I Was a Deaf Child Thank you for your wonderful site. I love having a place to post this memory. It is comforting to know I am not the only person with these kinds of memories. My mother remembers me telling her this story over and over again when I was as young as three years old, and now, at 30 years old, I still see the vision very clearly. I was a young deaf girl, maybe 4-6 years old when I died. I don't know how I died, I don't have a memory of my past "life", but rather the memory of "passing on" or "going to heaven". Here is how the very clear memory goes: I died with a person I knew was my older sister in that life. I just remember being drawn by some powerful force to go into a forest. I was instinctively drawn to go there, running as fast as I could into this forest. I wasn't fearful at first, just feeling the urgency to get into the forest. My "sister" was chasing behind me, begging for me not to go into the forest, I could "feel" she was terrified for me, but I was not concerned with her, I would not stop, I was only focused on getting into that forest. I was running fast and she kept right behind me. I CLEARLY remember the sun beams shining down through the trees onto the forest floor. I heard my feet crunching the dry leaves on the ground as I was running, and I remember thinking, "I must be dead, because I can hear the leaves crunching." It was at that moment that I also became terrified. We continued into the forest and approached a small dome that was glowing with a bright white light. Even though we were afraid, we knew we had to go into that dome. We entered it together and hunched down behind some kind of seat or bench which was also glowing. We huddled down and hugged each other in absolute terror, perhaps because we knew we were dead or dying. In the next instance, appeared a man with a long white beard, long white hair and mustache. He was wearing a long white robe and was glowing. His light was as bright as the sun but you could look right at him. He opened his arms to us and in that moment all the fear went away and I felt complete contentment. That was the end of the vision. I don't know if the forest was just a crossing ground into God's realm, or if we were killed in a forest. I know that reincarnation is real. The more I think about reincarnation, it is the only thing that makes sense. I think heaven is a resting place in between lives. Reincarnation just glues all the "why are we here, and what happens when we die" pieces together. I grew up to become a radio DJ. I think my passion and appreciation for music is a result of being deaf in a former life. Years ago I tried to do a past life regression with no luck. I would love to know who my "sister" was and what happened to us. This memory has been with me my whole life. Perhaps since I was deaf, my other senses were stronger and allowed me to retain this memory. Whatever the case may be, this has been the biggest mystery of my life. Thanks for reading. I appreciate anyone's feedback.