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I had to attend my sons birth as my wife demanded, I have to admit I found it all very alarming. I wore a green gown and green mask and the doctor wore a white gown and white mask. As the babies head appeared the doctor then grabbed the head to pull the baby out but the ambical chord was wrapped around his neck, I looked at the doctor and the doctor looked at me and quickly cut the chord and removed the chord from around his neck. I thought my son was a strange tinge of brown with mucus all over him, this browness disappeard after a while.

7 years later I was camping off the Dorset coast and I was out on a long walk with my family along the coast line, we could see the Isle of Wight in the distance, my son was on my shoulders and I'd been carrying for a long way and was getting tired, I put him down and we all walked together toward the campsite. On the way we noticed an isolated stone built cottage with a large garden. My 7 year old son then told me that he used to live there but when he did the cottage had no windows and there were lots of animals inside?
A strange thing to say I thought but what was even more strange was the tone of his voice..it seemed different, almost adult? My wife and I looked at each other and we both shrugged our shoulders at this remark.

Later that evening I put my son to bed in the tent and to my amazement told me, 'I can remember Heaven', and so I enquired about what he saw in heaven, my wife and I was now listening quite intently now as my son put on the same tone of voice he had done previously. He told me that everything looked white, I was there along with mummy, Jesus was there too, he then added that I was all in green and Jesus was all in white and he was all brown. My wife became startled...'oh my god, he's describing his birth', I looked at my son who was smilling as he was enjoying the attention. I was deep in thought that night, In the morning I enquired more to my son of what he'd said that night, to my surprise he remembered none of it, not even what he told me of the cottage?

If he had described his birth, then why did he see the doctor as Jesus and of what part of the delivery room was he seeing from?

cool!

I had recently been on a chat site and it seems there were a lot of interest about life after death, I felt this recalling of this incident would be helpful for some reason, but is it?

Could it be that there is another intelligence outside the brain and the body watching?

Maybe at birth, the soul/spirit is not completely within the body sort of like an altered state of conciousness as there is no need for it whilst the baby is in the womb.

Of course there could be other rational explanations to this. Maybe my son had listened to a description of the birth during a conversation at some time, but I never remember mentioning much about the birth only shortly after the birth to friends and family.

But if he had truely witnessed his birth, this brings up a whole new set of understandings. I'm not sure as to what is meant by the soul not being yet complete, but through my own experiences I think it could be that you have another personality connected to you outside your body that is free to roam from time to time

What an interesting and strange story....Did you by any chance happen to look into the history of the cottage that your son was talking about...finding out who lived there, if there were children, etc...I believe in reincarnation, and even though your son doesnt remember talking about the incidents I would want to find out more....I'm sure your going to get some very interesting posts on this...

Its a pity, I'd thought of that months after the event, I doubt I could find the cottage again. Could it have once been a stone barn? There is also the fact that at one time you had to pay tax on the amount of windows you had.

If there was some spirit within my son, it certainly wanted to be known on that day

I think that is an awesome story, and is that picture an actual picture of your son? Beautiful baby, either way.

I have had things like this happen. I have a 4 year old daughter, and one day in the car out of the blue, she starts talking about when she was born. I wasn't really even sure she knew what 'born' meant, so I asked her and she said that she only remembers that it hurt and she was scared. I asked her why it would hurt, and she said something hurt her head, and that everything was too tight to breath. I really didn't think much of it at the time, I thought she was just mixing stories up.

Days after, I was startled to remember that during my daughters birth, her heart rate dropped drastically, and the doctor had inserted a monitor into my womb. I am still not sure about what kind of torturous monitor they used, but it apparently poked her in the top of her head to measure oxygen levels. She had a scab on the top of her bald head for a few days after birth. I would have thought she had just heard me talking about it to someone, but I had not even remembered the monitor, as it was the least of my worries that day.

I don't know, I can't say whether either story has validity, but it is nice to think they do. My daughter has also told me that she wants her wings back because it's too hard to fly without them. I don't know...

Cool story, and great pic. I don't know what to tell you. That's strange, but birth is a very traumatic event. Could be he somehow remembers it. He sounds like a special kid.

Apparently this sort of phenomina isn't unique, other people have mentioned similar things, but what interests me about your daughters account was that she recounts from a memory that comes from her own mind seeing as it was from the womb, which dispels my theory of a personality connected to the one being born but outside of its body.

