once we are married and decide to have children, if these two are not them.

I have a couple of questions about your experiences predicting other people's babies. Do your intuitions come during the pregnancies, or before? And how do you receive them—is it in dreams, waking visions, or simply a strong feeling?

It can be any one of them. Before my sister-in-law was pregnant, it was a strong feeling (I was 11 at the time), like a knowing, and I told her about three months before. With her second child, it was also a strong feeling about three months before she conceived. But with her last child, I walked around the corner and she was sitting down and for a second I could have sworn there was a little child with her, a vision. I told her and she was like, "Don't you dare say that to me, Peri!"—but then she found out she was pregnant. She would have conceived accidentally about two days before I saw her.

With my cousin Jess I was about 14 the first time as she was about 17, and I felt the knowing, and she did fall pregnant accidentally and had her first child at 18. With her second and third, I saw them both at once. I was visiting her and I turned my head and received a quick vision of her pushing the pram, which she was, but she had a child on her hip and another one at her side, boy and girl. That was about four months before she fell pregnant with the boy and about a year after that she had the girl.

On top of all this, there will often be a child in any dream I am having for up to six months before a pregnancy. Different dreams, same child, and often not having any impact on the dream. They often come chat to me, I know who they are but they are not the focus of the dream, they are just popping in to say hi. They stop being in my dreams once they are born.

So I just wanted to thank you for all the information, it is a great comfort to know I am not the only one, and the information on your page has helped me understand further about this.

Peri

Meeting a delightful grandson-to-be

Some time during the summer of 2005, I had a dream where I was at a social gathering in a large old house. I have had similar dreams in the past where I knew people there, and the next day found out a relative had passed. This was different because I recognized no one. I was sitting in a chair and a little curly-haired boy of about four came over to me. He started talking to me and his chitchat was very verbal for his age. As I left, I asked a woman, "Who is that delightful little boy?"

She gave me a strange look and said, "You don't know who he is?”

“No, I’ve never seen him before,” I answered.

She told me, "That is your grandson, Jayson.”

I had such a strong feeling about my dream that I called my daughter the following morning and told her they would be getting a baby boy. Then I forgot about it until March 21st, 2006, when my daughter got a call from her church telling her that a little boy had been born in Atlanta, and was theirs if they could get there by next morning. It was already late in the day. She and her husband left Nashville right away, checked into a hotel in Atlanta and arrived at the hospital by 8:00 A.M. The hospital made a few calls to verify that they had been cleared for adoption. (At that time, they had been married for 15 years and trying to adopt for most of that time.) They left the hospital less than two hours later with my grandson, Jayson, in their arms.

I do believe that I may have influenced his naming as I had told my daughter of the dream. By the way, my daughter's husband is Jay and she is Allison. She has asked me a few times if he looks like the child I saw. Jayson is now four years old, curly-haired as can be, with a delightful flirty personality. I have no doubt that I met my grandson before they did.

Marilynn

Soul Memory

Pre-birth communication—and memories of Pre-Existence—these are just two of the countless mysteries of the Soul. I believe they are among the most illuminating experiences to talk about and try to understand. The following account of Soul Memory is generously shared with us by a young man who still remembers "what I like to call Home."

My story starts with my Mom. When I was four, she asked my seven-year-old brother a simple question that didn’t have such a simple answer: “What is your earliest memory?” I noticed that for them, there was a limit to what they could remember. My brother could remember when he was my age, but nothing really before that; my Mom said she could barely remember when she was my brother’s age.

It amazed me, because as I thought, I remembered what I like to call Home. What is the earliest I remember is a complex question. My memory seems to be free, perhaps due to events and encounters later in my life, but even then it was just a matter of how far I wanted to go as to how much I remember. But there comes to be a distinct limit to what can be expressed in material terms, so I will start with undifferentiation. At-oneness or in oneness. I felt little, yet every feeling was with me. I didn’t feel my own feelings because they all overlapped each other. When I was called forward out of undifferentiation into a place of deciding, my feelings started to come into focus, if that makes sense. I started to feel because I left oneness, I started to forget the oneness as I became differentiated from the everything. I gained color of Identity.

