Join the journey of five families who have been touched by reincarnation

I believe in reincarnation.

I know I was reincarnated because I have memories of one of my past lives.

In my present life, in the mid-1990s, I took a trip to Asia and had to stay in SF for a couple of days before catching my overseas flight. It was the first time I had ever been to SF, but somehow, after I arrived, everything felt so eerily familiar. I knew where everything was, from landmarks to bookstores, restaurants, and other places I spent time in and didn't need a map for any of it.

I had past-life regression therapy a few months after that and what surfaced was I had been a stockbroker in NYC in the 1950s and was miserable. I chucked it all and moved to San Francisco, where I was a dog trainer, of all things. Odd, considering that in this life, I am not a dog person at all.

I hope it turns out the little boy is the reincarnation of one of the terrorists.

In an intense dream I died in a gas chamber. I was marched down into it with others, down a ramp, past five concrete beams on the ceiling, fully clothed, in an overcoat; the poison rained down and everything went black: there was just [italic]nothing[/italic]. I was a gay man but also Jewish. After I lost consciousness, it was just blank: no thought or sensation. I experienced the nothingness of death - this after being drawn to the Shoah my whole life.

I’m an atheist, but at the same time I kind of believe there [italic]may[/italic] be a persistence of consciousness/energy; I enjoy stories that might entertain the possibility, anyway.

His memories are especially heightened when in the presence of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls.

He has a promising future career as a Christian reverend/pastor/whatever the Protestants call them.

R4 scream like the jet fuel is meltin your bones honey! You can have extra icing!

My late love swore that he was a pirate in a former life and I was his parrot.

Talk about groomers.