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  • The first time I visited Walden Pond in Massachussetts, and again when I visited Ralph Waldo Emerson’s home, I got the distinct sense that I had been there before. Walden, Thoreau, and Emerson all had a profound impact on me. I don’t know about past lives, but I certainly don’t discount their possibility.

    I have often felt a strong affinity to my paternal grandfather, who died 3 weeks before I was born. There were times in my life where I felt his presence very strongly, although I never met him.

    I have no idea how all of this stuff works, and I really don’t care how it works. I do acknowledge that there could be something to it, but don’t really dwell on it, much. However, exploring the phenomenon is not unlike my current effort to explore, and become more aware, of my dreams. Both are part of an effort to awaken more to oneself.

    For now, I’m sticking to the dream exploration bit. Maybe someday I’ll get more interested in previous life exploration. I’m just not there yet.
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