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Things Children Say

A reader sent me a link to a Reddit thread which I hadn't seen before, about the odd stuff that very young children sometimes come out with. I thought I'd pull out some of the more interesting ones.

There are actually two threads, this recent one, and another from a year ago. Each paragraph is a separate story. I won't add any comments - sometimes it's good just to listen.

When my little sister was younger she used to walk around the house with a picture frame with a picture of my great grandpa in her hands crying and saying "I miss you Harvey." Harvey had died before even I was born. Other than this common occurrence my mom told me that she would constantly say things that my great grandma Lucy would say.

While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door. She kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, "the man." To which I replied, "what man?" She then pointed at the closet and said, "the man with the snake neck." I turn around and nothing was there. I'm afraid to look into the history of my house to see if anyone hung themselves in the closet. At least she wasn't scared.

Why are you crying? "Bad man." What bad man? "There." Points behind me at a dark corner of the room. Lamp on bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look. She slept in our bed that night.

Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied "Oh, nobody 'scroofs' me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I'm here." She said this like it was nothing.

My 3 year old nephew was at my cottage. He's asked me numerous times about the "girl over there" while pointing at one of the back bedrooms. The place is small, and there is definitely nobody there so I just dismiss it as a really active imagination (he has lots of imaginary friends) . . . Then some friends are visiting and they have a daughter around the same age. She has never met my nephew. Twice in the one day she asked about the "pretty girl" while pointing at the exact same room. Definitely caught me out and I didn't know what to think . . . Then at Christmas my family was over at my place and my nephew points at a picture of my wife and asks if she is coming to visit us here or does she just stay at the cottage. My wife died ten years ago. Personally I don't really believe in paranormal stuff so it's probably just my logical brain putting together a bunch of kids ramblings but it definitely got my attention.

When I was about 4, I would remember talking to "Mr.Peterson" whenever I was at my grandmothers house. He looked like a hobo from the great depression and had a guitar and sang me old timey blues, he told me that he died when he fell of a train he was riding whist drunk on moonshine. I stopped seeing him when I was about 6. Anyway, 6 months ago I found my dads old acoustic guitar and started playing, and my little cousin told me "Mr.Peterson is proud of you!" And left.

When my daughter was around 4 or 5, we lived in a house that had been converted into three separate apartments. We lived in the basement portion. Because of the way they converted the house there was a small recessed area under one of the stairways that formed a small closet/storage space in her room. One night while she was getting ready for bed I overheard her talking to someone in her room. I poked my head in and asked if she was calling for me. Her words - "No. I was talking to the little boy who lives in my closet... He's dead."

A good friend of mine and her husband bought what is considered an 'old' house around here. (Western Canada...not many houses over 100 years old). They were renovating the basement one day while I was visiting. I was down there alone with their son, who was barely 2 at the time, and could not yet speak in full sentences. He took my hand and led me over to a brick chimney-like thing thing, with a rusty metal door on it. He looked up and said 'That's where the dead babies go.' . . . I was horrified. Firstly, because, like I said, the kid could barely talk, let alone say something like that. I doubt he even knew what 'dead' meant. I'm positive that no one would have told him that, and there were no older kids around that would have said that as a joke. Still creeps me out to this day.

My wife was getting my 2yr old son up one morning. He was standing in his bed/crib. As she said good morning and walked over to him he picked up her shirt a little and crooked his head to the side. She asked him what he was doing and he said, "looking for my baby sister in your tummy." She laughed it off as a weird kid imagination thing. We found out later that at the time she was 2 weeks pregnant and it was, in fact, a girl. We are due in September. We had never really had the talk about where babies come from nor did we talk about having another child at all around him. So spooky.

When my little sister first started talking she used to say some really disturbing things. She used to tell us about how her old family would put things inside of her and would make her cry but her Daddy eventually burned her so much that she was able to find us, her new family. She spoke about things like that from the ages of almost two to four, she was much too young to have ever been exposed to any content where children, or anyone else could be sodomized, so my family has always thought she held memories of a prior life.

