My .02.
I am not one of those people who can say for certain that I even have memories. I just have occasional, very strong feelings about a certain place/item/date, or I have a very brief, flash of an image that I--in my skepticism--can easily attribute to an active imagination or a long-forgotten movie, just as easily as I can attribute it to a past-life memory. For example, several years ago, I was painting a bedroom and suddenly, a very brief, image popped into my mind of me painting with this metallic, purplish paint--like no other paint I've ever used--and I said, "That paint was so much better." I have no idea where the thought came from, but it was so deep within myself, so genuine (I felt actually frustrated at the regular latex paint I was using, all of a sudden), that it made me stop and consider what I had just thought. I can't say that I would give it more thought than that, but it does make me feel that there is more out there than meets the eye--some remnant of memory that is important to me, whether it's a past-life memory or just something I value in this life. It's important to always take stock in what you value, even if it's something as mudane as paint.
Some issues are more important. During a certain phase in my life a few years ago--a phase when I was really wondering what to do next, and about to make some big decisions on what I would like to do for the rest of my life, I began to have repeating dreams of being at some school--like a university. In my dreams--and I had them nearly every week--I was walking on this huge campus, I knew the parking lots, all the trees, all the buildings, and everything was covered with snow. I live in Texas, so this was not a reflection of my reality, but it seemed so natural in this dream. I enjoyed these dreams and I'd go to sleep at night hoping I'd have my "school dream." Not long after that, I decided to return to grad school, after which my dreams intensified. I STILL have a school dream, although the campus changes slightly, but it's the same general place. These are always happy, good dreams.
To make a long story short, I am still working on advanced degrees (meaning I don't have my PhD yet, although I do have my master's--with honors, I might add), but I recently got a position teaching in a local college and I LOVE it. I really love it. I'm one of those rare professors who actually enjoys teaching and I can't wait to get in front of my students, I run through lectures in my mind when I'm not actually giving them, etc. and it has recently occurred to me that I have become that person in my dreams. Was it because of a past life? Maybe. Maybe I was a professor or an academic in a past life. That would certainly explain my passion for writing papers while my classmates whined, or the sheer love of chalk dust. Or maybe it's just a good fit for my personality, but either way, listening to my "memories" and my dreams did help me find a path in this life. So, on a practical note, what you find inside you IS you...from this life or another.
Best wishes,
Kim