Grigory Borzenko "The world of mysterious, amazing and scary stories Issue ten Reincarnation

Grigory Borzenko
"The world of mysterious, amazing and scary stories
Issue ten
Reincarnation

Episode one
- You won’t believe what I’m going to tell you now! Sit down, otherwise you will fall!
Vijendra looked at her friend as if she was going to tell her about the end of the world.
- What's happened?! Do not scare me…
Zita looked in surprise at her neighbor who ran into the house, out of breath, and immediately looked around, looking for a chair. Vijendra's emotional words scared her so much that she actually wanted to sit down.
- Now I’ll tell you everything!
The guest slipped a stool closer to the confused mistress of the house, sat down next to her, and with the air of a real gossip began her story.
- All this time the story told by your daughter haunted me! That she once, in a previous life, had a husband who villainously killed her! And now he languishes in prison, serving a sentence for his crime. Do not look at me so! I know that talking about this topic irritates you. I myself was surprised how a two-year-old child could say such a thing! But Rina assured me every time that this was not her childish fiction, but the pure truth! She said this with such sincerity that I, frankly speaking, believed her.
- I don’t believe it! “The mistress of the house, who had come to her senses, objected in an angry voice. “This obnoxious girl infuriated me many times when, during trips to the market, she kept looking for acquaintances from her past life in the crowd. And all the time she repeated that she hoped to meet and recognize someone from her past life. Then, they say, they will believe her. Oh, what a dreamer... I'm tired of these whims of hers...
“I understand you...” The guest shook her head sympathetically. “I admit, I myself would be embarrassed if my child bothered with something like that.” But I am always guided by the principle: why not? Anything is possible! You cannot deny anything until you are firmly convinced of the opposite. So in the cases with your Rina, I kept thinking: what if she’s still telling the truth? And this is what I learned today...
The narrator's face again acquired such an important look, as if she was about to publicly announce the previously mentioned end of the world.
- Well... And what did you learn today?
The narrator, smiling mysteriously, continued to remain silent, as if she was deliberately pausing to add even more intrigue to her story.
- That's what! I heard a tragic story about a Sikh family where the husband killed his young wife! Gerdil Singa! Don’t you think, friend, that this is the same story that your daughter has been telling you about all this time? Maybe in her previous life, Rina was Gerdil Singa!
For some time, a ringing silence reigned in the room.
“Well... I don’t know...” Zita said hesitantly, sighing heavily. - Maybe it's just a coincidence...
- There are too many details that indicate that this is not just a coincidence! – The narrator objected in a confident tone. – I didn’t tell you everything! There are a lot of little things and details that match! I heard them from your daughter, and now! When I found out about this case with the murder of Gerdil Sing. Here! Listen!
The longer the guest spoke, the more the hostess’s eyes widened in surprise. It was noticeable that she was struck by what her friend had just told her.
- Now think about it! – The narrator summed up in a solemn, almost victorious voice. “How could your two-year-old baby know with such accuracy what was happening far away!” In a completely different area of New Delhi. I know that you yourself have never been to this area of the capital. And what can we say about the baby! She is exactly who she thinks she is!
The dejected mother silently looked ahead for a long time, trying to rethink what she had heard.
“I don’t really know what to do...” She finally responded.
- I know! – Vijendra said in a decisive voice. – You didn’t listen to my story to the end! Hearing such amazing news, I couldn’t stand it and immediately went to this family’s house! Yes, it’s a bit far, as I already said, in another area of the city. But I didn’t go in vain! Although with difficulty, I found the house of the parents of the deceased Gerdil Singh! It turned out that their daughter's ex-husband is now in prison for her murder! I told them about the story with Rina. If only you knew how long I begged the parents of the deceased Gerdil Singh to agree to meet with your daughter! Although reluctant, the Singhs agreed to meet her!
- They agreed... - The mistress of the house said thoughtfully, drawing out her words very strongly. “Didn’t you think that I wouldn’t agree... Imagine what will happen if Rina recognizes their father and mother in them...”

Episode two
- Mother! Dad!
The girl's joyful cry shook the walls of the room, in which such positively emotional exclamations had not sounded for a long time.
