Earliest Memories

[Innocent Warrior]

I was recalling one of my earliest memories and ended up marvelling at my state of being as a young child. As a child, I was having a telepathic conversation with a tiger and thought nothing of it. I didn't stop and reflect and think to myself, oh wait up, is this really happening, am I really talking to a tiger? I had no doubts, not even an awareness of it, I just did it and I never challenged the reality of it. I noticed that recalling childhood memories is a great exercise in re-experiencing and being reminded of our true nature and natural abilities.

So I got to thinking, wouldn't it be cool to be able to hear about the earliest memories of Avalonians, imagine what they'd come out with! I imagine there is a number of Avalonians who can even remember events from before they were born. So I started this thread for anyone who would like to share any of their earliest memories, as I mentioned, it's a great exercise and it would be fun to read them.

I can't remember any previous lives, although I do remember dying, from another life. I do have a memory of discovering my foot and having a good chew on it when I was a baby, but it's vague, so I'll write about my earliest vivid memory.

I was three years old and I was walking through the zoo in Melbourne. I was holding my mum's hand and plodding along when I saw it, a tiger! I immediately lit up and got excited. The tiger was like a superstar to me and I couldn't believe my luck! He was in an enclosure with nothing more than a tall chain wire fence between him and the public. I stood in awe and watched the tiger as it paced back and forth, along the fence.

Mum had stopped about five metres away from the fence and there were other people there who were all standing roughly the same distance away from the fence, but this was my chance to be with a tiger, to get up close and personal, so I wanted to run up to the fence and be close to him, maybe even touch him.

It quickly became apparent the tiger was very angry and that he didn't want me to come any closer, his energy was palpable. He was angry because he was caged in the zoo and he kept his eyes locked to mine as he paced back and forth. I said to him, with my mind, "it's me, I won't hurt you, let me come close". The tiger continued to pace, our eyes still locked.

I stood there watching and thought, I'll just wait here, he might calm down and I can go to him then. He replied with a visual of him bursting through the fence and an energy that sent me an unmistakable reply, "If you take one step closer, I will tear through this fence and tear you to pieces". The energy he sent was full of rage and it shot a wave of fear throughout my body. Almost immediately after that, my mum tugged on my hand and I broke eye contact with the tiger as we began to walk away. I felt disappointed and that's where the memory ends.

[WhiteLove]

Very interesting, thanks Innocent Warrior!

My earliest memory was like this: "Am I coming to a world of ancient slavery?! Great, it's not that bad, it is a more modern slavery I'm coming to." Somehow at this very very early age I was conscious about and had gained understanding of this kind of stuff. Truth warriors are needed where there is slavery.

[Innocent Warrior]

Very interesting, thanks Innocent Warrior!

My earliest memory was like this: "Am I coming to a world of ancient slavery?! Great, it's not that bad, it is a more modern slavery I'm coming to." Somehow at this very very early age I was conscious about and had gained understanding of this kind of stuff. Truth warriors are needed where there is slavery.

That's incredible, WhiteLove! Thanks for sharing!

[Skyhaven]

Mine is nothing special from an adults perspective but for me it was soo amazing that it became my first memory. I remember lying in my crib realizing I am in a body! A body I could actually move! Just stunned how I did nothing in particular to make the movement happen, but still it happened if I wanted it to!!

I often focus on getting into that state again, realizing how amazing life really is. How much magic there is in what we tend to see as commodities.

[Nick Matkin]

My earliest memory is quite ordinary, though apparently impossible since conventional wisdom states memories from before age about 3 are not possible.

I can 'remember' chewing on the rubber teat of a feeding bottle while in my cot/crib. It felt good on my gums and if I kept going it would gush out and I could get a proper mouthful. I 'remember' the warm stickiness as it then also trickled down around my neck. I also 'remember' my mother finding me in this mess and being very annoyed.

As far as I know I wasn't bottle fed for longer than normal, so guess this was in my first year.

