Firstly, as a very small child ( well before I could walk or talk ), certain memories were very clear. These related to what I now believe to be a past life, but to me then, they were intertwined with my new life and were quite confusing. As time passed, I could feel the focus of these memories becoming more and more hazy, even though some of these memories were not pleasant, I made a conscious effort to retain as much I as could. This took place within my first 18 months, indeed I can still recollect things from this very early age, much to the astonishment of my family, but to me it seems perfectly natural. I enjoyed a normal childhood, with one very great exception. I found that by relaxing, either fully awake or on the verge of sleep, I could tap into these memories and “re-live” past experiences. As I grew more adept at this, it became apparent that there was more than one lifetime’s memories involved. By the time I began school at 4 years old, I had learnt not to speak of past life experiences outright, as it became apparent that I had a gift ( or a curse ) that no one else seemed to possess. As I grew older, I occasionally tried to impart my knowledge in an indirect way, Teachers, were always dismissive of my comments when I would point out inaccuracies in such things as Roman and medieval costumes in the school history books. By my late teens, I had mastered the art of being able to visit these lives almost at will, and through meditation, found it possible to select specific periods from each one. One revelation was a of being a lowly infantryman in the British trenches during the battle of Ypres 1917 and feeling that the war was not being fought like “the last one”. The last one being battle outside a castle hundreds of years before in which I played a dominant role as a senior commander. Then as now, I had the feeling of not quite belonging in that time, and knowing with 100% certainty that I had lived several times before and would likely do so again following an inevitable death in the carnage that was WWI. I went on a vacation round the WWI battlefields of Flanders. The countryside, buildings and preserved trenches brought back memories from my most recent past life. Eventually re-visiting Paschendael, the place where I was killed in 1917 was utterly overwhelming. I can remember pieces from several past lives in which my body was slightly different, but looked basically as do now. I have actually managed to obtain a photo taken in 1916 of my former-self which is very similar to my appearance in this life. So much so that many friends that have been indoctrinated into not accepting reincarnation suspect it is a fake photo of me taken in a military uniform from WWI.