Editor’s Note: This story comes from a very compassionate woman who wrote to us on our Facebook page. English is not her first language, so there were some minor edits to bridge the translation. This story speaks to the struggles many parents have when their children begin talking about past lives, especially in the context of violent past lives.
I am going to explain my fear for the first time [publicly]. This [reincarnation] is a topic I have always believed in. Actually my story is perhaps a shocking story, because I have two boys 13 to 14-years-old already. Both have Asperger Syndrome and are very intelligent, but life with them has been extremely difficult – mostly because they refuse to let go what seems to be the memories of their past lives.
Since they were kids I had plenty of difficult moments at school with them, because of their obsession in drawing very large, complex and bloody war scenarios – mostly of what seemed like WWI and WWII. I still have a lot of those drawings. The younger one, since he was four of 5-years-old, even refused to wear anything that is not a military camouflage outfit. When he started talking, after many many therapies, he only talked about slaughtering, cutting throats, different kinds of knifes and so on…imagine our situation! We even had to go through counseling with the children and family dept. My youngest constantly talks about different ways to protect himself, his loved ones and his country.
The oldest one was not so severe, but he has been in a total controversy with his father since he was 3-years-old. His father says he has always felt a strange love/hate feeling for the boy. Now that he [the son] is a teenager, he has expressed, on countless occasions, that he knows his father murdered him during a military conflict by blowing his head with a gun while he was defenseless. He says he can see clearly the man’s eyes and feel the blow, and it is his father’s eyes.”
My son says he has had dreams about it countless times since he was a boy and I believe him. Imagine my situation, because I believe in reincarnation and past lives and I know what happens is true, but everyone thinks I am the wacko!
I just wish these experiences they still remember and “cherish so much,” just vanish. At the same time, I feel sad for my sons, because of the memories they have. I just hope things goes all right for their future and they learn to be lovable and calm people.
Some time I anguish in my self thinking that they might become some kind of murders or implacable warriors, because of what seems to be a big capacity to screen their feelings (for such younger boys), and seeing violent deaths as something so natural.
I cried like crazy when the Columbine incident happened, not for the victims, but because for the boys who did it. How many soldiers who died “killing like crazies” are among us, in our houses today, and still cannot forget what their “duty” was? How many of them are kids with some kind of disability and cannot recognize they don’t have to live again that way? Is there some hope for us, the parents of these kids? This is a thing not many people talk about. Maybe it’s the not-so-nice face of reincarnation?