(There's also the newish theory that we don't remember the original event, but we remember the last time we remembered it, each time adding and losing detail making memory very unreliable, despite us often being convinced otherwise.)

Nick

[FraZZleD]

I remember before I was born, I posted that memory on the "A warning from benevolent ETs about our future - over 60 years ago"

My youngest memory my mother was holding me and I wanted to go with my dad. He was walking up a path on the mountain and he was taking my sister with him.
When I told my mother what I remembered she said that was on our vacation and I couldn't remember that because I was only 5 months old. I told her I do remember it because I was mad that I couldn't go with dad. She was totally blown away that I could remember that far back. I said that was nothing I remember her changing my diapers and I was afraid of her sticking me with the safety pin. I think she only did it one time but that was enough to know I didn't want my diapers changed anymore. That hurt! I remember freezing when it was time to put the safety pin in because if I moved I might get stuck.

FraZZleD

[Innocent Warrior]

Mine is nothing special from an adults perspective but for me it was soo amazing that it became my first memory. I remember lying in my crib realizing I am in a body! A body I could actually move! Just stunned how I did nothing in particular to make the movement happen, but still it happened if I wanted it to!!

I often focus on getting into that state again, realizing how amazing life really is. How much magic there is in what we tend to see as commodities.

No, I think it's soo amazing too. What a powerful memory. I mentioned discovering my foot, I spotted it when I had kicked it up and was delighted when I realised it was a part of my body. I don't know what I thought my body consisted of before that moment but I remember having a feeling, something like, "oh wow, cool, more body". Thanks for sharing.

[Innocent Warrior]

My earliest memory is quite ordinary, though apparently impossible since conventional wisdom states memories from before age about 3 are not possible.

I also understood our memories weren't fully developed until the age of three, but that must have been from old research because research has now shown that babies have a working memory. An excerpt from Life-Span Human Development, "Using imitation, habituation and operant conditioning techniques, researchers have gone from believing that infants have no memory beyond a few seconds to appreciating that even young 1-year-olds can recall experiences for weeks and even months under certain circumstances. Infants clearly show recognition memory for familiar stimuli at birth and cued recall memory by about 2 months. More explicit memory, which requires actively retrieving an image of an object or event no longer present, appears to emerge toward the end of the first year. By age 2, it is even clearer that infants can recall events that happened long ago, for they, like adults, use language to represent and describe what happened". The book is a text book by Sigelman and Rider, I have the book, if you want anymore information let me know. We can see how it's possible but it's still amazing you can remember.


I remember before I was born, I posted that memory on the "A warning from benevolent ETs about our future - over 60 years ago"

Thanks for this, will check it out.

I said that was nothing I remember her changing my diapers and I was afraid of her sticking me with the safety pin. I think she only did it one time but that was enough to know I didn't want my diapers changed anymore. That hurt! I remember freezing when it was time to put the safety pin in because if I moved I might get stuck.

FraZZleD

Oh no, the stresses of being a baby lol. You just reminded me of how I would brace myself when I saw hands coming to pick me up (I was older, a toddler). Adults always squeezed too hard when they had their hands under my armpits.

Thanks for sharing.

[yelik]

I recall working with a PhD scientist about babies memory.

He played certain music to unborn babies and found that unborn babies could remember the music from about 12/14 weeks old. When the babies were born he could re- play the music (exact piece) which immediately calmed them and sent them to sleep. If the music was changed, even a few notes they did not respond as well.

He was restricted in what he could report because of the implications for abortion laws.

I can recall a memory just floating in warmth and darkness which I believed was prior to birth, who knows

[kirolak]

Great thread! I must have been about 5 months old, as I had just started teething, my gums were hot and painful and all I wanted was cool water to drink. But my grandmother and mother did not understand, and rubbed some bitter liquid on the gums, no doubt thinking it would help. But it made me very nauseous and I remember feeling quite helpless as I could not communicate with them. I can also still remember the smell of flowers in the garden at the time. . . .I actually felt very isolated and surrounded by strangeness.

