Reincarnation - Part 2

Reincarnation Story …

The one that opened the door to the idea
that Reincarnation may be true

The experience I write about here is true.  It is the experience that opened the door for me with regard to considering the idea of reincarnation. Prior to this, I had no real thoughts on the matter one way or the other.

My maiden name is Katherine Duncan Hendrick. I was named after my great grandmother, Katherine Duncan Miller. Grandma Kate, as she was called in our family, died when my grandfather was only two years old. As the story goes, she found herself pregnant with a fourth child. This happened around the time of the Great Depression and times were hard. Not wanting to burden the family with another mouth to feed she tried to abort the pregnancy. Complications resulted in her early death and left her three children without a mother.

When my Great-Aunt Frances passed away, my grandfather asked her daughter (his niece) for a ring that had once belonged to Grandma Kate, saying he would like to have the ring repaired and give it to me since I was her name sake. I was thrilled with the beautiful little antique garnet and pearl ring. Not only did I like the ring, it was the first time I’d been given a family heirloom and I was genuinely appreciative. For a while, I wore the ring all of the time. Gradually, I became “uncomfortable” with it. I couldn’t explain it, but I took it off. Then I’d put it back on again. Gradually, the feeling became so strong that I could only wear it a few hours at a time. It eventually found a home in my jewelry box and I quit wearing it entirely.

I had never been to a psychic before, but one of my friends had heard of one here in the Atlanta Area and wanted to go. This was not too long after I’d moved to Atlanta, so it would have been more than 25 years ago, about 1983. Four of us made appointments and went to see this woman. I took the ring with me, and well into my session I brought out the ring and asked the lady about it. I told her I had inherited the ring, the person whom it had belonged to had died at an early age and therefore no one in the family knew her very well. I asked her if she could tell me anything about the ring or its former owner. She held the ring for a few moments and then began talking. Some of what she told me I could confirm was correct, some I couldn’t correlate with what I knew. She new the number of children she had, that the woman was from Virginia, a teacher ... then she suddenly stopped and I could tell she had a piece of information she wasn’t sure whether to tell me. I remember thinking … “This is it; she knows whatever it is that causes me to feel uncomfortable about this ring!” I looked her dead in the eyes and told her, “I can see that you are hesitating to tell me something, but whatever it is, I want you to tell me.” She asked me if I was open to the idea of reincarnation. I told her that I didn’t know, that I’d never given it consideration, but I was open to listening to what she had to say. She then told me, “I think you WERE this woman.”  It was only at that point that I shared with her that the ring had belonged to my great grandmother whom I’d been named for, and that I had become uncomfortable wearing the ring. She suggested two books on reincarnation for me to read, which I did follow through and read soon after. She also explained to me she thought the reason the ring made me feel uncomfortable was that on some level, I recognized the ring, but since I didn’t understand it, I was uncomfortable with the feeling. Interesting, stuff, huh? Well, you would think the story ends there, but it does not.

Months later when I was visiting my Mother and Grandfather, I told them about my visit to the psychic (bad idea). Being more traditional, and not nearly as open minded as I am, not only did they find my story uninteresting, but they were down right offended and angry. The idea or suggestion that I might be a reincarnation of my Great Grandmother went over like fingernails on a chalk board. Therefore, I quickly dropped it, planning never to bring it up again. Years later I got a phone call from my mother. She asked me if I remembered telling her the story about the psychic telling me I was a reincarnation of Grandma Kate, and how angry she had become. “Yes, I remember”, I replied. Her answer, “I have been doing some genealogy research and have come across a piece of information that I must tell you about. I never had any idea of this before, but I just found the date of Grandma Kate and your great-grandfather’s wedding anniversary. It is December 16th, the same as your birthday. I thought you should know.”

If you read books on reincarnation, they do agree on some ideas. Souls tend to gravitate to one another through many lifetimes, though the relationships may change. It is not thought to be an unusual phenomenon for a soul to have the same, or a similar name, through more than one lifetime. Therefore, the woman who did my reading was not surprised when I told her that I was the namesake of my Great-Grandma Kate, instead it only confirmed to her that her reading was accurate. For me, it opened a door of exploration since I had no strong feelings about reincarnation one way or the other. The coincidences seemed to uncanny to ignore.