There was a time I would not entertain the very notion of reincarnation. Recently, the more I read on it, the more it makes sense to me. I guess I also like being offered chances. If I do not do it right this lifetime, I get to repeat it again.

There was a time also I was sure I suffered some form of abuse as a child; I found myself driven to search for books on abused children. I hunted bookstores and libraries for them. I read one which was called Beautiful child. I reached the part where she was abused by her mother and found myself crying hard, very hard. It was like a catharsis. I figured for it to hit me so hard, for me to cry so hard, it has to be something more than just being moved by the story. I never discover what it could be. I had a happy childhood and do not remember anything in my childhood which could constitute any form of abuse. But after that incident, I was freed from it and ceased associating with books of abused children. Often I still wonder about it. Take for instance, my protective walls. They could get erected so fast. Once erected, no one can touch me or reach me. But recently, those walls have been increasingly less. I am becoming more normal. 🙂

Today I was reading on hypnosis and regression and wondered if that did not happen to me in another lifetime.