What if your child looked you in the eye and told you they were your mother, or a boy from the jungle, or a musician with ‘moolah’?
I Used to Be a Girl With a Green Car
A charming past life memory: a toddler recalls being a woman who played guitar and had “a lot of moolah.” He also remembers owning a big green car and a house that has since decayed. A vivid glimpse into a possible former life of art and wealth.
“When my son was 2 years old, he used to say: “I used to be a girl, I played guitar, and I had a lot of “moolah” (a word we never used, but that’s exactly how he said it). He also said, “When you and Dad were little and went to kindergarten, I was already grown up. I had a big house and a green car” (green is his favorite color now). But he added, “That house has already fallen apart, and the car has rotted away.”
All of this was said by a little two-year-old.
Now he’s almost 5 and doesn’t remember any of it.”
(Shared by YouTube user @Lesya-rb7lp)
The Monk and the Mountain Temple
A powerful reincarnation story: a child speaks in rhymes about God and recalls being a monk in a mountain temple that was destroyed in an invasion. A spiritual past life cut short by violence, yet etched into memory.
“My sister started speaking in rhymes about God when she was just 3 years old. Some time later, she said that she had been a monk and served in a temple located in the mountains. But there was an invasion—the temple was attacked, and everyone was killed.
And her final words were:
“That temple still stands alone in the mountains.”“
(Shared by YouTube user @tori210)
I Was Your Mother
One of the most touching signs of soul rebirth: a young child tells their mother that they once held her in their arms when she was little. A tender memory of reversed roles across lifetimes.
“I remember an incident when I was about 3 or 4 years old. My mom was holding me in her arms, and I said to her: “I remember when you were little and I was big, and I held you in my arms. Now I’m little and you’re big — so you hold me.””
(Shared by YouTube user @d.m3490)
My Father, Reborn
A fascinating case of family reincarnation: a child recalls the sound of a doorbell that no longer existed by the time he was born — a detail suggesting he is the grandfather reborn as his own grandson.
“I believe that my biological nephew is actually my father reborn.
When he was about three years old, he once told me he remembered what our old doorbell sounded like—he said, “a long time ago.” But the thing is, the doorbell was already gone by the time he was born—you could only knock on the door.
That really surprised me and convinced me that my dad was reborn as my brother’s son—in other words, as his own grandson.”
(Shared by YouTube user @user-lw6xt8us6g)
Visions of Samarkand
A recurring childhood vision revealing vivid past life memories: a narrow street in Samarkand, an old man with a donkey, and sand-colored walls under a scorching sun. A powerful glimpse into reincarnation and the soul’s connection to place.
“I’m not entirely sure what it was, but I think it was most likely a memory from a past life.
I must have been around 4 or 5 years old (I clearly remember myself from the age of 3). I was already tall enough to reach the windowsill and look outside, though I could only look upward — I lived on the 5th floor. Through the window, I saw nothing but a patch of sky.
And I remember that whenever I looked at that clear blue sky, the same image would appear before my eyes. It happened every time. It wasn’t a still image either — more like a brief video clip, with movement. I wasn’t surprised by it; I just watched that same scene again and again.
It was only when I became a teenager that I remembered it and realized what I had seen — or rather, I was finally able to describe it.
From the feeling of it, the scene was somewhere in Central Asia — more specifically, Uzbekistan — and I was oddly certain it was Samarkand. The sky was blue, the day was scorching hot, the buildings were low, sand-colored walls. A narrow street.
I saw an old man — gray-haired, thin, with a long beard — wearing a long robe and a turban. In his hand was either a slender whip or something like it. Beside him was a donkey with a kind of saddlebag on either side, both stuffed full.
He walked slowly, and the donkey walked with him.
This image has since started to fade from my memory — the details have blurred — but back then it was vivid. I even saw the colored stripes on their clothes and the bags. Now I just remember the scene in general.”
