“Memories?” I’m confused.
“What are you saying? You’re
saying I have lived before.”
Espree is staring
at me with a shocked expression on her face.
“Apparently we
have neglected a very important point here Tim.
It appears that the times I have describe you in terms of millions of
years flew right over your head.
“When I say you
have become trapped in this universe, I did not mean it just happened! This has been going on for billions of
years! Most people you see have been
around millions probably billions of years!
Do you realize how many lifetimes that is? Can you imagine how many memories you have?”
I am shocked. Of all the unbelievable things Espree has
told me, this is the thing I simply can’t accept. It’s so…it’s so personal. Sure, you can tell me the Universe is a trap
or the planet is being harvested or even that I was once a free spirit who has
become trapped. It’s all nice
philosophic, abstract ideas that I can use when I’m in some contemplative mood
or sitting around smoking weed with my friends. Now she is telling me I may be millions of
years old and that I actually have
memories of the whole experience. Well,
I don’t. And If I did I would most
certainly know it wouldn’t I? I would
certainly have some kind of recollection if it were true right?
“Espree, I really
don’t buy that re-incarnation stuff. It’s
totally unscientific and, as far as I’m concerned, bunk for weirdo’s. I don’t have any memories of other lifetimes―is that what you’re saying I should
have? Well I don’t, and anyway, even if
I did live before how could I remember anything if I no longer have the brain
that contains the memories?”
Espree is staring
at me with a look of shock. “You
honestly can’t recall anything can you?”
“Well, no I don’t
recall any past life memories and if I did live before why wouldn’t I remember?
“Hmm, total
amnesia,” says Espree to herself, “amazing”.
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