But if it's possible and really exists, what if it worked both ways? What if your previous life is in the FUTURE, and what you remember is a life not yet lived in time?
There are those who say they can remember their past lives, when they were a queen in ancient Egypt, or a healer of the Plains Indians, or a Greek slave. Why doesn't anyone think that the voices of the madmen, the prophets, those who just seem out of place and time, might be seeing THEIR past lives as well? Remembering a life lived in the future.
This might explain Nostradamus! Or Leonardo da Vinci with his flying machines...and all those people who were "ahead of their time." They had to put things in a language coherent to their life, the day, their culture, and what would be believed. Clairvoyance, the seeing eye, a glimpse of a life already lived, and when they were reborn to seek the next level of their karmic progression, instead of moving forward along the timeline, they moved backwards. Who's to say it isn't so?
Everyone thinks they were Cleopatra or Napoleon. What if Hitler was reborn as Genghis Khan? What if I died and was reborn as a Saxon peasant under King Richard I! Since it already happened, would it be legitimate to say it was happening again? Or will happen, or is yet to happen? All the stories of Merlin the magician make a point of noting that he lived his life backwards, without the benefit of reincarnation. He had all future knowledge and, apparently, no end.
If others existed who had some vague memories of a past life lived in the future, did that drive them to become inventors, or artists, or scientists, in order to be the ones who brought to life the things they "remembered" from the future? Perhaps they simply called such glimpses of memory "dreams" or "inspiration."
We like to think the universe proceeds in an orderly fashion, even with swarms of mayflies living only 3 days defying our idea of a point to all this. The funny thing is that maybe WE are all mayflies too, in the eyes of the universe, living for our brief blink in time, and propagating our kind upon the world, thinking and intuiting that there is some ulterior motive, some unguessed-at reasons for our existence and some plan. And maybe everything, including time, is random.
Anyway, it's fun to think about. I bet there's a book there, somewhere. Or, at least, a short story.
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