(Shared by YouTube user @gulnarazeynalova3965)
Before Birth: The Light Cluster
A pre-birth memory describing the soul as a shimmering cluster of light drifting in darkness, hearing a call to be born, and flying toward the light and future parents. A mystical vision of life before reincarnation.
“I remember myself from infancy… But there is something I believe I saw even before I was born. It was probably outer space, and I was a shimmering cluster of light, flying in a closed circle among millions of similar glowing clusters. I felt sadness and impatience. I wanted to break free from this eternal path through darkness.
And then I heard a voice: “It’s time…” — as if something let go of me. I, along with several others like me, shining light clusters, rushed out of the darkness toward the light… and then I remember myself above the porch of the house of my future parents.
This is the memory I’ve had since early childhood. Something tells me it wasn’t just a dream.”
(Shared by YouTube user @tanchamamancha4353)
The Burning and the Ski Jump
Multiple intense past life memories involving death by fire and arrows, life in caves and palaces, and a symbolic preparation for the current life—like a skier ready to jump. A compelling story of soul journeys and reincarnation.
“I also remember a lot. I remember how I was killed in a past life as a little boy, no more than 4 years old, how they burned me at the stake and killed me with a bow, how I lived in palaces and caves … and before this life I was getting ready, it feels like I’m dressed in a ski suit, standing on skis, holding something like poles in my hands, in general in full gear and ready to dive down the mountain and I still can’t decide. And I say “well, here I go” … And then I correct something again, something is wrong, it’s exciting)) and to the side and behind me are my friends, I don’t know who, but I know that they are very good and love me sooo much. They stand and laugh, in a kind way, at my shyness. They see me off. And I say several times “well, that’s it, I’m going”, and still nothing… And then at some point I flew down…
And then heaviness, cold, a feeling of weight, the doctor’s cold hands in gloves… I remember the window and the light in it on the left. Mom said that it was like that. And I thought “well, here we go again”… Rather, it is the realization that you will come to a kind of prison, for a difficult test.”
(Shared by YouTube user @Valeria-xk2pm)
“I Remember My Death and My Birth”
And finally — the story of a woman who remembers her death and funeral in a past life, and whose mother confirmed the details of her birth memory.
This story follows a woman who vividly recalls dying at 37 in a past life, seeing her own funeral, and then being born into this life – all with full awareness. She remembers the wooden maternity hospital, the doctor’s strange question, and even the moment she decided to cry for the first time. Years later, when she described it to her mother, her mother was stunned – everything matched exactly. A powerful account of reincarnation, memory, and maternal confirmation.
“I remember my last life and how I was buried. I saw and understood everything.
I lived in a wealthy family. Our house was huge, like a palace. I didn’t have a family of my own—no husband or children. I was 37 years old when I died, but I don’t know the cause. I was buried by my father, along with about ten other men. I didn’t see any women there. It was summer.
When they began throwing dirt and flowers onto the lid of the coffin, I said to myself: Well, that’s it. This is the end. Close your eyes tightly… and let whatever happens, happen.
And I remember being born into this life.
The maternity hospital was made of wood. A slim man wearing thick-rimmed glasses delivered me. He looked at me with a puzzled expression and then asked my mom, “Is everything okay with the father?”
She answered, “Yes, I think so. Why?”
He said, “No reason… just asking.”
At first, I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel like crying. But then my soul, already inside this body, said, You have to cry now, and I made an effort and cried.
They washed me in a sink.
I understood everything they were saying. I understood Russian!
Up until I was one year old, I remembered everything. But from age two to three, I can’t remember anything. From four or five years old, I began to understand things naturally and remember how we lived.
When I later told my mother—who has since passed away—she asked how I could’ve known what the doctor said to her in the delivery room. She said, You must be someone unusual…
But I’m not. I’m just a regular person. Nothing special about me.”
(Shared by YouTube user @Guzel21)
These stories are translated from comments on this video https://youtu.be/1UUP7Zmso4Y?si=JnjlMRNJ-1G-EvXi (Reincarnation Exists. Future Birth. Past Lives. How to Prepare for a Future Incarnation?)
