Another Time - Another Life...

A client of mine - I will call her Mrs. Pritchard - arranged an appointment with me for a reading one day last autumn. A woman of some thirty five years, she had a little boy of about eight years of age who immediately impressed me with his brightness and intelligence.

During the course of my client's reading, she began to relate to me a fascinating story. Apparently soon after her son started to talk at the age of three, he began to tell his mother about his 'other home'. Taking little notice of what seemed to her to be childish prattle, she became surprised to find that her little boy remained consistent over many months with his story, gradually describing his 'other home' with more and more detail. He then began to describe shops and buildings near this home, remarkably never changing the details of his story. "I used to live there where I knew Tom" he would say: "I was very happy there".

After a time he began pleading with his parents to take him back to his "other home", even naming a village where he maintained he used to live. His mother had heard of this village that he kept mentioning; although it was only some half-hour's drive away she had never been there herself. Eventually she and her husband reluctantly agreed to take him to this village, being totally unable to account for their boy's strange obsession.

Accordingly the family set out one Spring day, locating the village without difficulty. To the parents' amazement, the little boy started to point out the various places he had previously described with complete accuracy, guiding them without hesitation to a workshop, where he said he knew 'Tom'.

They pulled up outside the workshop the boy had previously described, not knowing quite what to do. However their little boy became extremely distressed, insisting that they all should enter the shop. Eventually the parents plucked up courage.....and feeling very embarrassed, went in. A kindly old man appeared; the little boy called out: "Hello Tom; do you remember me? When I knew you I used to be called - and he used a name his parents had never heard previously - and I worked with you on the old railway (this proved later to be a long discontinued line). Then I went abroad to America and qualified as a crop - spraying pilot; I was killed there; don't you remember?"

His mother told me that Tom was absolutely shaken to the core to the point of being in shock. The little boy's recountings were apparently completely accurate in terms of names and places; I had no doubt when I heard this story that the little boy had been reborn after passing from that former life. It seems that most of us come onto this planet with no memories of former lives; in this fascinating instance it seems that the veil separating our successive lifetimes had been lifted giving insight into the cycle of rebirth.

A similar but much briefer encounter involving my own daughter happened some years ago - the story will appear on this website not too far ahead in time.