WHAT SAY YOU ABOUT . . . REINCARNATION?

On TV tonight there's a show being aired called 'Unexplained,' about a 5-year-old boy from Oklahoma who begins telling his mother extensive details about his past life.  Reincarnation.  Delving into the paranormal as I do, both through my writing and with our ongoing ghostly experiences with 'Cowboy Bob,' (another story,) I thought it would be interesting to pose the question to my friends and family out there who are reading my posts; 'How do you feel about the feasibility of reincarnation?"  How sold are you on the idea that our souls continue on after death, and return to this plane of existence over and over, until . . . what, exactly?

My parents used to tell me they thought I was the reincarnation of my paternal grandmother, who was a concert pianist.  How convenient. Gee, that would be an easy correlation to draw:  I picked up piano easily as a child therefore I HAD to be a pianist in some past life.  Funny thing, though, music has always come natural to me.  My memory for everything else may be sad, indeed, but I can still sit down and call up the classical music I learned before I was ten. Pieces like 'Claire De Lune.' It's like its stored on a different hard drive than everything else.

My parents also used to tell me that when I was still a baby I used to do this weird movement with my fingers and hands all the time (no, besides picking my nose.) They were stopped one day by a concert pianist while out with their strange daughter who was making the twisty-wrists;  the musician remarking that he'd been watching what I was doing with my hands ( mom and dad thought he was about to recommend early psychiatric evaluation.)  Instead, he told them those movements I made were the classic warm-up exercises before a performance on the ivory's.  Hmmm.  I always thought that sounded like a load of crap, probably what I had in my diaper at the time which was making me act that way.  I wasn't convinced by this story in the least.  Then a few years later mom told me another one . . .

Mom was nineteen and riding in a horse-drawn carriage (she had me late in life, so no cracks about my age here, thank you very much!) The horse spooked, took a corner too fast and threw mom out onto the corner of the sidewalk where she fractured her skull.  She was in critical condition in a coma for three weeks.  Almost immediately after being triaged in emergency and settling into intensive care, mom began to speak while unconscious.  In perfect French.  She told me she carried on such conversations in French that the hospital staff brought in a translator, and he visited her every day for those three weeks while they regaled each other with  hours of chatter back and forth.  He was there when she blinked open her eyes for the first time.

She remembered nothing.  She didn't speak a word of French, beyond "Oui."  Knowing how zipper-lipped mom always was, never prone to fantastical tales or exaggeration, I have no doubt she was telling the absolute truth.  Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?  What is out there that we just don't know?


Ever had a bout of deja'vu?  They say those creepy tingling sensations you get are just your subconscious recollecting a similar past life event.  Which is why you have more experiences of deja'vu when you're young; while your memories are still fresh in your subconscious mind.  I have no official position on all this, except to say later, all, and happy recollections . . .