All the adults who were here watched with shock in their souls and with tears in their eyes everything that happened in the Singhs’ house.
And the events here, I must admit, really began to unfold unusual. The kind that made those who were frozen widen their eyes more and more in surprise. And a lack of understanding of how this could even happen! The little girl amazed everyone with her knowledge of something that she, of course, was not supposed to know! Arriving at someone else's house, she spoke with amazing accuracy about what, in theory, she should not know!
So, for example, while in one room, she told in detail what was standing and where, more harmfully, it was standing when she had previously been in this house, the house of her former parents, in another, neighboring room. Everyone understood that little Rina had never been in that room before and could not know it. But when, on Vijendra’s advice, all the adults entered the next room, they noted with amazement that everything was as the girl had said.
“A lot of things add up…” the dejected current mother of the girl responded hesitantly. “There is no chest of drawers or the mirror hanging on the wall that my daughter mentioned.”
She emphasized the words “my daughter,” putting much more meaning into it than it might seem at first glance.
- Yes... - the head of the Singh family answered embarrassedly. - But they were always there... We removed them quite recently when we were doing renovations...
Everyone fell silent, realizing that such important words had just been spoken. Confirming that the girl knows disproportionately more than she could know.
- If you doubt it, then let me tell you many amazing stories from my childhood. No one could know them except mom and dad and us children!
- Sure baby! Tell us! - Vijendra encouraged her.
Rina was already emotionally charged, inspired by the fact that she practically plunged into her childhood. She came to a place where everything was painfully familiar to her. We can all understand her feelings. We all experience this when we come to our parents' house after many years of separation. No matter what you look at, everything evokes a nagging feeling of nostalgia in your soul. Every detail, every little detail, memories of those wonderful, uniquely wonderful times when you lived here.
It was under this apple tree that you children unraveled old blankets, sat or lay down on them, and played with dolls or cars. They loved to climb this tall mulberry tree to the very top, pick and immediately eat the mulberries. Staining my face with her sweet red juice. Here, in this place, in the fall they always lit a fire from fallen leaves. Children gathered around the fire, admired the bizarre dance of the flames, and until late at night they told each other scary, breathtaking stories about ghosts, evil spirits, evil witches and ghouls.
Here, in this small, but breathtakingly cute and cozy bedroom, is your crib. Where sometimes when you were sick, your mom would stay with you late. To comfort you, she sang lullabies and ordinary folk songs to you. She stroked you gently. Her hands smelled of cow's milk and freshly baked bread... She stroked your head with such tenderness and affection that years, decades will pass, your temples will be covered with gray hair, and you will remember those divinely beautiful touches of your mother's hands all your life... All your life! There will be moments when you will be ready to give a lot to press your whole body against your mother again. Drown in her arms, feel like the most protected and happy person in the world...
Rina felt something similar now. She remembered her childhood, her brothers and sisters, and enthusiastically talked for a long time and non-stop about the funny and not so funny stories that she experienced with them.
Seeing how the emotional Singhs kept blinking away the tears that had come from memories in their eyes, it was clear that the girl was talking about what really happened...
- I would like to meet my brothers and sisters! “Suddenly Rina said something like an adult. “I still love them all.” I would hug my little sister especially tightly. I think she won’t be offended if I tease her a little out of old habit. Then she was not offended by my teasing.
- Do you remember what her nickname was? – The head of the Singh family asked in surprise. - After all, she had an unusual nickname...
- Of course I remember! – Rina cheerfully took her away.
After she said this nickname, both Singhs scolded...

Episode three
- You see, Mr. Funton, how much more unusual things can happen in people’s lives! I know that you newspaper people love to write detailed stories. They attract the attention of inquisitive readers.
The owner of the office, psychology professor Dr. Ian Stevenson, smiled ironically, took several folders that he had chosen from one of the many racks and bookshelves, and headed to his desk.
Seated in the visitors' chair, reporter Matthew Fulton nodded his head approvingly.