Between the ages of two and six my son would tell me the same story of how he picked me to be his mother. He said something about being with a man in a suit and picking a mother that would help him accomplish his souls mission (I'm atheist, so we didn't discuss spirituality at that point, nor was he raised in any sort of religious environment). The way he described it was that it was similar to grocery shopping, that he was in a bright room with people who were lined up like dolls, and that he picked me. The man in the suit asked him if he was sure, he replied that he was, and then he was born . . . My son also had an early fascination with WWII era planes. He could identify them, their parts, what region they were used in and the like. I still have no idea where he got that information. I'm a science gal, his dad is a math guy . . . We have always called him "Grandpa" because of his peaceful and gingerly demeanor. This kid seriously has an old soul.

My nephew when he first began really talking in sentences told my sister and her husband that he was "so happy he picked them". And then went on to say that before he was a baby he was in a bright room and saw lots of people and he "picked his Mom because she had a nice face".

When I was young, like maybe two years old, my grandma was in the hospital, dying of cancer. Obviously i had no idea what was going on, but apparently one day when my mother and aunt were watching me, I suddenly looked at them and said "Only one Grandma." . . . They kept trying to convince me otherwise, that no, I had two grandmas, but I kept repeating that line over and over . . . Then the phone rang. It was my uncle calling to tell my mother that my grandma had passed a few minutes ago . . .

My brother had a similar experience as a child. We had gone to visit my grandparents earlier in the day and everything was fine. When it was time to go to bed my brother, he was about 5 at the time, started crying and saying he wanted to "talk to Papa because he's sick". My mom and dad kept assuring him that he was fine as we were just over there earlier in the day. My brother wouldn't stop screaming so my mom called my grandparents. My grandma was awake and said my grandpa was asleep but she decided to take the phone into his room so he could talk to my grandpa. When she went in to the room my grandpa was unresponsive and had just had a heart attack. Fortunately for him my psycho brother knew somehow and he was able to survive. That was 23 years ago and my grandpa just passed 2 years ago . . .

My mum's dad died 10 years before I was born. I was about 6 or 7 when my parents divorced. The day before my mum told me they were divorcing apparently I was at the kitchen table drawing or something while my mum cooked tea. She says I stopped instantly and looked toward the front door as if I'd heard it open. I stared for a long time, then giggled, turned toward my mum and said "Grand-dad says don't worry, everything will be okay and he won't let anything bad happen." I then began humming and went back to my drawing. My mum says it's the single creepiest thing that's ever happened to her, and I have no memory of it happening.

According to my mom when I was younger I would tell her about how I had died in a fire a long time ago. I don't remeber that but one of my biggest fears is my house burning down or Just being around open fire scares me.

While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door. She kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, "the man." To which I replied, "what man?" She then pointed at the closet and said, "the man with the snake neck." I turn around and nothing was there. I'm afraid to look into the history of my house to see if anyone hung themselves in the closet. At least she wasn't scared.

When my sister was little (like three or four), she explained about how she used to be black until the soldiers came to raid her village and how she died when they shot her family and set fire to the hut . . . I'm still not sure if she somehow encountered the concept of Africa on the radio, or what. And she doesn't remember it anymore.

The most detailed one I ever heard was actually delivered second-hand through my friend's mother. Apparently beginning around the time my friend could form sentences until he was little more than 2, he would go on and on about how he was a Native American named Conchon and that after his wife and son got sick and died, he moved to a mountain to live by himself with his horse. He died of a broken neck when he fell into a ravine.

As someone who frequently gave details of a past life, I can confirm I have absolutely no recollection of the life I supposedly lived before this one, but I do remember one time when I was about five giving a detailed story of being a viking executing someone. I used to always give very detailed stories of when I 'was a viking on the ship' and they always went together. I said that I was part of the same family and what not. Later found out that my family actually was vikings hundreds of years ago, and the names I gave were real people. Again, I have absolutely no memories of the viking days, just the one time I told the story.

I had one of those when I was young, we were walking along and there was a plane flying over head and I pointed at it and said "I can't wait to get a new one" my dad was obviously kind of confused and asked what happened to my old one and I said "it crashed so I came here", also strange side note, I have a line of birthmarks on my left shoulder that perfectly follow the curve of my shoulder and I have frequent dreams about being attack by a shark, what happens is I am floating in the water with a lot of fire everywhere and a shark grabs me by my left shoulder and drags me down. (See here for a picture of the birthmark.)

My mother told me this story once that a woman she worked with told her, about how her son used to speak French in his sleep, even though he couldn't speak French while awake. It turned out he had been having a series of dreams where he was a French fur trader in colonial era America (or pre-colonial?).