I was very aware of the ONE, God, Unity, Creator, etc, but my focus was drawn to earth. I saw it in its entirety, all times all at once. At first it appeared as chaos, but overall I knew what was happening. We—because there I saw many different types of people—all knew we were being offered a body. Some thought it was a trap and never came or left early, but many of us saw love and virtue and knew that all the pain in the world was worth it just to feel that powerful love. At that point the decision was made and I was on my way. I felt like I was falling to earth and the new sensations were so intense that I started even then to forget the before. When I was in the womb I remember angels or blue and white spirits telling me to remember why exactly I came and to avoid being distracted by all the new sensations. They told me I would eventually fall away like everyone else; I said no. But as my life unfolded I of course did just that. The womb was great, and love was just being felt. I remember being so distracted by the feeling of Mother that I forgot to breathe a few times and when I went to breathe again I didn’t know how. It was strange fighting my body, it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Birth was so harsh on every level, bright stinging lights, the cold, cold air on my skin, and my first breath felt like fire in my lungs. I didn’t know if I would make it through the night. It was infinitely harder than I had thought it would be. Slowly, over time, distractions replaced memories—until my Mom asked the question. Then I learned how to always remember. And since then I have had many other things happen, including OBE's, but that’s the gist of my Pre Birth Experience. Thank you for letting me share.

Salem Temple

This energy was here to help me

At the time I became pregnant with my daughter, I was in a terrible state. I was suicidal and had suffered a mental breakdown. (I had no suspicion that I might be pregnant.) One day I was sitting at the dining room table, letting my thoughts drift about how to kill myself. I believed that this was a good thing to do. I had endured enough. I didn't have the strength to fight my way out of my life's troubles; they were bigger than me. I felt all the lights go out of my being.

While I was sitting there, everything went dark. I saw myself in a huge black void and near me was a set of lights, all broken down into little versions of what had once been the whole. They were sticky yellow, like old candles that had burnt low, with each holding a small flickering light, so weak and sickly that they were fluttering in this void. I looked at this terrible sight; it wasn't just my soul but my energy, my hope, my belief in life. Everything. The void was black and empty. It was also very alive in its emptiness, sentient but not communicating. Apart from this silent sentience, I was the only living thing there; there was nothing else. This was my space, and to the depths of stretching my eyes it was nothing but blackness. The only light was the light from my tallow candles.

After a long while, far away a bright white light shone. It was so white and it quietly thundered into the blackness an enigmatic energy. It was a usurper, and I knew it. (I was aware that this was my space and nothing else should be in it. I felt that someone was using my space as theirs—they had their own space but were no longer there; they had just moved into mine.)

I floated over to it. As I came close the light radiated. It was coming from what can only be thought of as a lantern of the most fragile glass, hugely complex. It was hovering and so very alive. Inside the lantern you could see an enormous range of colors like watercolor wisps floating about. I could sense it was friendly. I didn't hear voices or anything, I just knew that this energy was here to help me and that as my energy had all gone, I could borrow the energy from this bright light. It was simply the most wonderful thing I've ever seen. It is not possible to describe the goodness or beauty of this thing.

The images faded and I was back in the kitchen. I became aware that I was no longer alone and that help was being proffered if I would use it. I knew I was pregnant and that my child was letting me know that they were there and that they would share their light with me. At first I didn't believe it. I thought it was just a bizarre vision, but I did a pregnancy test and was pregnant. I booked an appointment, and you should have seen the doctor's face when he asked me how late I was and I said I'm not late— I'm due today but I've been pregnant for nearly two weeks!

I was under a lot of pressure to have an abortion and I was still suffering suicidal levels of depression and despair. But I did feel this energy. When I was five and a half weeks pregnant I went into hospital for the first of many times during the pregnancy. The nurse said don't worry if you don't see anything! But we did, a large black dot, with a white dot in the middle and it was pulsing. The nurse was excited and said it was the baby's heart beating. The egg sack was only a tiny 7mm by 3mm and she was inside that. This gave me the strength to refuse the abortion. She was very much alive.

I really did use her energy. Without her energy I wouldn't have made it through the pregnancy. I have sacrificed for her but I've been privileged to love her and this is the most remarkable sensation. She still is literally the light of my life.

Name withheld by request

There is a sequel to this story ~ "A Sense of Loss" ~ which you can find at Rainbow Letters.

"Mommy, it is time for you to wake up"

Thank you for creating such a beautiful website. I have an interesting story which I would like to share with you.

In 2005, I was going through a very difficult time. I was recovering from not only a difficult and abusive divorce, but also from a challenging illness. During that time, I was upset because I thought that I would be unable to have children, due to my age (36 years) and illness. On the day that my first communication happened, I was lying in bed after crying myself to sleep from all of the stress. I had talked myself into believing that I would never find love again and my life was going to be just this—illness and isolation.

At around 3:00 a.m., I felt a tap on my shoulder (like someone was trying to wake me up from sleep). I thought to myself, "Gee, this is weird, I live by myself." I chose not to open my eyes and just try to get back to sleep. Again, I felt a very significant tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a very little dark-haired girl standing next to my bed. She was beautiful. I recognized her right away as my child. It felt like at that moment, there was no such thing as time and everything blended into one.