- I completely agree with you, professor! “He spoke cheerfully, with emotion; it was clear that he was inspired by what he heard. – But I’m interested in the topic of reincarnation not only for the sake of resonant articles. Since childhood, I have been attracted to everything mysterious, unknown and inexplicable. Therefore, it gives me real pleasure to investigate and describe such topics. Although the theory of reincarnation rejects many of the tenets of religion and the philosophical views of society, it has withstood both the test of time and the vicious attacks of professional critics. Such stories may seem like fantastic stories. Perhaps I too would doubt the veracity of some cases that are striking in their improbability! When you hear this, you immediately think: this cannot be! This is so incredible that it cannot be true under any circumstances!!! But when I hear something like this from your lips, I believe that everything was exactly like that!
- You flatter me, Mr. Fulton...
- Not at all! I just know that Dr. Ian Stevenson, a professor of psychology, has been studying just such cases for the last forty years! There is simply no better specialist in matters of reincarnation in the world! That is why I am happy that I was lucky enough to talk with you. That's why I try not to miss a single word you say. I will be sincerely glad to listen to all your thoughts on this topic. And, of course, I will be happy to listen to new, amazing stories! Which I will tell the reader of our newspaper about later. With your permission, of course...
- Allow me! How can I forbid you to do what, in fact, I agreed to this interview for? Of course, it would be great if people knew about such cases. After all, everyone can encounter something like this in their life. Usually in such cases, children begin to tell their parents or anyone else who is willing to listen to them that they remember that they were someone else. In addition to these stories, the children begin to behave differently, which seems strange to their family. Such cases most often occur in children aged two to four years. After five, they, as a rule, don’t remember anything. I won’t undertake to explain this fact, Mr. Fulton. This always and invariably happens, regardless of the child’s upbringing or religious affiliation. What is the secret of this phenomenon, I think, hardly anyone can explain...
- Yes, professor... I agree with you... - The reporter shook his head thoughtfully. – There are so many inexplicable things in all this...
“In many cases,” the doctor continued, “children describe in detail people, places and customs that they could not know. Some show startling and disturbing signs from their past lives. For example, they have birthmarks on the sites of wounds from which they once died. Others exhibit mental characteristics that are unusual for their age. Well... For example, a passion for alcohol, smoking or sexual obsession. Some were representatives of a different gender in a previous life. In this case, they find it difficult to adapt to their new gender, wear appropriate clothes and behave appropriately. And such children cannot be cured using traditional psychiatry methods.
“Amazing...” the newspaperman said thoughtfully, continuing to listen to the narrator, shaking his head. – There are so many interesting things in all this...
“Whether someone likes it or not,” meanwhile, the owner of the office continued, “but in almost every country there are cases when young children remember their past lives and behave very strangely, sometimes like adults.” It seems completely unnatural. One of my patients, a five-year-old Lebanese boy named Imad Elawon, made fifty-seven statements about his past life in the body of Ibrahim Bonhanzi. He allegedly, according to the boy, died of tuberculosis. Of course, I took my time, worked productively, and learned everything about the life of Ibrahim Bonhanzi. So I'll tell you what, Mr. Fulton! The boy's fifty-one statements turned out to be absolutely true!!!
The reporter raised his eyebrows.
- Yeah... - He shook his head sadly and smiled ironically. “This could hardly have happened if all this was just a figment of the boy’s fantasies... I have no doubt at all that everything actually happened as he said.” Could you, professor, give a couple more similar specific techniques?
- Of course! How not to pamper the readers of your newspaper?! Listen!

Episode four
In an Indian village located near the city of Vehedi, in 1954, a three-year-old boy, Jasbir Lal Jet, who lived in a poor family, almost died of smallpox. The poor thing was sick for several days. One day his breathing stopped and his body grew cold. A funeral was scheduled and many tears were shed. But suddenly, the next morning, on the day of his funeral, the dead man suddenly began to move... The completely understandable and understandable joy of the parents soon gave way to surprise and anxiety. Lack of understanding of what is happening. After all, after his failed death, the boy changed in a strange way. He spoke with a foreign accent and mannerisms unusual for his age. He began to call himself Sobha Rem Tyagi, the son of a Brahmin. According to him, Sobha died just at the moment when he himself died. And now the soul of Sobha Rem has moved into the body, disfigured by smallpox! A child from an upper caste. It is not difficult to guess that the boy’s words caused ridicule from those around him. But he was firmly convinced that he was telling the truth! He refused to accept food from the hands of his family members, citing the fact that they were dirty. Most people thought he was crazy. But once…
The narrator made a significant pause. The intrigued listener even sat up a little in his chair, burning with impatience to hear the further continuation of the interesting story.
