The second case mentioned is that of a married couple who met each other in a country foreign to both, on their travels.  They fell in love with each other, and both have felt that their marriage was a reunion rather than a new attachment.  The husband one day shortly after their marriage told his wife in a rather shamed-faced way that he had occasional flashes of memory of having held in his arms, in the dim past, a woman whose face he could not recall, but who wore a strange necklace, he describing the details of the latter.  The wife said nothing, but after her husband had left for his office, she went to the attic and unpacked an old trunk containing some odds and ends, relics, heirlooms, etc., and drew from it an old necklace of peculiar pattern that her grandfather had brought back from India, where he had lived in his younger days, and which had been in the family ever since.  She laid the necklace on the table, so that her husband would see it upon his return.  The moment his eyes fell upon it, he turned white as death, and gasped “My God! that’s the necklace!”

A writer in a Western journal gives the following story of a Southern woman.  “When I was in Heidelberg, Germany, attending a convention of Mystics, in company with some friends I paid my first visit to the ruined Heidelberg Castle.  As I approached it I was impressed with the existence of a peculiar room in an inaccessible portion of the building.  A paper and pencil were provided me, and I drew a diagram of the room even to its peculiar floor.  My diagram and description were perfect, when we afterwards visited the room.  In some way, not yet clear to me, I have been connected with that apartment.  Still another impression came to me with regard to a book, which I was made to feel was in the old library of the Heidelberg University.  I not only knew what the book was, but even felt that a certain name of an old German professor would be found written in it.  Communicating this feeling to one of the Mystics at the convention, a search was made for the volume, but it was not found.  Still the impression clung to me, and another effort was made to find the book; this time we were rewarded for our pains.  Sure enough, there on the margin of one of the leaves was the very name I had been given in such a strange manner.  Other things at the same time went to convince me that I was in possession of the soul of a person who had known Heidelberg two or three centuries ago.”

A contributor to an old magazine relates, among other instances, the following regarding a friend who remembers having died in India during the youth of some former life.  He states:  “He sees the bronzed attendants gathered about his cradle in their white dresses:  they are fanning him.  And as they gaze he passes into unconsciousness.  Much of his description concerned points of which he knew nothing from any other source, but all was true to the life, and enabled me to fix on India as the scene which he recalled.”