[golden lady]

My earliest memory is quite ordinary, though apparently impossible since conventional wisdom states memories from before age about 3 are not possible.


(There's also the newish theory that we don't remember the original event, but we remember the last time we remembered it, each time adding and losing detail making memory very unreliable, despite us often being convinced otherwise.)

Nick

I call them" remembering my rememberings'.
I have made a conscious choice of revisiting my childhood rememberings, the first being in my Mothers womb, not wanting to be born, hearing voices saying that I must as I had said I would and being shown screen shots, which did nothing to persuade me!! However, obviously, I came into this world, my poor Mother having a terrible time delivering me.
I also have plenty of other memories before I was 3. One also at the age of 3/4 of a possible abduction but that's another story!

[Poly Hedra]

A memory I had that I realised was maybe a bit interesting when I got into alternative ways of thinking.
I'm sitting in my playpen and I'm thinking about being watched by beings who were from another world.. I never thought much more of the memory as I grew up I 'knew' that aliens didnt exist so my memory couldnt be real. Years later I re-visited that memory when I started learning about ufos, e.t.s and other strange things, and thought maybe, just maybe it was real!

Nice thread :)

[Kez]

Great thread Innocent Warrior. I have many early memories however my earliest memory to recollect was when I was put to bed in my cot. I got really upset because my mum had not known that I was not tired at all. Luckily I had a toy beside me which was mounted to the side of my cot. The cot was placed beside this window in my bedroom upstairs which at the time I shared with my mum. The vivid part of this memory was the toy that was in the cot with me. It was this white plastic device (can't remember the name) that had a crank on it; when wound up this light turned on showing an image of rocket-ships and stars; these spun around in a repetitive pattern until the crank needed more winding in order for the images to turn. The images and light were behind a see through plastic casing that prevented me from damaging the toy or myself. Perhaps this was the starting point of my fascination with space and space craft.

Another memory of mine which sadly isn't a very good one has remained with me until this very day. I was young and I had heard about a Lion escaping from its cage at the circus up the road from my caravan. Later on that day I came up with a very high temperature; I got sent to bed by my mum and soon fell asleep. After sleeping for a few hours I woke up to find something that I believed to be in the room with me (this is the confusing part), to my shock it was a cloudy white appearance of a tiger, not a lion that appeared to be walking towards my face on the bed that was in; I screamed very loud, infact so loud that my mum and gran rushed down to the bedroom that I was in to make sure everything was ok. As soon as they came into my room the tiger vanished into thin air and I couldn't get back to sleep for the rest of the day. I went down to the living room with my family and told them what had happened; none of them believed me which was the anguishing part and they blamed it on my high temperature saying that I was hallucinating however to me this white tiger seemed so real that it was scary. This wouldn't be the only time I have 'hallucinated' with my eyes open after being asleep.
:-D

[Selene]

This is a fascinating thread. I am among those with intact infant memories. In fact, my earliest memory is that of being born here. I remember the delivery room, the doctor and nurses, even the view out the window as I was carried to the nursery. No hypnosis or regression required. I remember it all quite clearly.

And I remember a great deal more from before I was six months old. When I was a teenager I asked my mother about some of these things. She was simply flabbergasted, but confirmed that all the incidents had indeed occurred before I was six months, and that my description of the house where we lived then was completely accurate. We moved when I was six months old – that’s the time marker - and I remember the next house and all else as well.

I asked a psychiatrist about such early childhood memories a while ago – he confirmed that in his practice such early conscious recall was indeed rare, so there you go. We’re rare birds here (but we knew that…) :rolleyes:

Cheers,

Selene

[DeDukshyn]

I also have some infant recall. I remember my senses developing, and that before that there were still senses -- it was all just entirely different. There was a transition, where I recall sensing things around me, and then aligning that with my physical senses as part of the "learning to uses senses" process. After some time, the initial senses are eventually completely lost altogether - particularly when language is starting to be understood. Since we have no words in our language in these early ages for this transition or the "initial" senses that work on such a fine level of energetic detail, they are quickly forgotten. They are not fully good enough for use in the physical realm - we have to learn our physical senses but in looking back on this, the physical senses completely replace our natural innate ones. The way I see it - these two need to work in parallel for a "natural" human to function.