“One morning,” the professor continued as if nothing had happened, “the boy accidentally recognized Sobhi Rem Tyagi’s aunt in a passing stranger. Much to the surprise of the assembled onlookers, those who had previously mocked the boy, it turned out to be true!!! The woman confirmed the boy's version that her nephew died from a head injury. Most importantly, both children actually died on the same day! At the same time!!!
Matthew Fulton's eyes grew wide with surprise.
- Wow! – He exclaimed in delight. - What a coincidence!
- This is not a coincidence, Mr. Fulton. These are links of one chain. It was this fact that most likely became the reason that the soul of one child passed into the body of another. But let's leave aside assumptions and conjectures. Let's continue to present the hard and undeniable facts. And they are next! When Jasbir was brought to the village where he claimed to have lived in a past life, he called all the relatives of Sobha Rema Tyagi by name!
- How could the boy know their names?! – The reporter was surprised. – Isn’t this confirmation that he was telling the truth?!
- Well, that’s what I’m talking about, Mr. Fulton! – The doctor smiled. - And not only me! Everyone who was present then at Jasbir’s visit to his former home village, where he allegedly lived in a past life, unanimously agreed that the child really knew the area where his old home was located too well! It was impossible to guess as accurately as he did! Everyone, including those who had mocked him before, believed that the boy was really telling the truth!
- Yes... It's amazing. – The reporter did not hesitate to express his sincere emotions. - This is truly amazing...
- You asked me to give examples of reincarnation. So I fulfilled your request. Would you like more?
- Of course! Are you still asking?!
- Well, then listen... This story was told to me by my colleague, child psychiatrist Dr. Hemendru Bannerjee. So, as you can see, I’m not the only one dealing with issues of reincarnation. The case is truly interesting. Listen!

Episode five
A little girl, Romy Chris, from Des Moines, Iowa, one day, and this happened in 1981, began to tell her parents that she was a married man! His name was supposedly Joe Williams. And he died a few years ago in a motorcycle accident. The unfortunate man left behind his wife, Sheila, and three children. Little Romy begged to be allowed to see her former family, who she said lived in Charles City, 140 miles from Des Moines. The girl's parents were passionate Catholics who categorically denied reincarnation. They did not believe that the spirit of another person, who inexplicably returned to earth, had settled in the body of their child. They immediately assumed that the devil had possessed their child! Parents literally exhausted their child with exorcism procedures! After all this did not give the slightest result, and the baby repeated what she continued to insist on, the Chrises turned to child psychiatrist Dr. Hemendra Bannerjee.
Being a specialist in his field, and having examined and listened to the girl, Bannerjee immediately understood what was the matter. He persuaded his parents to make a trip to Charles City. There was nothing left to do but reluctantly, but still agree.
Romi surprised everyone there! She recognized many buildings and places. And, most importantly, she found her former home herself! There the arrivals saw the mistress of the house, whose name was Sheila. One can only imagine how great the surprise of the girl’s parents was when the mistress of the house said that she was the widow of Joe Williams, who died in a car accident!
Shocked dad and mom Romy Chris still didn’t want to believe that what was happening was real. But the little girl, delighted that she had the opportunity to express what had long been accumulated in her soul, immediately began to talk about the details of Joe and Sheila’s life together.
The longer the mistress of the house listened to what the extremely strange unknown girl was telling her, the more surprised her face became and the more tears welled up in her eyes! She just nodded silently in response and occasionally said in an astonished voice:
- Yes... It was like that...
- You see! – Dr. Bannerjee turned to Romi’s even more shocked parents. “You’ll have to admit that the girl was telling you the truth all along.” Otherwise, how could a small child know what was happening 140 miles from her home! Where she's never been before! After all, you yourself stated that from the moment of birth she did not go or travel anywhere further than her home.
“It’s not a hundred and forty miles away…” Sheila said, her voice breaking with excitement. - The point is that she says that no one, no one in the whole wide world, could know about this! Only the two of us knew about this... With Joe...
