We have been here before, in some form. We were/are entities in another (sometimes referred to as the 4th...) dimension who have chosen to come here for a purpose, to exist on this plane...to learn, to remember, to be a part of the wonderful changes and development that is happening on this planet-- to enjoy the wonderful toys, emotions, feelings and games that we can play. You are part of and loved by the Universe/Creation. There is no greater love than that of a human being who has/is chosen to come to this planet and exist in this physicality, with the true higher self hidden from you-- to see if you can find it, to witness the frailty of the flesh and the disappointment of aging and other tests of humanism. Some have come here to play the game of ascension, or success, others have come here to play the game of disease or fear. What does cancer feel like? What does abundance feel like? What does victim feel like? What does it feel like to be a lion, or a cockroach (boy, those are smart little creatures), an ant worker or a powerful politician? We have come to find what it feels like. Soon after we are born we forget where we came from and get on with the game. Some of us remember longer, as those of you with children may have discovered when your child says something to you, that transcends his/her young years, about a past life or an experience that they could not possibly have had in this lifetime. To digress and tell a reinforcing story, if you dont already have many of your own, I was in Arizona visiting the ancient ruins of the Honanki Tribe (@ 1200 AD). The guide had a staggering amount of knowledge about the tribe, the area, and geology in general. It was clearly a labor of love, an affinity beyond what was necessary for a local jeep tour guide. He had moved from L.A., where he had been in business after graduating college, and was drawn to the Arizona area, and the ruins. I asked him if he thought he had been here before in a previous life and without skipping a beat he said yes. He then told me about his 3 year old son with whom he had been sitting under a tree, when his son said Under this tree are the singing bones. As a matter of fact it did turn out to be a burial ground for ancient tribes. But in addition, he said his son said, Yes dad, weve been here before and you were my father. This confirmed all of our guides feelings and it truly resonated with him. Im sure many parents have similar stories. Then there is the story of Jenny Cockell who believes she is the reincarnation of Mary Sutton. Jenny Cockell was born 21 years after the death of Mary Sutton and, propelled by dreams and memories, and maps and pictures she (Jenny) drew as a child (all from her imagination) she found the town and house in Ireland that Mary used to live in, found and united her (Marys) eight children (who were in their 60s and 70s and all of whose names Jenny knew), who are all convinced by the specificity of the unknowable intricate facts and incidents known by Jenny, that she is their mother, reincarnated. Of course, Jesus is said to have been resurrected. We do choose our parents, our gender our religion and the environment that we want to experience this life in to facilitate what we want to learn/experience/remember. Beyond that, as food for thought for those of you who do not already know, consider that some us here are souls from the future, living here to pave the way for our future selves. Sometimes our future selves can even co- exist with our present selves. (does this sound like an idea for new Sci-Fi Movie?). Those of you who believe in angels may not have a hard time accepting this possibility. It is ALL HAPPENING, the possibilities are infinite and we are in a wondrous and grand creation experiencing this grand play.