I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I have seen my past too often for it not to exist. Not the past of this life, but of my others before this one. I have felt such feeling, dreamed such strange dreams, seen too much: I know it cannot be the experiences of just one person. I feel that I am many people, each with a say in my actions. Each has a pull upon me, that I heretofor didn’t notice, but now suspect. I believe in reincarnation – in karma – for I have seen the things that some have not.

I’d like to add that my belief in reincarnation sprung from reading about four paragraphs on Hinduism in a Dungeons & Dragons book. So after perusing this indepth guide on the religion, I became convinced that my dreams were now flashed from my past lives, and began working on gaining karma.