That picture is not of my son but I picture I received off photobucket with no copyright, my son was a strange brown tinge and going on purple

nice pictures of children.

I once posted a picture of a 10 year old girl my wife and I befriended on holiday in Burgundy, she was an amazing child, hyper-active, highly intelligent, her parents were always worried that their daughter was annoying us because of her constant talking and her abundance of energy, but she was a delight to listen to and very interesting as well. I took a photo of her wearing a long dress sitting next to her collie. If you saw her you'd think she was pale and undernourished but she wasn't. I presented the picture of the girl to a forum to an onslaught of derision and abuse from mainly women who told me I'd broken the law on child protection on publishing such a picture, I was also accused of far worse things as well to my astonishment, it was a pity, but I think this picture of the girl I took was possibly a picture of a young woman who is going to go far in the world

wow amazing story . and a beautiful baby .

I believe kids do remember the birth . there are many stories like yours of kids who can describe some details of the birth .

My son is just three now but when he was born he had a large head and was in the birth canal the wrong way up . he got stuck fast and wouldn't budge it took a fair bit of help from the docs to get him out . when he was born he was diagnosed with horners syndrome . (this is when one of the nerves in the neck become severed due to severe pressure upon it ) . it affects the colour of his eyes and he only sweats down one side of his face . However i'm told this nerve is tucked so far away inside a bunch of other nerves that an op would be risky and he wont have any other outward symptoms anyway .

However my son has a real aversion to tight items around his neck . he cant have jumpers, ties . scarves etc or he is physically sick . this worried me and i took him back to the peadiatrician he said there is no way that that nerve can be causing it as its too far inside the neck. he thinks however that its psychological from when he was trapped inside the birth canal and it was pushing on his throat . He think that somehow the events of his birth have stayed with my son although he doesn't seem to remember it somewhere deep in his subconcious this has stayed with him and is causing him to display this aversion .

I find it all very amazing. that they can seem to remember these facts yet supress them for the most part but children tend to give us a glimpse of a knowledge that we have outside of whats the norm . and it just re affirms the fact for me that there is much more to us than we yet understand !!!

thankyou for sharing your story and wonderful picture .

Blessings SS79 x x x

That is such a cool story! I tend to believe kids when they say stuff like that.

I can remember all the way back to when I was in the crib. Also, I have memories from what I believe to be past lives. I used to say strange things to my mom. I'd say things like, "Remember when I was a little boy and I could tie my own shoes?" or "I used to take care of daddy when he was my baby and I was his mommy." She'd tell me that never happened. I nodded my head and said, "Uh huh. It did. I used to carry him tied to my back and climb trees with him. And, when I grow up again, he'll be my husband."

To this day those "memories" I shared with her are still in my head as MY memories.

Wow, very interesting.

I've kind of thought about this before. You know how some people seem to just be born with certain phobias? Sure, experts will tell you they developed it from a traumatic event or such, but I don't think that's the case all the time. For instance I've been afraid of feathers (yeah go ahead and laugh) ever since I can remember being alive. My parents assure me that nothing bad ever happened to me involving birds and/or feathers, but deep down I am still afraid. I wonder if this is a fear left over from something that happened in a past life?

Anyway enough rambling from me - I truly enjoyed reading your story and your son seems very special.

I totally agree with that theory. I saw a documentary once about people being cured of their phobias by having past life regressions. This one woman had a fear of crows and vultures. They said in her past life she was a left for dead in a field and had watched the crows and vultures gather around her before she died. How horrid!! But, very interesting.

I've heard of this theory also... and birth marks are scars from past lives

If you believe in reincarnation, then I have a problem with that.

How would you explain this...

About 5 years ago I awoke one morning and started to get ready to go out. My wife was quite startled that I'd got up so early and enquired where I was off too?

I told her I had some things to pick up from my lodgings and my boat moored on a rotting pontoon in the River Lea near Bow in London.

I also seemed to be aware that I had other lodgings to visit in Stratford and Stratford Market but was still trying to work out in my mind where exactly my lodgings were in those locations?

It took me about half an hour before I realised that I hadn't lived in these area's and I was still in a state of confusion, I can still see in my mind the flat in bow, my rotting boat on the Lea.