According to my father, when I was a toddler I had a nightmare and woke up screaming, and told him about how I was stuck in a burning building with a bunch of people jumping out windows. Keep in mind, we lived in an incredibly rural town in Portugal at the time and had no television or internet, so there was no way the concept or image of a burning highrise could have gotten into my head. My father thought it was weird, and wondered if that could have been how I died in a past life or something.


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With all the abundant anecdotal evidence in the world (or testimony, depending on your perspective), I simply can't understand how materialist-style Scientism can keep such a grip on the Western psyche. Every day, it looks more and more like a widespread human pathology. How do you break the spell?

Oops, sorry. I used the word "spell". I guess my magical thinking is flaring up today. :)

"With all the abundant anecdotal evidence in the world (or testimony, depending on your perspective), I simply can't understand how materialist-style Scientism can keep such a grip on the Western psyche.

I think you answered your own question; it's due to the materialistic-style scientism.

When my now 30-year-old son was barely two, he used to talk about "before, when he had brothers." (He has no brothers.) He talked about having guns in the attic (we had no guns or attic) and about a big storm with a tree falling down in the yard. (He was telling me this because he seemed a bit anxious about a thunder storm we were experiencing at the time.) He was not a boy who had an easy way with words, and his use of past tense was very interesting to me. Oh, and we also had no television - guns were definitely part of the family psyche in any way.

One day we were driving through a nearby town - he was still very little because he was in his carseat in the back of the car. He looked out the window when we drove past this old farm house and yelled, "That is where I used to live!"

Many years later, when he was an adult, for the fun of it he and I decided to drive past the house. We pulled into the driveway and noticed they were selling their own wheat, so we took that as an invitation to get out of the car. The owner was not there, but a caretaker was, and imagine our surprise when he invited us in to see the house! My son did not recognize anything, but the coincidence of our being able to enter the house amazed us both.

Rabbitdawg Llewellyn it isn't just it keeps a grip on the Western psyche it actually overwrites it and the East's starting to succumb to it too.

To give an example a few years back I was watching a reality TV show about a doctor's surgery and the patient was describing his symptoms "It feels like I've got an iron bar in my chest." Looking momentarily flummoxed the doctor now said "Oh you mean you're experiencing discomfort and pain in the chest region" and proceeded to write that down.

The patient's body language very much suggested though that WASN'T what he meant and as it happens I myself've experienced variations of exactly the same thing throughout my whole life so I was pretty sure what he was referring to was the sensation there's a solid tube of metal weighing at least a few pounds horizontally embedded within the structure of your chest.

Nor's this anything new because we have ancient accounts of shamans from all over the world describing how the gods tear out body parts such as organs or bones and replace them with metallic or crystalline structures.

And then of course there's the supposedly modern phenomenon of people reporting being abducted by aliens and discovering metallic and crystalline structures embedded under their skin not to mention morgellons.

And in fact researchers've begun speaking out about this phenomenon where cultures're gradually losing their ability to describe and emphasise different aspects of any illnesses they undergo in their own terms.

Many'll say this's merely differences in style and of no account but setting aside the issue of the nocebo effect where someone's misdiagnosed as having say cancer and then goes on to actually develop cancer there're innumerable cases out there of mismatched strengths of doses not to mention misprescribed treatments and how much of this's down to patients saying "iron bar in chest" and medics writing down "chest pains" instead?

i love these stories, thanks for making me aware of the reddit thread.

Scanning the Reddit thread from a year ago, I noticed an entry by a lady under the internet alias of "wentwhere". She mentions walking into a San Diego train station, and suddenly reliving a memory of being a boy in that station in the 1920's. She gives an incredibly detailed and convincing description, which she later confirms by researching the train station and clothing styles. In fact, her research is what led her to the 1920's era.
I looked at her previous entries, and she seems like a sane, socially balanced, intelligent lady.

Sadly, she "doesn't want to believe in reincarnation, but wtf." That sums up situation. Some folks just don't want to believe in the "paranormal". Caught in the crossfire of zealous materialism, fundamentalist religions, actually fraudulent hucksters and their credulous followers, it's no wonder why 'normal' paranormal experient's question their own sanity and push their spiritual experiences to the side.

Good comments.

Interesting amount of traffic for this post - way above the usual. It's obviously something that strikes a chord.

