Do you think you have lived in the past? Maybe you were Julius Caesar, Groucho Marx, or Jesus of Nazareth.
Are past lives real? Or are they the product of a desire for them to be real, imagination under the influence of hypnotism? Or do our spacious brains contain a library of memories passed down to us generation to generation, species memories like those that tell birds to migrate? Or do we in fact die and are reborn carrying with us the images of our past lives?
As a writer I enjoy the concept of past lives more than accept them as real. I took a seminar several years ago during which several members of the class were placed into semi-hypnotic trances. Under these trances they recounted so-called past lives. One woman had lived in pre-Revolutionary Virginia. A second woman had lived in Cape Town, South Africa three centuries ago. Skeptics can say what they will, the concept is creative and intriguing. I have used it in my soon-to-be-published novel, HUNTING THE KING, in which archaeologist Molly O'Dwyer recounts her past life in Jerusalem two thousand years ago. I think it added another unique layer to the story and will probably use it again.
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