I've been wondering for the past few years if my Grandson had a past life. I never believed such things were possible, but it's hard to explain some things about him. He is autistic, and very delayed in his language, but before he was two years old he could identify the entire alphabet, both upper and lower case letters. He hadn't even learned the ABC song yet, but could identify them even when the cards were scrambled. We never taught him the alphabet and he wasn't watching childrens shows that taught letters at the time. He has since them mostly forgotten his letters, now that he's in preschool. We hadn't practiced with him that much and didn't think it was necessary to drill a two year old on the alphabet. One time, he could also count to 15 and can't do that any more. He did something last year that I scolded him for. He is normally very sensitive, and I scolded him more than usual. He looked very sad and told me "I want to go home". I felt so bad, and he looked so sad. I asked him if this was his home and he said "no, it's not". That broke my heart. I tried to reassure him this was his home and we loved him. He doesn't have any other family that he visits, so his comment was a shock. Two weeks ago, I was dressing him and had picked out some grey knit shorts and a navy blue sleeveless top. He said "those are my gym clothes". I looked at the clothes and they really did look exactly like gym clothes. He's too young to know what gym class is or that kids wear gym clothes. He doesn't have any brothers or sisters or cousins that he visits and doesn't know any older school kids that have gym class. We lived in Pennsylvania until last year, and he loved doing fireworks there. He had been begging to do fireworks again down here, so we bought some. They only sell sparklers and fountains in PA, but we moved to South Carolina last year and the pack of fireworks we bought were different. The first two we lit shot up into the air and burst into a spray. They weren't very big, but did go up past the house. He seemed really excited at first and kept saying "excellent" and "yes! yes! yes!" but then suddenly ran into the house and wanted nothing to do with them. He didn't seem scared, just upset. They weren't loud, so we couldn't figure out the problem. I tried to get him to just stand at the front door with me, behind the glass storm door to watch them but he didn't want to do that either. We didn't light off the rest and all he's been talking about is that he doesn't want us to light any more fireworks. I promised we wouldn't. Yesterday at dinner, he started explaining how he'd been burned and died. He seemed serious, and tried to get into great detail about where he was burned. It made me sad that he would imagine this, but I just listened. He is still very verbally delayed, so it was weird that he would go into that much detail. I wonder if seeing the fireworks triggered this memory, or maybe the fireworks scared him into imagining what it would be like to be burned. He liked the fireworks at first so where all of this came from was a mystery to me. Could he really have a past life that explains this (including knowing things he's never been taught?) We had lots of weird stuff going on at our house after we moved in last year. I had the house blessed and cleansed to see if it would help. My grandson told us the next day that "the shadow was gone" but he wasn't here when it was done. We never knew up to that time that he was aware of the problem in the house. All the weirdness stopped after that. The person that did the blessing said young kids often have some psychic ability which fades over time. I guess if he has any past life memories they might fade too. I wish I understood this better, or the best way to help him.