I have been wanting to share that for a long time - thanks for the thread that "made it so!" ;)

I also have astral travel memories from when I was about 4 or 5. Something that had been forgotten for most of my life because I never learned "words" or "concepts" relating to this. When I re-learned these concepts - the memories came back to me. We tend not to see the power "language" has over our minds ...

[TraineeHuman]

Just being in a very, very serene "place" (if it was even a location -- felt more like delicious emptiness, mostly).

Heard a rather urgent request for volunteers. Too much damage being caused in some very, very distant place, by some twisted individual. A dangerous place, because by going there there was the possibility of getting trapped there for a while. Took a careful look. No, I wouldn't make much difference. I'd just be one more volunteer, and there were already plenty of such hugely capable ones who'd agreed to go. But certainly a good cause, very worthwhile, and I'd be very interested to be kept up to date about progress.

Back to the delicious, almost uninterrupted peace. Suddenly, I'm informed I freely and specifically agreed to look down this telescope-well (vivid virtual reality) that showed "movies" of some kind and make a selection. Must have forgotten about that one. Oh well, if I agreed and that sincerely, I guess I'll play along. Especially since all these friends/brothers were suddenly acting as "officials" and putting so much attention into the details of this.

I see the "movies". Now to make a selection. Impossible to pick between about four of the "movies". Back to the more joyful, serene state, now I've got the "officials" satisfied and off my back.

Oh, one more thing, they say. I also agreed to accompany them to this super-gigantic area and have an energy "meal" of something that I don't like, but (in the future it will be like the cough medicine my mother will insist I need to swallow).

Whew! Thank goodness I've got that off my back. But wait. Where did this stream of energy come from? Why can't I stop it? Oh well, it's quite gentle and joyful, so I'll enjoy the ride.

But it just keeps getting narrower and narrower, and faster and faster. Hey, what kind of "medicine" did they feed me with? The power of that current is all in one direction, and suddenly my "wings" have been clipped because I can't simply step out of it like I knew I could have before.

Next , the mist clears and I'm watching a scene where there's some intense fun going on. It's in a location, and I'm not used to locations. How do I "drive" this thing, this consciousness that must be the center of the universe, which until now didn't seem to have such an intensely focused center? "Size" seems to be a big key. But which of the three sizes is the right one to look with? There's one which I'll later identify as my parents (making love), one about a thousand times smaller (an ovum inside my mother), and one about a thousand times smaller again (a certain sperm). I keep flipping between the three sizes, totally confused about what to do next. Eventually I seem to settle on the smallest size and stay with it, and then I can relax again and there's no need for me to do any work for a while.

It's a weird place, this, but usually the bliss doesn't get interrupted too much, which is almost kind of like it was back "home". I spend much of my time flying around and exploring this strange new world of "sizes". I don't understand what it means, but I'm going to take it all in, like a tourist with a video camera. I think I was meant to.

Skip forward, and something very distressing is happening. It doesn't seem to be getting better, either. Now one of the "officials" hurries up to me and tells me I have to get inside "there" right now, or it'll all be over. "Are you serious?" I ask, but I don't get a reply that throws me any line of hope for otherwise. In I jump.

What happens next feels so overwhelmingly horrible and sickening, it's beyond words to describe. I weep, but also notice that creating tears won't suffice to bring a solution to the multitude of problems that have hit me at once. Like being run over by a ten ton truck and then put into a straitjacket. It looks like they want me to play weak and dumb in this place. How could that even make sense? Oh well, go along with it for now, and then we'll see...

