Last June, my family and I were relocated to a small town in Devon, which provided a safe haven for us to escape my abusive ex-husband. The move was sudden, and we hadn’t visited the house before, but it turned out to be across the road from a charming church and just a five-minute walk from our new home.
To my surprise, on the day we moved in, my 3-year-old son remarked that he had lived in what he calls the “church house” when he was 6 years old. It struck me as peculiar, as there was no record of such an occurrence, and the house seemed to have no connections to a farm, which he mentioned his father working on. Nevertheless, he insisted that it was true and even spoke about how his mother at that time was a teacher. Interestingly, the little house is adjacent to what used to be the village school, which added to the mystery.
As days passed, my son continued to share tidbits of information about his supposed past life. In one instance, while in the bath, he casually mentioned that the bath in his church house was located in the kitchen. Although such a setup might have been plausible in the distant past, it was unlikely that he would randomly guess such details. Moreover, he spoke about working with a lady farmer to collect eggs and milking cows by pulling something underneath them, presumably referring to udders.
One day, while playing in the playground next to the church, he startled my older children by telling them about the presence of “dead people.” Curiously, the church grounds had no graveyard, but I decided to investigate if there might have been one in the past, given my son’s vivid description.
Another intriguing aspect of his claims was that he always insisted on being 6 years old during his past life, never 7. He even mentioned that he had died at that age, recounting a story about falling into the nearby river. When I asked if he died in the water, he clarified that he got home, went to bed, and passed away. This revelation left me with mixed emotions, especially since he has developed an unusual fear of water despite loving it, particularly the sea. Whenever we pass by the river, he clings to me tightly, avoiding any close encounters with it.
There are several other intriguing snippets of information he has shared with us, leaving me genuinely curious about the nature of these memories. While I understand that some may dismiss it as mere childhood imagination, I can’t help but wonder what other people’s experiences and thoughts are on this matter. The idea of past lives and reincarnation has always fascinated me, and my son’s claims have opened up a realm of questions that I am eager to explore further.