Who Were You Before Max

My grandson is only three, so I decided to ask “Who were you before you were Max?” He began telling me of lifetimes he had lived long ago. Then his speech turned into gibberish, or so I thought. I wrote it down anyway, the best I could. He was chanting and drumming now. An elderly neighbor, came down to listen. “That is Cherokee,” he said. “It is our wailing song.” Where is he getting this? I asked. Other lifetimes, or from his spiritual guides. I remembered then we had recently taken a ghost walk. I wondered now if we had brought someone else home with us.