[amor]

My first memories (at what age I do not know) were weird. I was on top of a church tower of the design used by the Anglican church. Suddenly, I was falling and did not like the sensation in my head. I landed on my back but then I was in my bed. Years later, I had this dream again, but there were soldiers on the tower from whom I fled.

Another experience was that in my room (I believe that this was during a dream or astral experience) there were black rubber-like, flat things shaped somewhat like Spades (on playing cards but without the point). They were flapping all around the room and I was afraid. Years later, I read a description of these very things as being a part of the lower astral.

Then I would have a memory of vaporous forms which did not get smaller when they were distant from me they maintained the same size whether they were near or far. This produced a queezy feeling in me. This may be the source of my interest in physics. Also, for some reason I cannot understand, I was terrified of black bird feathers.

[Innocent Warrior]

Thanks for your replies, everyone! Thanks for sharing your amazing memories, for your insightful comments and your kind words about my thread.

Going back to Nick's comment...


(There's also the newish theory that we don't remember the original event, but we remember the last time we remembered it, each time adding and losing detail making memory very unreliable, despite us often being convinced otherwise.)

This theory is an interesting idea but I don't think we're actually remembering the last time we remembered it, unless we are (as in recalling the act of remembering). With everything existing all at once, when we recall an event, I believe we are actually revisiting the event. Our consciousness is there, while the location of our body is here (or perhaps we are actually in both locations at once). However, I do agree that we can alter the event by remembering it. But this leads me to the question, is the new version of the event less or more true? Quantum theory may suggest the new version is also true, hence our memories are reliable but just so much more complex than we can currently wrap our minds around. If we take into account quantum entanglement (http://www.sciencedaily.com/articles/q/quantum_entanglement.htm) and then throw in the observer effect (http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/1998/02/980227055013.htm) on top of that, we can begin to see how it's quite possible that our new memory or version of the original event is a true account of what happened then, now. Research now shows (article here (http://www.livescience.com/19975-spooky-quantum-entanglement.html)) how we can reach into the past and affect it. I'm thinking the scene of the original event still exists and so does the scene of the new re-membered event, because we just altered it by revisiting it, but that the new version is more true for us now. And then to add to all that, perhaps the new version is simply the original event but re-membered (revisited and reconstructed) with a different awareness and that would mean both scenes are also the one event, just from a different view. Memory is very dynamic and complex, many different factors would affect it in many different ways, understanding it completely is like trying to catch a ghost. :confused: Some food for thought anyway.

Oh, and I'm never going to look at babies and children the same way again, after reading all this. What a fascinating look into the inner workings of human development! Actually, I'm never going to look at any human the same way again, I mean, where in existence have we all come from and how did we get here? The mind boggles.

I came across this photograph a while back, both cute and profound, if you ask me.

http://i.imgur.com/Fwedx7p.jpg

[ghostrider]

I was still in diapers , I walked up the hill on our farm , put two sticks together in the form of a cross and planted it on the hill ... standing there thinking , this means something important , I just don't know what it is ... the sun's rays shown through the clouds , it was a moment I still remember to this day ... my family freaks out that I told them where they were and what they were doing at the time ... it was 1968 I was barely 2 years old ...I was born a month early without eyebrows or fingernails , they said I looked like an alien baby with strange eyes ... from that day I always look down at the ground , people freak out when they see my eyes , they say I'm looking right through them , now I'm self conscious about it , always have been ... like I don't belong here ...I'm more at ease alone ...

[Meggings]

It is wonderful to have read all these posts just now. I remember walking back and forth in the parlour between my mother and my father and falling. I was nine months old. I remember my mother's hairstyle, and my father's broad smile.

I remember as a tiny tyke before kindergarden being outside hot and thirsty, and very provoked that I did not have my "sphere" in which I could travel anywhere I wanted to go in comfort and ease. I could see the sphere was a clear globe, and it responded to my thought. I was sure mad I had to walk with tired legs when I was hot and really thirsty.

