A lot of things have been happening in my life, especially lately, to make me really think about the whole past lives thing. I used to think it was possible, because without knowing for sure you couldn’t say for definites that it’s nonesense. But the whole idea is becoming such a reality for me now. I have always felt that I’m a spirit trapped inside a body, a body I can’t quite relate to as being my own shell, but it keeps my feet planted on the ground, just about.

When I instantly recognise someone’s soul from the instant I meet them… only to discover they are exactly who I knew they were from the beginning… I start to wonder in which context I knew them before. As a friend, brother, lover… teacher… someone who would have been in a position to have made a lasting impression on me definitely. Not the lady at the corner shop…

The other day I blogged about the genographic project and it got me to thinking for the first time that maybe my memories from past lives are genetic memories. Just like instincts are passed down from generation to generation in animals, maybe my memories of these people and past experiences are trapped in my cells, and if I listen really closely to my instincts I can draw on the knowledge at any time.

Maybe our souls are actually not some floaty spirit things that hover around us but lifetimes trapped inside our DNA. If you consider that your DNA is made up from billions of other peoples DNA, this would explain the feeling of one-ness with the universe that can be reached in moments of ecstacy.

I’m just toying with the idea now, because I can’t quite get to grips with the fact that I live in a body. I do feel like a spirit, pretty much all the time… but this new idea is starting to take root.