One thing really stuck out about this little girl. She seemed to be of a mixed race (I am southern Italian) but I just could not tell what type of mix. She had my tiny frame and my bone structure and cheek bones, but her skin color was dark and her eyes were almond shaped. She appeared almost Asian. It did not make sense to me.

The little girl said to me, "Mommy, it is time for you to wake up now."
I responded, "Honey, what is your name?"
She looked at me kind of confused and said, "Star."

This dream or visit or whatever you wish to call it frightened me so much and I never forgot it. Every day I looked around for that little girl. A year passed and my divorce became final, I started to regain my health and I even started dating again. My best friend at the time suggested that I try internet dating. I was so apprehensive and jaded from my past relationship, but I decided to give it a shot.

I decided to meet a gentleman who had sent me a few emails through the internet dating service. I did not know what he looked like, just a few key personality points. The date was perfect. We spent ten hours together, just talking. By the end of the evening, we were discussing his parents, who live in Hong Kong and who were coming to visit the following week, and whether I wanted to join them for dinner. I asked him what his father's name was and he said it in Cantonese. I asked him what his mother's name was, and again he said it in his native Cantonese. I thought that his mother's name was so beautiful, so I asked him what was the translation of her name. He replied, "Star," and then he said, "I always thought that I would have a little girl and name her Star."

At that moment, I was terrified. I took a closer look at my date's features, and now the little mixed-race girl that I saw in my dream made sense. This man had her skin color and almond eyes!

Needless to say, we were married in 2008. Immediately after the wedding we tried to have a child; an entire year and a half passed but I just could not get pregnant. I was so frustrated and disappointed. To ease our frustrations, we decided to take a trip to Santa Fe. While we were touring a very old historic church, I heard a voice that said, "Congratulations, it is done." I felt such a feeling of peace that came over me; I cannot even describe it. After we returned from Santa Fe, I discovered that we had conceived on the exact date that we visited the church. We just recently found out that we are expecting a little girl.

I still have a way to go—I am not due until July—but all of this does make for an incredible story. I do think that the spirit of my little girl came to comfort me and let me know that it was time for me to "wake up" and recover from my illness and learn to love again after a divorce. I think that her communication was the catalyst that gave me hope and the courage to start living the life that I have now. I am humbled by my experience.

(All names have been changed at the contributor's request)

"Mom, I'm coming back"

When I was a teenager, I made the gut-wrenching decision to have an abortion. When I was 25, I gave birth to my cherished son, Zachary.

When Zachary was approaching 20, I told him about the time when I chose the abortion, and he very matter-of-factly said: "That was me, Mom, but I came back; I had no problem waiting for you to be ready."

Fast forward to 2007, and my beloved Zachary, at age 29, passed away from an infection he contracted in the hospital while he was struggling with a serious illness. It has been nearly three years since he "graduated," and he has contacted me many times. In his contacts with me through dreams, he usually appears to me as a child of about three years old.

About six months ago, I had a dream where Zachary came to me as a child, sat on my lap and cuddled with me for a while before whispering in my ear: "Mom, I'm coming back, and you and Steve (Zach's step-dad) are going to be my parents." I sensed that he was very excited about this. I was excited too, but apprehensive, because my husband and I are now approaching 60 years of age. I told Zachary in the dream that I didn't know how we could be his parents because of our age, and he said: "Just wait... you'll see."

Upon awakening, I told my husband about the dream. The dream seemed so vivid and real and so literal, but we figured it must have been symbolic in some way and we didn't know what to think of it.

Several months later, I went to see a psychic medium and she connected with Zach in such a way that I knew he was present. At one point in the reading, the psychic opened her eyes, looked right at me, and in an excited voice, she said: "You know he's coming back? From what I'm getting, it looks like he will be back here in four or five years." She seemed surprised by this information, and told me that souls usually don't come back so soon after their departure. She said that Zachary was running around the spirit world like a child, and was clear of all the issues of his previous life and ready to come back.

Now, I really don't know what to think. The visit to the psychic was definitely confirmation of the previous message of my dream. I guess only time will tell what all of this means. But for now, I'm just very happy that I continue to have contact with him.

Because Zach went into the hospital on New Year's Day three years ago and never came back home again before his death, I have a hard time at this time of year. On December 28th, when I was feeling especially sad and struggling with my emotions, I had another dream:

Zach came to me as his adult self and he had a necklace with a beautiful stone. The stone was cloudy white on one end and pink on the other, and it had a rose embedded on its side. Zachary asked me if I knew the healing properties of crystals because there was something concerning the heart that he needed to heal. I told him I had read a book about crystals and didn't know a tremendous amount, but I knew they were supposed to be powerful. Zach had the necklace around his neck, and he made sure that I noticed that the stone lay directly over his heart.