I remember a game I played a great deal within my mind. I was still tiny, before I'd started kindergarden. I had a little red wooden stool that was placed in front of the stove. I would string elastic between two black knobs on the stove front and make "music", but was provoked that I could not get beautiful sound out of it. I would often lean back against the wall, sitting on my red stool in front of the stove, close my eyes, and fly out to the end of the universe, where I would "turn inside out" and zoom back really fast into my body. It felt so good I did it over and over again. I did this for years. The turning inside-out was incredibly pleasurable, and the zooming back into my body was faster than my going out to the "edge/end of the universe".

I remember my beloved teacher coming into my bedroom at night. I remember sitting on the floor of my room with my head resting on his knee. The love I felt for him was the most utterly complete love any being can have for another. All my life I have remembered my "llittle blue man with a big head" who used to visit me and comfort me and teach me when a small child. I do not know if he was truly little, but that was the phrase I used when a child. I have memory of more than one blue being visiting me at a time. Recently I asked Cosmic Awareness about this, and was told they physically projected into my bedroom when I was little. They are from Sirius I believe.

I remember going out of body to a spaceship where I met with many beings. They would have long conversations with me on topics of ethics and morality and life and death. I was stunned in my child-self at the AUTHORITY with which I spoke to them. I remember reprimanding them and telling them that the child-me was too young for these sorts of questions - yet nevertheless, the "child-me" proceeded to answer their questions. I sense now as a senior citizen that I was being assessed for some sort of life mission. I do not know if I "made the grade" or not, but I do know all the other personalities that my oversoul projected into this time frame, and some of them did important work in this world. There are only three of the personalities my oversoul projected still alive...

I remember levitating as a child, and did this often. I would win red ribbons for running fast in school "field day" events. I was able to send out energy from my middle that curved down to earth and slightly raised me up so I could almost fly with just my toes skimming the earth. Subsequently a year or so ago I entered into a lifetime back at the time Qumran was inhabited. A silent call had gone out and from many places wise women came - all of them travelling quickly and easily with their toes barely touching the earth's rocky surfaces as they went to Qumran for some important meeting. It was the time Jesus was in the holy land.

I remember...

[Innocent Warrior]

Anyone else want to post their earliest memories? Promise I'll love them. :cool:

https://www.mint.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Live-and-Let-Live…Spend-and-Let-Spend-What-Does-Living-the-Good-Life-Mean-to-You.jpg

[SabreToothMom]

My oldest memory is pre-birth. I wrote about it in my thread about pre-birth and birth memories (http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?82005-Pre-birth--and-birth--memories..) so I will quote it here to avoid all of the re-typing (hope that's okay):


Hi again, I have another question for all of you wonderful people, I hope you don't mind.. I freely admit to having a complete lack of education in spirituality and only "know" what I recognize to be truth (so hard to describe) as opposed to knowing what OTHER people say are truths (I'm a sucker for Primary Sources I suppose)..

Anyway...

I'm wondering what you all make of the memories I have always had of snips of events that, once I was older, I have found out could not have possibly occurred within the confines of this incarnation's physical reality. I'm going to try to recount all of the that I remember here in one place in order to paint the clearest picture I know how.

You see, I'm the youngest of many children in my family, being born several years after the rest of my siblings. Quite a number of years before my birth my family lived on the other side of the country, yet I have a vivid memory of being with them all in the back seat of a station wagon and arriving at the home of a friend or family member out there in that distant state, and of everybody getting out of the vehicle and going upstairs to an apartment or upper level of the home we were visiting. I recall staying in the vehicle, and the feel of sunlight on me. I recall reveling in the feel of the sunlight, and then suddenly I felt that I was back wherever I had originated, and was telling somebody that I thought this was the family I was going to choose to be born into.

