<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post114369990387683989..comments</id><updated>2009-11-07T14:42:06.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Where is Prometheus?: children's past lives</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/feeds/114369990387683989/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html'/><author><name>vasilisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114576674720439618</id><published>2006-04-23T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:32:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when my now 15 y.o. was about 4- we went to Gracel...</title><content type='html'>when my now 15 y.o. was about 4- we went to Graceland (as  in Elvis).  we were only inside the home a few minutes before he looked around and said 'I've been here before, you know'.  we pretty much beleived him...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114576674720439618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114576674720439618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html?showComment=1145766720000#c114576674720439618' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://kgirdler.typepad.com/does_she_or_doesnt_she/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114369990387683989' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/posts/default/114369990387683989' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114433984020255954</id><published>2006-04-06T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:10:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I read the same book a few years ago, and I now ha...</title><content type='html'>I read the same book a few years ago, and I now have two children at speaking age (2 and 3) but I'm still waiting to hear about their past lives.  It's hard to tell the difference between their vivid imaginations and what could have been.  Although when my daughter was still a baby, she once raised her hand up in front of her, palm facing out, and distinctly said "how" (the native-american greeting).  It certainly makes me wonder...&lt;BR/&gt;I have had my own visual memories about my past, and I strongly believe that I was a female slave in the south in one of my recent past lives. It explains a lot, actually.  &lt;BR/&gt;Take care,&lt;BR/&gt;Rachel</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114433984020255954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114433984020255954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html?showComment=1144339800000#c114433984020255954' title=''/><author><name>TrueLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14980683762585308305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114369990387683989' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/posts/default/114369990387683989' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114423055638853944</id><published>2006-04-05T05:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T05:49:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sure he'll have a story to tell you shortly. B...</title><content type='html'>I'm sure he'll have a story to tell you shortly. But you must get him to do a picture or something, because he'll forget all about it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;-Bruce</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114423055638853944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114423055638853944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html?showComment=1144230540000#c114423055638853944' title=''/><author><name>888</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15407139577098233830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114369990387683989' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/posts/default/114369990387683989' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114413409560939567</id><published>2006-04-04T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:01:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexys, I do find it absolutely fascinating.  I ca...</title><content type='html'>Alexys, I do find it absolutely fascinating.  I can't wait for him to talk.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Kerri, what about the inventor of the dictionary? :-)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114413409560939567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114413409560939567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html?showComment=1144134060000#c114413409560939567' title=''/><author><name>vasilisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751000715441075002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00115518510800957363'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114369990387683989' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/posts/default/114369990387683989' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114389053654809809</id><published>2006-04-01T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T06:22:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I was something neat. Like an inventor, or ...</title><content type='html'>I hope I was something neat. Like an inventor, or an editor of a dictionary.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114389053654809809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114389053654809809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html?showComment=1143890520000#c114389053654809809' title=''/><author><name>kerri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220937894549452471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114369990387683989' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/posts/default/114369990387683989' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114370603839188073</id><published>2006-03-30T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:07:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's absolutely true. As Soul, some of our experie...</title><content type='html'>It's absolutely true. As Soul, some of our experiences carry over into our present life. How else can you explain any prodigy like Mozart who composed an symphony at age 5 or the myriad of other people who have  knowldge about something with no "formal" training. It is fascinating and the implications are tremendous.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114370603839188073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/114369990387683989/comments/default/114370603839188073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html?showComment=1143706020000#c114370603839188073' title=''/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whereisprometheus.blogspot.com/2006/03/childrens-past-lives.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21967400.post-114369990387683989' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21967400/posts/default/114369990387683989' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>