When I woke up, I thought that the stone he had was probably a rose quartz crystal, and I decided I would look up its significance. The parts that really spoke to me are as follows:

Rose quartz is an excellent heart-healing gemstone...gives comfort to anyone whose heart has been wounded...Promotes forgiveness, offers inner peace...(etc)

I went to a shop nearby to look at rose quartz. When I was looking at the array of stones, one in particular seemed to jump out and grab my attention. When I picked it up and turned it around in my hand to inspect it, I noticed that one end was cloudy white, and the other end was clear pink and I could see right into the middle of the stone. I bought it and have been wearing it over my heart. I have been feeling a subtle emotional shifting over the past week, like I am finally releasing the sadness and becoming lighter and more balanced.

Sorry to hit you with so much information, but I am bubbling over with the joy that comes from this continued communication, and it feels good to find a place where it might be shared and could perhaps be helpful for someone else.

Jennifer B.

"If I am a boy...?"

I already have two children, boys ages six and four years old. I never experienced anything with them pre-birth or pre-conception, although with the first child I had a strong premonition that I was pregnant, and that it was a boy. I realized at that time, that there was more than meets the eye when it comes to the business of creating life. I was young then, and I've spent the last seven years researching and learning about many things spiritual and other-worldly. My husband and I would "say" that we were done having children, but a voice in my head always told me "there are more to come." Even as a young child, I always dreamt of having four children.

This past year, as my children have grown older, the desire for another child has been strong. My husband and I have an incessant need to have a daughter, but we held off conceiving for fear that we would have another boy and be disappointed. We would not conceive until we could make peace with our chances. But something unique and amazing was happening. I started counting three of everything—three children in the back seat, three kids' plates at the dinner table, three children swimming in the pool. Even when my children were not with me, I felt the presence of a child. After some time, I realized that I was being summoned. The desire to become pregnant seemed to get stronger and stronger by the month, but I was still wanting that baby girl.

One night, over a month ago, I was sitting up alone, late at night. My family was in bed, and I was completely and totally "surrounded" by a strong presence. This was during ovulation, and my husband and I had the chance to conceive earlier that evening. Afterwards, the presence was so strong, as if asking me if now was the time. I still could not commit. I felt strange having the feelings I was having, and I went to bed. I woke up in a cold sweat that night, and looked around my dark room. I still felt the presence, as though it were staring right through me. A voice popped into my head that said, "If I am a boy, will you still love me?" I said out loud into the darkness, "Of course. Of course I will." Peace settled over me and I fell back asleep.

Ten days later I found out I was pregnant. I am seven weeks along now and although we don't know the sex of our baby, I have a strong feeling that I am carrying my daughter. I believe in my heart that she would not come to us until I made peace with the boy/girl issue—so that I would not love her only BECAUSE she is a girl. And of course we will love this baby the same as our other children. But the baby is taking all of my energy—I think we've created a "star child."

And that's my story—it has truly been one of the most intense, amazing things that has ever happened to me. And I've stopped counting three of everything!

Jessica

"You will be our Mom"

I discovered your website today and would like to share my story. This week my youngest daughter Katie made the decision to have her first child with her husband Patrick and it brought back the memories I am about to share.

In 1991 I began having spontaneous flashbacks of unrelentingly brutal repressed childhood abuse. At the time the flashbacks started, my daughters were 14 and 10 years old. In the midst of uncovering over 15 years of experiences I had totally blocked out (but which gave context to me about why my life was as it was in so many ways), I had the recall of a near death experience as a young girl in my childhood bed having been brutally abused by my mother. I experienced this as being up in the corner looking down on my body saying, "You can't make me go back, I will not go back, I can't go back, I don't want to go back," as I looked down on the little girl's battered body.

Just at the point when I was ready to give up the fight as this 11 year old little girl's soul who would rather die than continue to live like this, two beautiful angelic looking beings came forward (and at the time I was experiencing this recall I knew immediately they were my then 14 and 10 year old daughters). One of them (my youngest, Katie) walked up to me and said, "I know that you are afraid that what they have done to you means you will not be able to have children, but I am here to tell you that you will have two daughters and you will be our Mom."

The day Katie was born, ten years before the flashback memories, and I held her for the first time, I remember thinking that an angel had just come to give me a reason to want to live, and during the flashbacks I discovered that was true.

Katie's senior year in high school she invited me to a presentation on the person she admired most, which she chose to be me. After a heartwarming, tender, and honoring presentation, she ended with, "I know some people believe that you can pick your friends but not your family, but somehow, some way, I know God let me choose you to be my Mom."

When she was 18 I told her about the abuse and the role she and her sister played in my staying alive and moving forward in my life. Now to anticipate Katie becoming a mother is the most unbelievable experience for me.

Pat

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