Being the daughter of a fundamentalist preacher, I would be the last one to think of "past lives" as being anything than imaginary. My life has been a stormy and painful one. Becoming pregnant at the age of 17, my preacher father sent me off immediately to a christian home for unwed mothers. I felt as if I were being disposed of. The shame of being pregnant was bad enough, but being forced to give up my lovely child was an act that broke me. Once "harvested", I was sent back to my family who did not really want me. Their shame was also deep and they silently blamed me for defacing the family. I left as quickly as I could. Even 30 years later, I suffer from having had to do this. During anniversaries of my little girl's birthday, I would lament in a dark room. One of these times, I caught myself calling out loud "why?" "Why did something like this have to happen to me, what had I done?" The answer came in a few seconds. Directly inside of my brain, I was shown the reason why. An entire "film" played inside my head. I had been the spoiled daughter of a southern plantation owner. My father had coupled slaves and sold their offspring much too early causing extreme pain to those mothers. I, supposedly, could have stopped this by talking to my father at the time, which I did not do. That lack of courage is why I, in this life time, was prepared to go through what those women were forced to go through. This spontaneous memory has not lessened the pain, but it has opened a new door to learn about past lives, current options, and future lives based on what we do and more importantly what we do not do. I have been reading and learning by leaps and bounds since that instant memory.