A husband and wife had a puppy named "Beibei." Beibei was very pretty
and cute, it had white hair all over its body, and the couple always
kept its hair neat and clean. Everyone in the family loved the puppy
and fed it with milk and ham. The couple would buy anything the puppy
liked to eat.



One should say the puppy was very fortunate. However, as a storm may
arise from a clear sky, the puppy Beibei suddenly died of illness. The
whole family wailed over its death. For months the husband and wife was
unable to get over it. Other people found it unbelievable, "Wasn't it
just a dog? Is it necessary to feel bad like this? I didn't even see
you cry much when your mother died!" Although the comments were
caustic, what they said was true. When the husband's mother died, the
whole family didn't really care much.



One night the wife had a dream. In the dream her mother-in-law told
her, "When I was about to die, you and my son were so into your
business that instead of looking after me, the two of you left me
unattended at home. As a result, when I died, nobody was beside me.
After I died, you didn't cry much for me either. That puppy was me. I
reincarnated into it to demand the debt from you. Do some math and see
how long you had raised the dog and how long you had kept me home
unattended before I died. In addition, I'll tell you where Beibei came
from, and you can do some investigation to verify my words. Doudou, the
couple's daughter, got Beibei from her college classmate, and the
classmate got it from her aunt. So Beibei came from the XX City. The
puppy's mom had five puppies at a time, and Beibei was the cutest one
of them. Go investigate." Then the old woman disappeared mistily from
the dream.



The wife woke up felling strange. She could hardly believe it, but
everything was so real and clear in memory. Everything that had
happened before came into view so clearly: how she and her husband had
left the old woman home by herself, how they only cared about making
money and forgot about fulfilling their filial piety as son and
daughter-in-law, and how the old woman had died wretchedly and
miserably.



To verify what was told in the dream, the wife told her daughter Doudou
to ask her classmate about how she had got Beibei. Surprisingly, with
just a telephone, everything Doudou was told exactly matched what the
mother-in-law had said in the dream. The wife couldn't help walking out
of her home and telling everyone about it, and she was surrounded by a
big crowd. Suddenly a voice said, "So one has to pay back what one owes
others. Then is there retribution for wrongdoings? No wonder other
people say ‘the good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil,' and I
even laughed at them for being superstitious. Alas, there was a Falun
Gong practitioner told me not to persecute Falun Dafa, he said that one
would suffer retribution for wrongdoings, and I thought he made it up!
Hearing your story, I now really believe him. Alas..."



That's right. As a human being, if one doesn't owe others or do
unconscionable things, and especially if treats one's aged parents and
grandparents well, one would at least get a sounder sleep. And these
are the basic requirement for conducting oneself!

Translated from:

http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2006/7/24/38679.html

Stumble It!

IIn February, 1997 I went to visit two psychic friends before going to England. They told me that I would meet a young woman with auburn hair and glasses. They described her as intuitive, often having spiritual dreams and possessing a passion for fashion. They also told me that she would find me attractive.

In April I arrived in England. On the morning of my second day there, I started to hunt for a job. I walked down High street and entered the first recruitment agency I came to. When I saw the receptionist, I was amazed. She had auburn hair and glasses and was wearing a stylish suit to which she brought warmth. Though we'd never met, I recognized her instantly.

She was beautiful and I saw some sort of positive reaction from her. She got up quickly and came out front to speak to me. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Catherine.* We talked for a few minutes about the job in the window. Then, out of the blue, I changed the subject. I asked her, "Why are you are working here, when you're really interested in fashion?" There was a long pause, and then she said, "Yes, I'm interested in fashion." Her look told me that she was wondering how I knew that. She went on, "I used to have a job displaying clothes in the window of a store when I first left school, but it didn't pay much." Later, after I had talked to a recruitment consultant, I left. I waved good-bye to Catherine, hopeful that I would see her again.

That night I had a lucid dream. I could hear the voice of Sarah, one of my spirit guides. She continued to speak as she showed me what she wanted me to see. In the dream I was a Roman cavalry officer, walking through the city of Rome with a fellow officer. I was about twenty-five years old, tall and lean, with dark brown hair, and dressed in military attire - chain mail armour over a tunic, sword strapped to the right side, and sandals [Context, Republican Rome].

