posted on Apr, 8 2013 @ 07:37 AM
I'm not totally sure I believe in reincarnation, but there are a few strange things that I'll share with you that have always puzzled me.
I know what it feels like to be attacked by a dog... yet I have never been attacked by a dog in my life. It's not like a vivid memory. It isn't a
memory at all. I just somehow know what it feels like to be overpowered by a large canine, and can imagine in great detail what its teeth would feel
like puncturing me as it clamped down.
This one will make me sound like a lunatic, and I apologize in advance if it creeps anybody out. I'm not mentally ill in any way, or suicidal at all,
but for some reason I have (as long as I can remember - even as a child) a fascination with firearm related suicides. Even when I was around 10 or so
I could be watching a movie, and if I saw a scene that involved somebody doing the ol' pop in the mouth or temple, I'd rewind that damn thing like
three or four times and didn't even know what compelled me to do it. Other forms of suicide don't interest me. Hangings? Jumping? Overdoses? Nope.
Don't care about any of those. Boring. But when I was younger I was all over the internet like ants on a discarded Mars Bar reading about police
reports, pathology reports, looking at real aftermath photos of such incidents. Even real video footage of that actually happening (yes, it does
exist.) It horrified me, but it was like a curiosity that I was infected with.
My ex-girlfriend was very spiritual and had a deep interest in anything metaphysical, as she was Native American and raised with some of the
traditional beliefs. We didn't talk about spiritual things very much because I was always skeptical. But sometimes out of curiosity I would strike up
a conversation just to listen to what she had to say. One time I admitted to her what I just described above. She wasn't the 'know-it-all'
spiritual type that has an instant answer ready for everything, but she said that possibly I did that as an easy way out in my previous live, and it
carried over into this life as an obsession, as a way to cope with the lack of closure that resulted from the stupid and hasty decision I made. Of
course I do find it hard to believe, because there's absolutely zero evidence to back up such an idea. But... it is an interesting thought
nonetheless I suppose. Make of it what you will