I recall also being with my father in the living room on the floor in front of the old black and white television set and watching a news story about Hawaii being made the newest state. It was a big deal to him. I remember asking my mother about this memory when I was about ten years old.. she looked at me strangely and said "you can't remember that. That happened more than a decade before you were born." (edited to add: Apparently this happened on August 21, 1959 - I wonder if this memory of mine was created in such a way as to make the date a guaranteed memory? Did something significant happen on that date, I wonder? Something of PA-significance, I mean... hm...)

I have a very brief memory of sitting inside a half circle shape that was much like being inside a spherical room - the wall curved behind me and also over our heads, and I was iwth some other "people" (souls?) and were listening to a mandatory talk given by someone with a higher "rank" than us (?) and it was like some sort of requirement for those who were about to reincarnate/return.

In addition to these, I have a memory of sitting in front of a square table with what appeared to be a literal game board on it complete with little game pieces, and someone asking me if I was SURE I wanted to jump back into the game considering it was more than half way through (it appeared that most of the pieces were about 2/3 to 3/4 of the way to the end of the game board). I remember saying that I was sure that I did, and others were asking me to reconsider it, and they were acting as though this was madness on my part. I was told to recall how it had gone for me last time, in an effort to persuade me to change my mind, but I was determined that I had to return.

I then have a memory of being born and being scared and squished and feeling as though I couldn't live and then suddenly it was as if a door opened wide and I was instantly HERE and it was LOUD and bright and so very intense. (For what it's worth, my mother had me via emergency surgery a month early because of toxemia/ pre-eclampsia).

I have a briefest of brief flash of a memory (not -pre-birth, but post-birth) of being in a high chair or other seat that kept me still and had a tray in front of it, and of looking at my mother and thinking at her and of her not hearing me or picking up on it, and me feeling completely upset because she wasn't responding, and neither would anything else I willed to move or respond to my needs. I felt ignored completely by the universe, and betrayed because I was accustomed to needing to do no more than think/feel/will/need something and it would generally oblige of what felt like it's own free will (even objects..??)... but now nothing would do anything and it upset me greatly. I hated being dependent on others for everything and resented that I had to go through this process all over again before I would be able to do any good work in my life.. I felt that I had a lifetime of time-wasting before me and I just was so very upset by it. I can't imagine that I was even a year old having these thoughts, but who knows?



I have been questioning those memories for a long time now, but the more I talk to people here on PA, and the more I get into this book that I'm reading by Michael Newton, the more I realize these are very much real. I hope to find more "prebirthers" in my time here. :)

[Ron Mauer Sr]

My earliest memory is from 1944. I was 2 years old.

Mom took me into a store and put me onto a temporary stage that was partially covered with blue paper and celestial symbols: planets, moons, etc.

The stage was set for a baby beauty contest. (Confirmed years later by a very surprised Mom.)

I was totally pissed. No one was going to put *me* in a baby beauty contest.

A few years later, my dreams would place me as a passenger in a car. The driver was invisible, yet somehow I knew that I would be safe as long as this invisible person was driving the car. But I was irritated again because *I* wanted to drive the car.

[Earthlink]

I barely, vaguely, remember all the time I spent as a crystal, and the reason I remember it at all, to this day, is that I hated it. It took way way too long, and I remember promising myself that I'd never forget, and work hard to ensure that it nor anything like it ever happen again.

Yeah. That was so long ago, that I'm now maintaining that I was in that stupid crystal state for trillions of years. I know it was only billions of years, but it felt like a lot more.

[Selkie]

My first memory is of wanting to be dead. It was my third birthday party. They stood me on a green-painted chair that had no back, and sang happy birthday to me, and I stood there knowing that they were liars, and that they did not love me at all, and I wanted to be dead.

[Earthlink]

I'm sorry to hear that Silkie. Perhaps we can all make that better by ridding ourselves of all the foolish and fake traditions that the MSM keep insisting are real and worthy of tradition together. I don't like birthdays, christmas, war memorials, easter, none of it. I do like the summer and winter solstices though, and other things that are real to me. It's not like we haven't got much to celebrate, I think we do.