Tears flowed from the eyes of the emotional housewife in a continuous stream... She hugged the girl and pressed her tightly to her...

Episode six
The author of these lines in a nightmare could not imagine that he would ever write anything on this topic. Because he believed that reincarnation is nothing more than just fiction! Because this can never happen! Because it can never be!
We all know very well where children come from. It is difficult for many of us to believe that your blood, your flesh and blood, to whom you give all of yourself, your heart, soul and boundless love, will one day suddenly declare that he is not your child at all. And the son or daughter of completely different parents! Who live far away! And sometimes two or three centuries earlier!
If someone asked me to believe in ghosts, evil spirits, zombies, vampires, ghouls, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, flying saucers, aliens or reincarnation, I would be ready to agree with the existence of all of the above, but not with the affirmation of the possibility of transmigration of souls. But it turns out that not everything is so simple...
I had previously wondered why I dedicated all my work to Britain. Throughout my life, for decades, I wrote about the Great Geographical Discoveries, about events related to England, where the main characters were the British and only them! The icing on the cake, the highlight of my many years of writing, was the historical trilogy, Doomsday of England. Telling about the Great English Bourgeois Revolution of the seventeenth century. About the stunningly dramatic confrontation between King Charles the First and the leader of Parliament, Oliver Cromwell. The multifaceted work was written in such detail and detail that there were even comments from historians who were surprised at how a Ukrainian, who had never been to Great Britain before, was able to describe in such detail not only the smallest details of the historical events that actually took place in that distant era, but also the details life, clothes, and everything else?! It was then that a seemingly comic suggestion was made that the author had lived in Britain in his previous life.
I became convinced that this could really be the case when I moved to the UK two years ago.
Everything we saw around us was not only amazing! It shocked me! The feeling that everything around was painfully familiar, close and dear to the soul and heart, from the very first minute of being here, was so strong that it does not leave your humble servant to this day! It feels like I've seen it all before! That nowhere and never have I felt as cozy, comfortable and cool as I do here! In the small, cozy, cute and thrice beautiful town of Flint, located near the large English city of Chester, I feel at home! This, I think, says a lot.
One of the British newspapers devoted an entire page to yours truly, focusing on the topic that I raised in this story. For example, English architects noticed that on two of the three covers of the Doomsday of England trilogy, the city of Chester is depicted! The architect of which is unlike any other city in Foggy Albion! They were surprised by the coincidence that, upon arriving in the UK, the author of the trilogy ended up not just anywhere, but in the suburbs of Chester!
They also marveled at the fact that on the covers, drawn ten years before these events, an artist living thousands of miles from the Brotherhood painted exactly the houses and streets of Chester! And not any other city in England!
Yes, it was the author who commissioned the artist to cover the books of his trilogy. But he didn’t say a word about which city should be depicted in the drawings. The illustrator intuitively felt this himself! How these vibes were transmitted to him, which ultimately became prophetic, is unclear...
I don’t insist on anything, and I don’t idealize anything. I’m just saying that everything, as in the cases that I talked about in this story, is possible. I have lived my entire life in my dear and endlessly dear Ukraine. I love her to bits! I dedicated many of my books and songs to Ukraine, my native Kherson, where I lived all my life. I dedicated my most heartfelt works to the even dearer village of Ukrainskoye, Ivanovo district, Kherson region. Where was you born and where did you spend your childhood? Read these books, listen to these songs! They are imbued with love for their native places! Patriotism and the nagging feeling of good relations in one’s homeland are off the charts there!
But, at the same time, I still devoted the lion’s share of my creativity to Britain! This is where I now want to live the rest of my life, die here and be buried here!
What is this?! Why is that?! Perhaps I really lived here in a previous life? Maybe this is really my second homeland? And no one has the right to reproach me that I treat it with as much love as I treat my first, main and fundamental Motherland!
How can I explain all this?! I'll be honest: I don't know...
With this personal example I want to show that not everything in life is so simple. Not everything needs to be denied at once. As some parents of the children mentioned above did, firmly believing that this could not happen! But what if it still can?

Date of writing this story: March 15, 2024,
Place of birth of the story: Great Britain, North Wales, Flint, Bolingbroke Street 135.