As a child, I was always told I was old for my age. My parents never worried about me because I always had the ability to take care of myself. I have always felt this way, but it wasn't until I was about 17 that I started to look into reincarnation and actually understand what I was feeling.

Believing that I was a very old soul, I decided to have a past life regression. My first glimpse into my former self was in about the 1800's in Europe. I saw that I was sitting in my cottage looking in a mirror and brushing my hair. The person looking back at me had long dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin -- I am the complete opposite of that -- but when I saw her I knew it was me.

As I was sitting brushing my hair, I got the strong feeling that when I was this person I was vain and thought that I was the best. I was not a very nice person. I was pretty and knew it. All of a sudden, I saw a door open in the reflection in the mirror, and a figure stepped in the doorway. I knew this was my murderer. And my vision went dark.

My next memory was from the early 1900's in America and I was an old man sitting in a wonderful office. I was a very successful man and very well off. Once again, I knew this man was me, though he didn't look like I do now. I felt as if I had spent my life building up my wealth, but now as an old man I had no love to share it with. I had become a scrooge. I was alone and depressed and I knew that I had died this way.

It was then that the regression ended, and I knew that I had seen images that were trapped in my mind. It was as though I was watching a movie, but was in it as well. I am not a very imaginative person and have a hard time coming up with stories, but these images came so easily that I could not have made them up.

I am not vain in this life because I have been there before, and I keep love close because I have pushed it away before. It was these images that helped me understand more of myself. I refer back to these memories when I go astray, and they help me get back on track to be the person I know I am.

Ashley Moss
Please respond to: John

Posted Feb. 8, 2010