Editor’s Note: People often wonder if they are crazy when they have such past life memories, or at least suspect some of their memories are from past lives. With all of the research done on past lives, it’s amazing that reincarnation is not commonly accepted. My personal opinion is that people who have past life memories are not crazy – they are very gifted. This woman, Beverly, is very talented at recognizing the subtle and sometimes not so subtle information about past lives, which is always available in the subconscious mind – either from spontaneous recall or past life regression. Here is her reincarnation story.
I am 54 years old and I am a Certified nursing assistants (CNA)/Caregiver. With my profession I enter many homes of strangers on a weekly and sometimes daily basis.
There were three homes in particular – I knew I had been there before – and I knew many details and events that had taken place in the past, or at least I think I do. Maybe I just have a very active imagination?
During my first interview as a CNA, I entered a home with two other girls. All three of us sat on the couch and were interviewed at the same time to see who would be the best choice for this client. As I sat there, I looked around the living room somehow recognizing when the house was built, who built the bookshelves, and a sculpture on the coffee table also had me intrigued, because I remember how the sculpture came about…
As a child [presumably in a past life], I lived in this house. In my memory, I would go out by the pool early in the morning and lay on my stomach on a concrete bench overlooking the bay. I had on my nightgown and I took my clogs off and placed them next to the bench. As I laid there I would take my Bible out of my satchel and began morning devotions. I remember a friend of the family came to visit. I heard them talking about me. The visitor asked if she could take my picture as I laid there. She thought it would make a nice painting. Months later [in the memory] the visitor came back with the sculpture instead of a painting. I remember getting very upset, but it was beautiful and it was me.
At the job interview, I went into a daydreaming-type trance remembering a past life in this house and those events took place in my mind – a true déjà vu episode. Instantly, I knew I belonged there, at least for a while. This knowingness gave me extra confidence over the other girls.
We all went home [from the interview] awaiting our phone call of their decision. About five minutes after I got home, my phone rang. Of course I got the job. I knew I would. But why? I asked myself over and over. The other girls were more experienced and this is my first foot out the door.
I painted with the lady of the house [where the new job was] only to find in the present time some of the same paintings I know I had a part in [in a past life]. But when I asked questions [to the house owner] like, do you know me? Have I been here before? They just look at me as if I had lost my mind.
I have an entire epilogue of activities, people, places and events that cause me to believe I have lived several lives and I even know how I died in two of them. I would love to understand it all even if reincarnation isn’t a possibility. And constantly wondering if I am crazy is literally making me crazy.