I strongly believe in past lives. I actually am a living example of past life cell memory. I can tell you about some of my past lives including my most recent past life where I was a Jew in a Concentration Camp. I kid you not. My first words ever spoken this lifetime were in German and in Yiddish. They were nein (I would shake my finger no and shake my head simultaneously so) and goy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goy) which I would often say while falling asleep. All I know is I was a young girl and I was burned to death. I had nightmares as a child this lifetime because of it. I used to be so afraid of fire. I would get sick to my stomach and have panic attacks upon conversations in school regarding the matter. When forced to watch Schindler's List in school, I was much more emotional than my classmates. There was also an incident this lifetime where I crossed paths with my former husband from my life as Sarah, a young British woman with red hair, in college. We were married in the 1700's in England when the cobblestone streets were lit with fire not lamps. There were horses and carriages. We lived in a brownstone. He had a library to the left as you walked in the door. I remember this. He (Johnny this lifetime) and I happened to attend college together. Upon crossing paths we somehow recognized eachother's souls and came to discussing our previous lifetime together. We finished eachother's sentences describing memories we had of that lifetime. His name was James Breckenfield I believe. He was a banker. I don't remember the exact last name, but I do remember many things about that lifetime as well. I'm an Indigo child, we're never normal. So yes, I believe in past lives. Do you?
