There is a couple, the guy is a famous author, and he and his wife run seminars in the whole of America.

 

The couple in question had a son whom I shall call Michael. When he was a baby he desperately wanted to hold his father’s Rolex watch in his hands. He kept reaching for it again and again. As soon as he could speak his first words, he pointed to the watch and said, “Mine!” One day, when his parents called him by his name, he pointed to himself and said, “Sunny.” He insisted so long and so forcefully on being called Sunny that his parents soon gave in and agreed to his wishes. A few months later the young nipper said, “Me Sunny Ray.”

 

His mother was immediately taken by this name, which after all meant sunray. So from now on she called him My Little Sunray. One day he told them that he had a wife whose name was Dawn, and that they had both lived in Texas. In his present parent’s house they mainly listened to classical music. When the radio played a Country and Western song Michael would sing along, and to their amazement he even seemed to know the words. One day Michael was looking at a book about dogs with his mother. All of a sudden he pointed to a white spaniel and called out excitedly, “That’s my dog Willie!” His parents never seemed to seriously consider that their son could be talking about something from a previous life.

 

Some time later when the boy was seven years old, the couple was running a seminar in Texas. One of the people taking part was Dawn Ray. During a break Michael’s father started a conversation with the woman, and asked her whether she was married. She told him, “I have been a widow for eight years.” “What was your husband’s first name?” “Sunny”, she replied. The couple then looked at each other in amazement. Then he asked the woman whether she would please come to their hotel after the seminar because they had something important to tell her. When she got there they told her that they have a son who claims to have been married to someone called Dawn Ray from Texas in a previous life. “Did you own a white spaniel?” asked Michael’s mother. “Oh yes, that was our Willie. He and Sunny were inseparable!” Mrs. Ray now was determined to get to know Michael. Michael’s parents phoned home to arrange a flight for him and two days later the seven-year-old was able to fly out to be with them. They did not tell their son over the phone why it was so important for him to come to Texas so suddenly. After collecting him from the airport they took him straight away to Mrs. Ray’s house. When she opened the door, the boy recognised her immediately and called out excitedly, “Dawn!” He stretched out his hands and ran into the arms of the dazed Mrs. Ray, hugged her and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

 

Finally everyone sat down in the living room. Mrs. Ray, who was still sceptical, asked Michael whether he knew this house. He did not recognise it. On hearing that, she explained that she only moved into this house two years after the death of Sunny. Then Michael asked her whether she had kept his guitar. Mrs. Ray was highly amazed at this question. She went to a cupboard and took out a guitar and placed it into the outstretched hands of the little man. Michael held the instrument like a competent guitar player. After a couple of tries, even though the fret board was not the right size for a seven-year-old, he began to play and sing a well-known folk song. This especially amazed his parents, since to their knowledge their son had never played the guitar. Then he asked Mrs. Ray, whom he now addressed as Dawn, whether she also kept his watch for him. She fetched a box in which the watch was kept. It was a Rolex identical to the one his father was wearing. Then he asked her for his camera. His parents first wanted to know exactly what it looked like. When he had described it, Dawn fetched it and it perfectly matched his description. Also his pipe, which he wanted to see, had first to be described by him.

 

“Dawn sold her house and moved in with the family in California. She looked after Michael, since his parents were often away travelling. When she moved to New York Michael missed her so much that even though he was only fourteen-years-old his parents agreed to let him live in New York with her. They have lived together ever since.”