Born Again, and Reincarnation, and All That Rot

The idea of reincarnation can be pretty fascinating, but it's also something that often travels along a road filled with complete nuts.

I always find it quite amazing just how many people will assert that they "were Cleopatra" or they "were Alexander the Great" in a past life.

They were this famous person and that celebrity, and on and on. Few were "an indentured servant who slaved in the fields till they died of cholera at 34."

I have examined a handful of my own "inexplicable memories" and — as far as I can tell — I was never a "famous" person.

I've been a dirt poor fisherman on the west coast of Scotland, a blacksmith in the Viking age, and a Black woman with a killer body and a scarred face. At least that I can be reasonably sure of.

Of course, I could also be a total quack...