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Pre Birth Knowledge.
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Pre Birth Knowledge?
Big blue eyes, not baby eyes but knowledgeable eyes. Eyes that had seen things that a child’s eyes should never have seen; knowing eyes, eyes that took in all that happened when the baby was awake.
At the age of two and a half the child began to speak not the things that a child usually says. Real sentences came from the child’s mouth. Its first words were, “You are my Mother.” “Where is my Father, is he at work?” The child’s Mother told her husband about the first words that the baby had spoken. Father told the Mother that she worried too much.
The child had no speaking problems each sentence was a full sentence. His Mother took him from one Doctor to another, she was really worried it was not natural for a baby to speak and follow conversations between grown ups as she put it.
Both parents were not so well educated but the Mother possibly due to a Mother’s instinct knew that the child was not what one considered normal. It came about that the child’s Mother kept the child at home not letting it play outside of the small garden. If she saw the child speaking to other children she would rush and take the child indoors. Neighbours noticed this strange behaviour and the Parents were shunned by nearly everyone in the street. The child reached school age and what the Mother feared most she had to take the child to school. Mother left her child in the classroom with the other children. The Teacher asked each child for its name. Her surprise was such that she could hardly concentrate when she asked Mothers child, her name. The answer shocked the teacher. My name is Martina Goldensmith; I live at twenty-nine Rockweller Street. My Father’s name is Joshua and my Mother is Nancy Barbara Cresswell Goldensmith. This is my first day at a school.
The child was old clever the teacher told her colleagues. I only have to say something once and it is as if she already knows what I am talking about. If she were not so young I would say that she has come back to this world in the body of another child. Her colleagues pooh poohed the idea that someone could come back into the body of a child.
Things were so bad that the other children were saying I don’t know ask Martina she knows everything when asked a question. The Teacher reported this behaviour to the school’s Headmistress who arranged for the child to be examined by a psychiatrist.
The Mother was informed and an appointment was made for the child to be examined. The psychiatrist was a man that took his work seriously. He asked the child’s Mother to have a seat but not to interrupt or answer any questions that he put to the child.
The psychiatrist was more than surprised when the child not only answered his questions but also asked him questions that could only come from an adult with a very good education. He decided to hypnotise the child I will not tell you what his method of hypnotising was but it was very effective.
Question after question were answered by the child not in a childish voice but in the voice of a man that has seen much of this world. The Psychiatrist said, “Tell me about yourself”. The voice deep and powerful my name is Wilber Handelson; I am a successful bank manager, Eighty-five years old and retired. I have two sons and three Daughters. I do not feel at all comfortable in this strange body. If it is possible return me to my own body. Then the strangest thing happened. The child’s voice changed, it became a young voice a voice that was uncertain. The Psychiatrist woke her from her trance and the child started to cry. Mother soothed the child as best she could. The psychiatrist gave her a lollipop, which she gratefully took and they left the Practice of the Psychiatrist.
The child is back at school she has had to learn everything all over again. Now she is well liked by the other kids. Her Parents are very happy that they too now have a normal child not that over clever kid that knew it all.