It did stroke a chord over at Reddit too - someone started a "subreddit" about past lives:

Rabbitdawg wrote:
"Sadly, she 'doesn't want to believe in reincarnation, but wtf.' That sums up situation. Some folks just don't want to believe in the 'paranormal'."
Yes it does... Many years ago, while I was having a discussion with that sort of person, the Universe dropped the perfect counter argument into my head. I swear, it felt like the idea was handed to me already formed; I certainly didn't come up with it on my own. As my friend was in mid-scoff, saying that such things are just not scientifically feasible, I interrupted him to ask, "Are humans perfect?" He looked at me oddly and kept scoffing. I stopped him and asked again, "Are humans perfect?" Of course he answered "no," to which I responded, "If humans are not perfect, then their science cannot be perfect. Therefore science cannot know everything there is to know." I could actually see his world-view short circuiting. He just stood there looking at me, going "But... but..." It was hard knowing what I'd said caused him ongoing difficulties for a long time, but I have to think that sense of the Universe handing me this complete thought was its way of waking up my friend to something greater than the world as he knew it.
Many years later, his 2 year old daughter started saying the same sort of thing the kids in this thread have said. His wife remembered the discussion he and I had and asked me about what her daughter. I told her everything I knew about the theories of why young kids are still open to these experiences that adults have been taught to dismiss (or simply cannot physically experience anymore). She wanted to know what to do. I said not anything, really. Don't discourage her, but don't encourage her either. The first will quash whatever latent ability she may have, the latter may cause her to start making things up in addition to whatever she may really be seeing/hearing/knowing. As with many other little ones, this one's ability passed with age.

These children stories are really fascinating. They do indicate that small children have greater psi-abilities than grown ups. Many small children seem to see and communicate with spirits. The curtain between here and there is up. Why does it go down (it doesn't for everybody)? What are the differences between adult spirit spotters and the rest of us. How come they have preserved or reawaken their abilities? Is it possible to regain them also for an ordinary adult, or is the loss permanent?

I think that the answer to my last question is that many of us to some extent can regain the ability to perceive spirits in our awake state, but that it can be difficult and even negative. The risk of successively slipping over from psychical order (well, at least relatively speaking) to disorder shouldn't be neglected. And assumed spiritual messages must be interpreted with care. Our minds definitely can create vast collections of different apparitions and also communicate with them, but what will be behind these imaginations? Our subconscious can play games with us.

A great imagination and a cool instant acceptance of things they perceive, I think are reasons for these kids experiences. Whether fantasy friends, past life stories or ghost sights, the absence of fear (a few stories tell the reverse, but I think the experienced fear will decrease these kids psi-abilitities) and the absence of psi-oppressive beliefs might partially explain why our psi-perception fade away when we integrate into society. Another, perhaps more significant, reason can be the development of the brain. The neuron network being formed adapts to the physical reality, some signal ways become more important, other less (e.g. psi-related).

Once, my wife and my little daughter slept in a house we visited regularly A ghost that we (probably) knew did also hang around there. My daughter didn't ever mention she saw him, though my wife occasionally glimpsed the ghost (I never saw him). One evening in the bedroom, just after my daughter seemed to have fallen asleep beside her mother, the closed door was partially pushed open. My daughter immediately sat up in the bed, looked towards the empty area inside the door and said: ”a ghost”, then laid down again and continued to sleep. My wife didn't see anything, but it certainly took a little bit longer time for her than for my daughter to relax.

My present view: Psi-experiences move from the awake state of the small child, open to the psi-world, to the safe-guarded dream state or a similar relaxed brain state of the adult (or child). Dreams are a waste source of psi-related information. The problem is to filter it out, but there can be certain markers. By (mostly) restricting 'spiritual messaging' to dreams, we avoid the problem that they will interfere with our daily life in a way that could have a negative impact on it. I know of a tragic story that strengthen my view. Eventually, I will share it with you later in this thread.

My all-time favourite story about the psi abilities of children, which may admittedly be an urban legend, is this one which I found on another blog:

" I was telling my friend Carmen about my visit to a friend's house and about Maria, his daughter, in particular.

"We were vaguely talking about small children and strange things they do, when the conversation turned to a book that Carmen had read parts of. I think her family owns it.

"In the prologue to this book with no title, the author with no name recalls the events immediately following the birth of one of her children.

