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November 2001
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Past Life
in San Diego
by Katie W.
I don't know what to make of a feeling that overcame me really strongly when I was visiting San Diego. My family and I had spent a week in Rosarita Beach, Mexico to build houses with a large church group, and decided to stay a week in San Diego afterward. We were taking the trolley to another part of town, and as we walked into the train station, I got an incredibly strong feeling that I'd been there before, but in my memory of the place it looked entirely different. Everything had a yellowed-brown light to it in my mind's eye, and it seemed to be set in the mid-1800s. I remember sitting on a bench and thinking it was hot, because in the memory I am a little boy of about eight in a suit. There were two older women sitting near me talking, and there was a lot of dusty sunlight, I remember. The women were in heavy dresses and were also complaining about the heat. In the train station with my family, while they went to buy tickets for the trolley, I walked over and there was a historical display on the station, and the photographs looked exactly like I remembered the station. I shivered while I was in there, and I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. The thing that troubles me is that I'm a Christian, and we don't really believe in reincarnation.
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