I am particularly fascinated in people's stories of living previous lives. I used to be interested in the documentary series ''The Ghost Inside My Child'', given that their experiences were so similar to mine, although I am now an adult man. I'll recap my memories and experiences at different stages of my life.
Yes, I have pre-birth memories. This includes the memory of floating around in a dark void, followed by a blinding light, seeing what appeared to be a man with tan-colored skin, and sounds of amusement in the room. These memories came after the memory of my death.
I was an unusually precocious child, despite being a preemie I was able to speak fluently at just ten months of age, and began to run, not walk, a few weeks later. I became unusually interested in putting random tidbits together. I would never sleep during the night and I was incredibly anxious. At around 2-3, I drew very detailed mechanical drawings which I later discovered looked very similar to the types of drawings a draftsman would produce.
This is roughly the time period where I began to speak about a sister and a spouse, who I often referred to as ''sweetie'' though I would later clarify her real name was Lucy, she was squeaky-voiced, wore a white dress and had black hair. I also clarified that she's ''very old, she's over 110.'' I also spoke of a sister I never had, named Mary Ann Jane, Mary Jane Anne, or just Marian. Reportedly I would have dreams of Lucy quite often.
I spoke about being in jail. For no apparent reason I wrote the word in all caps on post-it-notes and my mother discovered them and asked me how I knew how to spell that word since it wasn't taught to me. When she confronted me about it, I told her that ''when I was a man I was in a jail. It was dark and I don't want to be there again.'' It was around this time I also told my parents about the time ''they put a string around my neck and I fell then I woke up here.''It is also interesting to note that I possess a rather unsightly birthmark towards the nape of my neck, which is fortunately mostly occluded by my dense hair. It resembles a rope burn.
Beyond the age of 5-6, I stopped talking about my memories, though I still have some of them, such as the town where I worked, as well as the building where I worked. It was a four-storied, dark brown bricked factory that had a banner with gold-white writing towards the side. I always felt an odd attraction to a certain time period, specifically from the years 1900-1920. Despite my father being an Orthodox Christian I inexplicably followed Judaic principles of the Bible and instinctively avoided certain types of meat.
I didn't believe that my memories would lead to something, but there is one person my friend managed to find, the details of his life and death bearing a stark resemblance to the memories I reported.
It turned out he was a factory-based Jewish businessman falsely accused of murder, who was subsequently lynched; contrary to the article title, he was not that famous although the lynching was notorious in the state of Georgia. He had a sister named Marian and a wife named Lucille. I also looked for handwriting samples, (there were a few) and compared them to mine.
Out of morbid curiosity, I googled the lynching photos (I will not share them here!) and also noticed the rope was not properly positioned, so that the loop of the rope would be digging into the nape of his neck with the knot towards the chin. This is exactly how I recalled it, and I do not remember dying instantly but struggling on the rope for what seemed like a minute or two, while being unable to see. Interestingly, I also have an irrational phobia of anything towards my neck, even turtlenecks. You wouldn't catch me dead in one.
I don't intend on getting any media attention for this, as I'm not that type of person, though I thought I would share this in detail here for those who like reading about these types of things. I'll also answer any questions offered to me.
Edited by Ravenharp, 04 July 2016 - 08:57 AM.