Yes, I believe quite firmly in reincarnation. I never did, until during freshman year of high school, when I began having past-life memories. Being a stereotypical the-unknown-is-evil person, I remained in denial of the memories for about eight months. I've since undergone various Journeys (y'know, Astral travel) to uncover more details of some of those other lives. So here's a bit of what I found.

THE DRUID: This was the most standoutish of all my past-life memories. I didn't even feel like myself. I was a Druid in Ireland, maybe Scotland. I had thick dark hair and a dark beard and I probably smelled too, since just about everyone smelled back then. I think my name started with a D. I was a big jerk. I enjoyed presiding at live sacrifices a little too much, I stole horses on occasion for fun (I was quite well-off, you see), and I used women for sex. One woman in particular--we weren't married but we were together a long while. I think she really loved me.

I used her, pretended to love her. I've heard that men do this often, but it was a terrible thing.

I was going to leave on this trip north to I-don't-remember-where. She was worried I'd be hurt on the way because there were invaders in the country, stirring up lots of trouble. Just before leaving, I had a long, careful thought about my life, how I was such an arsehole, used people--everyone, and not just for sex--how I was not fit to call myself a druid. I would do better, I told myself. Maybe I could change.

I joined a group of travelers heading north, and before we were halfway to our destination, we were attacked on the road and I took an arrow in the chest. It took a little while for me to die, and in a panic I tried to save myself by half-consciously calling up some kind of power living in me or around me--and I began to pshift. (physical shift) Don't argue, my fellow weres, my body was under huge amounts of stress--it started to happen. I died before I could really get going, but afterwards I could see my body and there was a definite change in my physicality--and not just the gross kind that comes with violent death. A little fur. Slightly misshapen bones. Fingernails clearly more like claws.

THE GERMAN: Call it karma. In this life I was a blonde German guy (pre-Hitler, if it interests you) and I was a sarcastic, laid-back kind of fellow. I spent most of my time being a do-gooder, doing charity work and more or less making up for everything rotten that the druid had done. I don't think I ever married.

THE BETA MALE: I was a wolf. One of my happiest lifetimes. I was medium-grey, I think, and I felt just like myself. I held the beta position until near my death, or maybe right up til my death. I don't remember how I died or if I ever encountered humans. I got to mate once.

THE WOLF PUP: I loved wolfiness so much that I was a wolf again. I don't know if I was male or female. I died while still a pup, before I left the den.

THE DESERT ANIMAL: It must have been a very very long time ago, by our own linear time. I was an ibex-like animal with tawny coloring and an almost doglike face. I had one black, rough, backwards-curving horn on the top of my head. No, I was NOT a weird Marco Polo version of a unicorn. I was a kind of antelope that now, I guess, is extinct. I was very swift and lived somewhere near Arabia. I don't recall any type of herd activity, only the sands and my shape. I was colorblind-- but don't ask how I know I was tawny-colored.

THE REPTILE: I was a crocodile or alligator, I think. Maybe even a forerunner of the komodo dragon, though unlikely. I don't remember much of this lifetime because, frankly, reptiles do not think very much and there is not much to remember, consequently. (Thought patterns, see, are one of my clearest links to past lives.)

THE DRAGON: I called myself Hithraviel, or something very similar. I was a bronze-colored female dragon, and I turned bright yellow/gold when happy, and dark yellowish-brown when angry. I had a mate whom I don't remember very well, but he was blood-red, dissatisfied with life and a little jealous of me b/c I had a very good handle on my life's work. He must have been a fire dragon, because we had two sons--Blaze and Tyrnan, who live today--who are both different shades of red. I was a philosopher or something of that nature, and I was a very relaxed sort. I loved flying very much, even for a dragon. Snoozing in the Sunlight on the grass was one of my favorite things. I died when I was still rather young by dragon standards and I don't know how I died, but I've been told that I shouldn't have died when and how I did.

That's it for now. If I feel like adding on here, I will. If not, fare thee fairly in all ye do.

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