My friend paused unexpectedly at a descending stairway. "We should go another way today," he said smiling. "We can drink at the fountain on the way." It was already very warm and I was a bit thirsty, so I agreed and followed him down the steps.

We came to a small enclosed place at the bottom, paved with stone. In the middle was a large circular fountain flowing with fresh water. We walked over to it to drink. I was cupping my hands in the water when I heard the laughter of youthful female voices from above.

I looked up to the right toward a stone balcony. There I saw a beautiful young noble woman, with long, black hair. I clearly recognized her as Catherine, whom I'd just met. She stood between two other women, chatting and laughing. The young women leant over the balcony, carefully spying on the two of us. My friend smiled to me, then waved to them. "Oh, look, my cousin's friends are here," he said. There was a knowing smile on his face, which told me that all of this wasn't just a coincidence. "I know her friend, the one on the left," he said. "I met her last week."

The women came down the stairs, and Catherine came over hesitantly and sat down beside me. I knew that this had all been arranged. She shuffled a little closer and said shyly, "I wanted to meet you." Looking into her eyes, I was completely won over. As we sat there talking, it was a moment of great happiness.

Andrew

He told me a story about how he died. He stated that he was shot in the leg, pointing to a area on his leg where he has a birth mark.

I never believed in reincarnation until my son started telling me stories. At age three, he would tell me he used to be a soldier. He said that he died before he got to be a hero and that he came back to try to be a hero again. He told me a story about how he died. He stated that he was shot in the leg, pointing to a area on his leg where he has a birth mark. He said the wound was not that bad, but he died from the infection. This made me wonder how a three-year-old would know about infections and how "ugly fluid" came out of it. When he was about four, he was ill and had a high fever. He was in his bed taking a nap. All of a sudden, I heard him bouncing off his bed, banging his body off the walls. I ran to his room and he was screaming that he had died again. He was out of control with his emotions, yelling that he would never get to be that hero he wanted to be, that he had a lot of plans for his life and now they were gone. He just kept on crying and yelling that I did not understand what he had planned. It took me about two hours to calm him down and tell him he was alright, and all the while he was telling me his plans to be that hero. Now I believe there is something to reincarnation. - Linda Kronander

Stories of Reincarnation

There are in fact numerous examples of people who can recall their previous lives.

[Thisstory and the one that follows are unusual because they begin with dreams by four-year-old children which involve events about which they would normally know nothing.]

When I was three or four, I started having a particular nightmare that would wake me up shaking with fear. It was a recurring dream in which the same things would happen
every time in exactly the same way.

The dream started with me walking to a table where a man dressed in a military uniform seemed to be doing a kit check. I would then walk on. Next, I would be on board what seemed to be a landing craft of some sort. Straight in front of me were other soldiers. I then have a brief memory of being with a woman at a table with flo in a vase and with two wine glasses. The woman appears to be dressed in a 1940's style dress.

The dream then continues with me on the craft. I look to my left and see two other landing craft. There are tyres hanging over the side with ropes passing through them. The craft I am looking at hits the beach and the ramp drops. I then look forward and a few moments later the ramp on our craft drops and I start running out into the water.

As I exit the craft, there is the distinctive sound of men shouting as they run. I get no further than a few steps from the landing craft when I look up at a pillbox as I'm running. Then a flash comes from the bunker. I fall to the ground and everything goes a yellow white colour and then cuts out.

I have not had this dream for a few years now. I'm sixteen. I joined an indoor target shooting club and the dreams seemed to become less frequent. Two years ago I joined a World War II re-enactment group which portrays the D-Day landings of 1944. Ever since I joined, I've not had the dream again.

I know some may think this dream sounds a lot like the beginning of "Saving Private Ryan," but I can promise you this is genuine. I recall the dreams when I was as young as three or four. I sometimes have an image of the bunker with the flash. Just thinking about it makes me shiver. I cannot explain what causes this dream, but it has been with me all my life.