Got a chance the other day to confront an under-2-year-old with the reincarnation question “Do you remember when you were big?”
She nodded her head vigorously. But when I asked her what it was like, she grew fearful and drew back against her mother. I apologized and reassured her that everything would be all right.
Later I got to wondering why the fearful reaction? Was her past life, or the end of it, that awful? Or was she just shy?
Her mother told Barbara Ellen that her grandmother (the child’s great grandmother) was convinced the little girl “has been here before.”
UPDATE: Barbara Ellen notes that the girl was born deaf in one ear.
If you don’t believe in reincarnation try asking a 2-year-old sometime the following: “Do you remember when you were big?”
A friend of Barbara Ellen’s did that and was astounded by the little girl’s offhand reply: “Yes. I was a nurse.”
UPDATE: After the friend got over her shock, she asked the little girl for more details. To which the girl replied: “Move on, move on.”
Came home from fiddle lesson to find a big orange and white tabby cat asleep on one of the patio chairs. I seem to remember seeing him (her?) lurking around the back forty the last few days.
When I saw him (her?) in the chair, my first, irreverent thought was: Debra, you came back as a cat? I seem to be getting over the shock of losing her. Though not the fact of it.
UPDATE: Like Garfield, Mr. B. said. Like that, yes.