Earliest Memories

[Innocent Warrior]

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

[SabreToothMom]

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

Posted by SabreToothMom (here)
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.