Anonymous wrote:My mother's friend says her son (now an adult) was an "indigo child." When he was very little he told her that before he was born he chose them as parents because they were sweet people, and said some other things that she couldn't explain away.
When I was a young teen, my best friend's Mom took us for readings with a medium. Not like a fortune teller with a storefront, but someone who didn't advertise and met with people in her suburban home. I remember her asking me about my sister... I told her I didn't have a sister. She asked if my mother tries to act like a sister to me, I said no. She said, "Well, I don't know what to tell you; I see a sister here."
My sister was born about nine moths later.
This resonate perfectly with the book Many Lives, Many Masters.
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