"At the time, the couple already had a two-year-old son. As soon as the newborn was brought home from the hospital, the two-year-old son asked to hold the smaller child. But when the infant was put into his arms, the boy would specify that he wanted to be ALONE with the baby.

"Understandably, the parents were unsettled and didn't think this was a good idea.

"Hell, even I felt apprehensive just HEARING the story.

"Anyway, a few months went by and still the two-year-old insisted that he wanted to be alone with the baby. The parents put it off as long as they could, hoping that the older kid would forget, but his demands just got more and more persistent.

"Finally, they agreed to leave the two very young children in a room alone for a few minutes. Standing just outside the room, they listened for anything out-of-the-ordinary, while their son was FINALLY alone with the baby. And this is what they heard.

"The two-year-old said to the newborn: "Tell me what God is like, cause I'm starting to forget.."

(If anyone can trace the provenance of this story I'd be very interested. Sounds like a lovely urban legend, but maybe not...)

The most touching is the story Amanda Berrys 6 year old told about why her spirit chose Amanda to be her mother and Ariel Castro to be her father.

Thanks for this, Robert! Great thread.

"The most touching is the story Amanda Berrys 6 year old told about why her spirit chose Amanda to be her mother and Ariel Castro to be her father."

What's the story, Adam? I can't find it.

Also, has anyone here read anything by Carol Bowman? She's my favorite author on children's past lives, and some of the stories in this thread remind me of the material in her books.

Both her books are superb, but if I had to recommend just one it would be Return From Heaven. It's chock full of compelling case histories told with a great deal more warmth and human interest than you'll find in Ian Stevenson's books. (Which is to not to downplay in any way the importance of what he accomplished.)

It's really mind-twisting, thinking about spirits being reborn again, in new human bodies. Can't help stumbling on the implications, though. Definitely, some kids seem to talk as if they were reborn souls. But, an alternative explanation is that they have picked up these memories from the unknown. Perhaps from a spiritual companion? Or how should we deal with the taking over of the baby's body? What happens with the original mind being formed in the fetus? Does the 'trapped spirit' combine with the free one, or perhaps more adequate, do the two 'minds' dissolve into each other? And if so, won't the intruding one (loaded with so many memories?) take over? If one spirit can rent an apartment, why not several?

I have hard to imagine the fetus as an empty sack, ready to be filled by the spirit of a deceased. If so, where did that spirit first evolve? There should be a moral dilemma about this in the spiritual realms. Taking over a body I personally regard as a hostile action (I hopefully won't engage in it myself). There are some tricky questions to be answered, I think.

I think spirits can influence humans, especially small ones, more than we usually understand and that the great extraordinary perception some kids have probably can integrate other's past experiences into their own mindsets. This is perhaps a bit controversial. I don't wish to offend anybody with strong beliefs in reincarnation. But, you are welcome to give me the counter arguments. The reincarnation theme sounds appealing in some aspects, but perhaps the 'attachmentation' even more, at least to me.


I think one can make a very strong philosophical argument for reincarnation. If we have rejected the materialist argument that consciousness is always equivalent to brain activity, the question then arises, where do spirits/consciousnesses originate from? If reincarnation is rejected, one now has a new and very difficult philosophical problem of explaining how a new spirit is conjured up from nothingness. Reincarnation at least provides a simple answer by adding in conservation of consciousness (similar to the existing conservation laws of energy, momentum, charge, etc.). So reincarnated spirits cycle around and around and then you can also take the theory that the Universe cycles around and around from Big Bang to Big Bang using recent cosmological arguments. Now you never have to worry about the logical problems associated with creating entities from nothing! And it's all very similar to Hindu beliefs.

I would think that the fetus gains the new spirit when the brain first has the potential for consciousness. This would depend on the size and interior environment of the brain in quantum consciousness theories. So no mind is ever replaced. Instead, the reincarnated mind exists in the brain from first opportunity.


An addendum to my comment: If you read the 14 books of the Wheel of Time series there are some very powerful comparisons between cyclic/reincarnation cosmologies and cosmologies which evolve only one way (towards a better world?). This comes near the end so there's a LOT of material to get through first.

I think Robert Jordan makes a very powerful case for reincarnation over Heaven. Heaven is a stasis which becomes like death when individual personalities are destroyed.

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