Some months later I got on my motorbike and went to look at the place in Bow. I found the lodgings but I couldn't get to it because it appeared that a new security system had been put up for the block of buildings my lodgings were located, but I knew if I walked in there I would find my lodgings and there would be a large locker to the right of the front door. I seemed to be under the impression that I had sub let it from a middle aged woman. My things were inside in draws and I had things inside the outside locker and that I also had some possesions in a bow locker in my wooden boat.

I then found the River Lea that was a short distance from the lodgings and sure enough there was a pontoon for boating but this was not the pontoon I'd imagined, it was in the right place but this was a modern pontoon with barges on it. I was quite convinced that there was another old rotting pontoon before in the same position and that my vision from I awoke from was possibly from the late fifties or early 60s.

So this cannot be reincarnation but possibly harnessing onto personalities of souls and spirits whilst in sleep mode.

I get quite a few of these types of dreams the last was that in a dream I felt I was an elderly man who lived above possibly some shops in Rainham, Essex. I loved to hear Traditional Jazz even to the extent that I may have been an amateur musician at some time, I was a keen do it yourself type but that I'd possibly committed suicide by hanging from a tree in a nearby wood because of something I was ashamed of. In the dream I had come back to my flat because I was concerned about a structural fault..there was a lot of emotion as I came back.

This is not reincarnation, I went to check this place out but there were no woods nearby except for some about 3 miles away near Ockendon.

Maybe my son and I have something in common.

Check out some of my other forum subjects and you may see a common pattern, there is something out there that I cant explain but I feel our atmosphere is like a sort of invisible pea soup of all sorts of things floating around, sometimes we may catch onto things floating around and for a short while hitch a lift.

Strange indeed, and I am assuming that in this 'memory' as you said, it was in the 50s or 60s, but you were alive as your current self at the time. Interesting thought, honestly. Have you ever had these memories of other people that were further away from you? I live in the states, and am not that great at Geography, but all the places you mentioned are relatively close, right? Maybe there is a limit on the distance the coinciding spirits or memories can travel?

By the way, please excuse my ignorance, but what do you mean by the term lodgings? In the US it's meant as places someone will reside, but it must not mean the same thing.

Maybe it's another one of those british/american language barrier things...like lorry and nappy and pram and lift and flat and telly and loo.

Yes, this cannot be reicarnation as I was born in 1954. Another place I visited after one of my dreams was Streathham hill in London. In my vision I occupied a house at night and seemed to enjoy switching lights on and off, but my real interest was a house a couple of doors up which was occupied by noisy down and outs and prostitutes although these houses looked quite expensive. I would walk along with them when they walked out of their house and go to a place where there were lots of one arm bandit gambling machines. I would try to talk to this group of people but for some reason they could'nt hear me or see me to my dissapointment. At the end of the dream I saw a vision of a large gravestone with the name 'John Pierre' with two small gravestones, one on each side at an angle. I felt in the dream I was a ghost.

I went to visit this place about 30 miles from my home after looking the name of the street in a map of London. I went by car at night, I got out of a main road near to where the road I was looking for, almost immediately from my parked car I was propositioned by a prostitute?
I declined her offers and carried on with my quest. I wondered, it was highly unluckly I would find well to do properties in the sort of area from what I could see from the main road but as I walked into the residential road I was looking for I could see these were the types of houses for in my dream.

I walked up the road to find the property that I seemed to have haunted in my dream, I think I was looking for number 31..it didn't match the house in the dream but a house a few doors up did?

I then went to find the place that was full of gambling machines and within a short distance I found the place, it was a pub called the Crown and Sceptre, its now been taken over and revamped but the pub fitted with what I had seen in my dream.

A lodgings is exactly what you describe, its a place to live, the lodgings I referred to was a flat in a block of low rise flats.

I have dreamed of a conversation between 2 people whilst in my bunk asleep on a ship, the 2 people were at work the other end of the ship. I later told them of their conversation and they had accused me of not being asleep but listen from a lift shaft, this was not true, but interestingly when dreaming of this conversation I was one of the 2 speaking but I could see a plan view of the 2 speaking from the ceiling. I've blogged this account on this website

Trust me, I was in no way saying that your son was reincarnated...I just mentioned that I believe in it...

