Reincarnation

Jenny Cockell, an amazing story

Jenny is a British woman who knew from a very young age that she had lived another life. She knew her previous name was Mary, a young woman who had lived in Ireland in the 30’s. And worst of all, that her early death had left her six children helpless. A desperation that she could still feel like a strange shadow. This was a weight that pushed her to unravel all those apparent memories and sensations.

At eight years old, Jenny Cockell knew she had not always lived in England. Her dreams were always focused on the wet Ireland during a time of hard work and survival. She also knew that her name had not always been Jenny. The other woman, who lived in her dreams, her name was Mary. But she never could remember her last name.

Jenny always tried to have a somewhat normal life. Only a few knew that in reality, her life was halved because every day new pieces of the daily life of a woman named Mary came to her thoughts. She knew that Mary, the Irish, walked a lot, her house was near a stream and her hands and fingernails were always dirty from the ground potatoes she harvested and collected.

She knew that she sometimes would go hungry and never ate meat. Only flour, bread, vegetables… An area near a railroad. Jenny also knew that Mary had died during childbirth at age 35, and that her death was with great despair and rage. It was too soon, her children were still too young to be left without a mother. What would become of her 6 children?

Such was the intensity of those feelings and emotions that Jenny Cockell underwent regressive hypnosis. And what was the result? The memories and suffering became more vivid, more details started to appear.

This woman’s story of reincarnation got to the BBC, who was very interested in this sort of cases. They published it in various media formats and, to everyone’s surprise, the repercussion reached Malahaide, a small village in Ireland where a farmer had identified Mary and her six children. Her last name was Sutton and she had died in the Rotunda Hospital in Dublin on October 24, 1932, because of gangrene, pneumonia and toxemia. And didn’t leave six, but seven children behind.

Jeffrey (1923), Sonny (1924), Philomena (1925), Christopher (1926), Francis (1928), Bridget (1929), Elizabeth (1932). The farmer tracked down her third son, Jeffrey, in Ireland, who gave him the addresses of two of his brothers Sonny and Francis. And what happened then? Was Jenny to know?

Yes, she contacted all of them, developing a very special bond with Sonny. For the details provided, memories and words, each of these people recognized their real mother in Jenny. The suffering has now been attenuated, the mother’s pain about leaving their young children was softened knowing that they had survived, were older, elderly actually and had led a full life remembering her mother, Mary Sutton, who gave everything for them.