@RobinWren Some elaboration on "but i do recall and have seen evidence of reincarnation in my own children." Even without a lot of specific details this will be somewhat long, remember it was requested.
i have had memories not only of past lives but of 'between' lives. i remember my consciousness choosing to inhabit the infant my mother was carrying; talking with a 'guide, advisor' of some sort about pros and cons of those parents to foster my soul's progress. i very much wanted the father, but was concerned about how 'needy' the mother was. i was told--"It's a package deal, to get him you have to take her." And i risked it, worth it.
Just as confronting traumatic memories from one's current life can help one put them safely in the past (not necessarily painless, but memories not moments one relives full force) where they have less negative influence on our emotional states and behavior. i have said elsewhere on SF that from childhood i was a mostly fearless person--i respected natural forces etc but didn't
fear them. The one exception was claustrophobia, that i often forgot about until in a situation that triggered it. Usually if i could see 'out' i was ok--so glass elevators were never a problem, but traditional ones took an act of will (and i have a strong one). Busses and surface trains ok, subways--especially when crowded were difficult.
When i was active in the Silva Graduates group i had 2 past life, actually more like past death ones, that somewhat mitigated my one big 'fear' response. i was able to take MRI's with just a little meditational prep and not break out in a cold sweat. But i had the nagging feeling there was 'more', because small windowless rooms still made me a bit anxious. i went thru one of my periods of backing off but after my 3rd divorce i stepped up my meditation practice again. In early 2000s my then 17 year old daughter and i were on way to library and i was talking with her about feeling like another traumatic past life recall was trying to bubble up during meditations---when i felt it coming on and had to pull over (fortunately quiet street early on a weekend, little traffic). The recall was brief but emotionally draining and then liberating. i did not 'see myself' being killed, i 'relived' it i looked out of the eyes of that past body at my murderers. Have never experienced claustrophobia since--in any setting. i still prep myself when going in hospitals because i'm empathic and pick up anxiety/fear/pain/grief others in the building are feeling if i don't but i don't have to anything additional for tolerating small, windowless exam rooms.
When i'm intensively meditating several times a day i have had times when i met people and superimposed (like an old double exposure photo) on their this life self, i will see who they were when we knew each other in past lives.
My first husband had problematic relationships with both his parents but the one with his father was extremely complex for several reasons, likely they had been together in previous lives and were still trying to work things out. Daddy R died before we married and went to Guyana for an extended visit. But all the family there--from my MIL to BILs and SILs kept saying "He would have loved you, how you think, how you care. (A good Hindu, he was generous with what he had, but he also had an alcohol problem my DH inherited or copied despite the fact that as a 12 yr old he had castigated his father for it). There were a couple of nights when MIL and SILS were very agitated and fearful because they felt his ghost was visiting. DH dismissed it as ignorant superstition. He did not believe in any way/shape/kind of afterlife.
We had a troubled relationship, largely due to his alcoholism. On/off/on again. When we reconciled in 1974 we agreed to have a child. We got a bonus--twins. Because the doc had only expected one there was only one baby cart in the delivery room. i delivered 3 weeks early so first born Owen was only 4lbs 14.5 oz and the nurses were checking him out carefully, while Doc went for 'afterbirth' but surpise "There's another one i there." the nurse who was a former midwife and i burst out laughing and Seth (4lbs 9.5 oz) came out like someone going down a water slide. They had to lay him on my chest till they could bring cart for him. The minute our eyes met i knew he was Balkisoon--Daddy R. i would have insisted on E. Indian middle names anyway since the last name not as clearly Hindi as some family name. i knew hubby want simple 'European' type names for first name--and that made sense. So Owen got their great-grandfather's name as his middle and Seth got their grandfather's.
Seth was not a cuddler, nor much interested in breast feeding tho i tried for several weeks. His bond was stronger with their Dad from day one. After their father was murdered, because he had been living with my estranged DH and Owen with me in different towns my sister K. had a couple of days with him before bringing him to me. They were 3 1/2 but pretty verbal already. One day at bank drive thru, she was telling him how anxious i was to see him, that i'd let him be with their father because it was what he/Seth seemed to want. He said "I wasn't much interested in
the mother then." Not Mama, or even my/our mother but the mother. She didn't press him further, but did share with me.
i've talked on another thread about how their Dad, Dean's (Americanized diminutive of Thakurdeen) spirit visited us. Angry at first that i was right there's 'more', after life. After i read him the riot act that i would not tolerate him scaring the boys with his displays He was silent for months then came back---ready to talk, if we'd talked like that while he was alive everything would have been different. When we'd made peace and he seemed ready to move on we talked about 'what next'. i told him that considering his issues with women i thought he should choose to come back female next time. Then i surprised myself with extraordinary invitation: "If i get pregnant within the next 5 yrs you can come back as my child if you wish."
Again i knew the minute i looked into her eyes. i talked with boys about it. Despite Owen paying her more attention from before she was born really--she gravitated to Seth, who had little interest until started to get his jokes, and was showing how smart she was. (Talking complete sentences by 14 months. Shocked my older sister by demonstrating understanding of prepositions--which K insisted comes later for most--at a year old.)
The most evidential things for me--she has had maybe 2 wine coolers and no other alcohol in her life. True there's a family history of problems with alcohol in parent's families--but that was true of my boys too and they went thru the usual experimenting with it. She periodically will have a pain in her left hand and her chest almost simultaneously. It took me years to be sure, because often we were driving or walking side by side when she mentioned the intense but fleeting pain and i didn't look to see where she was indicating. Then one day in early 2000s she was at living room computer and i was watching TV and she swiveled the chair as she indicated where those mystery seemingly causeless pains hit her and i saw clearly. The Autopsy report and illustration of Dean came back to mind, and the details i'd been told. He was trying to close the door against his assailant who fired the gun. The bullet went thru his hand and into his chest as he shouted to Seth to get in the other room. He did manage to close and lock door, the guy went around and fired another bullet thru kitchen window. i'd have to dig out the report to see if it made a 3rd wound, but Dean was already severely injured and loosing blood by then. That hand/chest 'connected' pain, tho.
Sorry that's all i can do right now. i have to go split and bring in firewood. This is in part what i meant on my thread about defining reality when i said for me it has layers, dimensions.