There maybe of course something in reincarnation just as the Bhuddists believe in, but I have a view that is almost on the lines of Astral Projection but you do so by taking on the personality of a soul or spirit. After all, the music I most detest of all is Traditional Jazz, but in one of my dreams that I have told I was the personality of someone else who savoured every note played by Kenny Ball and his jazz band. I was remenising in memory the music feeling quite emotional, how can this be? Unless I have the personality of someone else?

Could it be your son over the past seven years has listened to you and your wife telling the story of his birth to friends and family, just like you've told it to us?

This is a possibility as I have mentioned, but I dont think so. I dont think I would have bothered mentioning what colour gown I was wearing or the doctors. There was also his description that everything was white as well. My sons tone of voice was quite unnerving and his smile.

I had seen the same smile once before when footsteps were heard going across the upstairs landing and down the stairs one night. I quickly jumped out of bed to see who it was. The first place I went to was my sons bedroom, he was awake with that smile on his face. I asked him whether he'd got up? and he shook his head whilst smiling. I then investigated down stairs, everything was locked, my son hadn't time to go downstairs and up and that would have been coming up without a noise.

It was earlier that evening when my wife had gone to be and I stayed up watching the TV, she came down the stairs and into the living room with a look of shock on her face and enquired whether I had just come up the stairs?

I asked her why she asked and she replied, 'oh nothing', it was when I'd gone to bed and heard footsteps and investigated it was then she told me she'd heard them going up the stairs earlier and seemed pleased that now I'd also heard the footsteps.

In the morning I asked my son of the incident and he told me he couldn't remember any of it and didn't remember me coming into his room?

AMAZING..and I believe in what your son has said...only because a child would not try and deceive anyone....not like that

Your child says strange things, and then doesn't remember saying them. You haven't taken your child to the doctor yet?!?!?

There are a number of very serious medical conditions that could cause this.

This incident happened quite a few years ago. My son doesn't seem to have any medical problems of a psycholical nature as far as I'm aware.

I myself have had a problem though of memory. I once met some people who approached me and called me by the name of 'Barry', I listened to what they had to say and at the same time I was trying to recollect where I had known them from when it would appeared that I was to be involved in a criminal act of lorry hijacking. I very quickly told them that I thought they had mixed me up with someone else, to which they thought I was joking. I decided to make my exit very quickly pretending I went to the loo.

It was roughly about a couple of weeks later I went to a pub called 'maxwels' when two girls started giggling and were looking toward my direction. I asked what they were laughing at and they told me that I was at the pub a week earlier and that I was jumping on peoples backs for fun. I was astonished at this and enquired as to whether I'd seem drunk to which the girls had to think for a while and they answered, 'well sort of'. I left the pub in a state of confusion as I had no knowledge of being at the pub at that time. The behaviour was not typical of my character.

In fact I tell of a story of a supernatural event that happened on a ship in one of my blogs on here which resulted in a murder, one person didn't believe it, but I recently googled the ship and it appears someone else recalls the event on its final voyage on the SS Orsova

This may seem far fetched to most and reading my accounts seems to be a never ending connection to other accounts, but a lot of strange things seem to have happened in my life time, Although as I grow older these things seem to happen less now.

Also my friends drew me the attention that a woman had been making enquiries about me as I was supposed to have met her at a nightclub and that I'd stayed around her house one night but whenever the woman had been in my local pub I was never there. I thought my friends were having a joke with me but they assure me it was true, then one of my friends jogged me of a time two women came and sat next to me and I had left with one of them in my car. I seemed to have recalled this but vaguely.

These events happened some 20 years ago but 5 years ago for the first time i had my haircut at my local hairdressers, its mainly a ladies hairdressers but from time to time they do mens hair. As the lady cut my hair, she mentioned to the other lady (referring to me)....'Isn't he like Barry? and his hair is very much like Barrys'. I didn't enquire about this Barry character because it was a week or so later that I remembered the account when I was approached by some men who called me Barry 20 years ago. As far as I know, there's no one around here who looks remotely like me.

These events have been a mystery to me for a long time now but 20 years ago I decided to make some changes to my lifestyle after these accounts that concerned me at the time.

There maybe a 'Barry' with criminal leanings around who looks like me, and it would seem he had hair long like i did 20 years ago and short hair like I did 5 years ago, but that doesn't account for a woman who I apparently stayed with overnight and agreed to meet at a night club? A memory loss of more than 24 hours at least? Its only because the woman came looking for me as I was told about that I knew it must have happened?