I Used to Live There

A Child Remembers a Past Life in Russia

WITNESS

Jerry
Date | 1997-ish
Location | Scottsdale Arizona

THE STORY

I was listening to a past episode earlier in the week. In the episode,, a lady had called in about her son having memories of his “real dad” during a past life and one night woke up screaming because his “real dad being dead.” 

 

It sparked a memory of something that happened when my oldest son was about 3 years old. I’m not claiming this is paranormal. It could simply be something odd. But, it certainly is interesting. At least, I think so.

 

My son was about 3 years old when this occurred. My wife and I had bought him a book, called “My First Encyclopedia.” I decided to sit with him and read a bit.

 

My wife was in the kitchen fixing dinner but easily within ear-shot of our conversation. I was randomly turning the pages and stopping on different subjects with pictures and asking him questions — “What’s this?” “It’s A Tiger.” etc.

I turned to a page with an entry for Russia. I was moving to turn the page because I didn’t figure there’d be anything on that page that would interest him. But he shot his hand out and stopped me. He pointed to a photo of St Basil’s Cathedral and said very excitedly, “I used to work there!”

I repeated back to him, “You used to work there?” My wife, by this time, had moved over to see. He looked at me and said, “Yeah, when I was big and you were little (meaning my son was the adult and I was the child), I used to work there.”

I asked, “What did you do there?” He said, “I helped poor people.” ..Then he got a very sad look on his face and said, “But then the bad people came… I don’t want to talk about it,” and he closed the book.

My wife and I were shocked. I remember just staring at her with my mouth open. When I regained my composure, I opened the book once again to a different page with some animal on it. We talked about that. Then I turned to a page with trains or something and we talked about that. Then I turned to the page about Russia. My son just looked at the page. I asked, “Do you know what this is?” pointing at St Basil’s. He said “No.” I said it was a church in Russia and moved on.

He never mentioned anything about it ever again and he doesn’t have any memory of that moment. I don’t know what it was, and I’m tempted to brush it off as just a little kid’s imagination. But, knowing the history of Russia, the pieces could definitely fit.

Anyway, I thought you might find it interesting too.

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