I was once Martin Luther's manservant back when he taught theology at the University of Wittenberg and let me tell you that man spent way too much time in the bathroom. It was always get me something else to read or bring me some prune juice, etc. etc. etc. Not a lot of fond memories there I assure you.
But although I'm not fat, errr... pleasantly plump, I have sleep apnea and have had other near death situations and have "passed over," and I remember seeing God's face, beauty and singing and people around me. I didn't want to come back, but I remembered my mom and son.
oh my gosh, I get that all the time, it's so weird.
I always think, well...things might not be perfect but apparently I'm right where I'm supposed to be because I saw this before. Then I think "maybe our lives have parts that are predetermined," then I think deja vu is cool.
I've always wondered if I were able to do whatever I was doing in that previous life, would the Deja vu last longer. I think that would be Kind of Awesome.
I always think, well...things might not be perfect but apparently I'm right where I'm supposed to be because I saw this before. Then I think "maybe our lives have parts that are predetermined," then I think deja vu is cool.