I believe in reincarnation. How else to explain that sense
of déjà-vu? How else to explain the dreams of childhood that came each and
every night like never ending reruns of some television show? How else to
explain the meeting of those dreams in reality years later?
As a child I had recurring dreams, some scary, some
reassuring, all puzzling for they were of places beyond my farm yard
experience. Rooms with wooden slatted doors: I’d never seen one of those in
real life. Vast high roofed buildings with wide open staircases; we surely had
none of those on the farm.
When I encountered the doors as an adult, when I climbed
that stairway in the new airport as a teen, I knew I had lived before. Nothing
else could explain the clarity of the dream, the exact match of that dream
image to reality.
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