I remember a former nun who came to me in southern California for a past life session back in the 1980's. We sat talking at first, getting to know one another, and she told me about an experience she had had just before leaving Los Angeles to drive up to my place.
"I invited a priest-friend of mine over for breakfast this morning," she said. "He was making himself a cup of coffee and I said, 'Guess what I'm doing today.'"
"'I have no idea,' he said, and he poured boiling water into his cup of instant coffee."
"I'm driving up to Oxnard to be regressed to a past life. Do you believe in past lives, Father Jim?"
"'No,' he said, calmly stirring his coffee. 'But then,' he added, looking me straight in the eye, 'I didn't believe in them my last lifetime either.'"
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