I remember clearly as a little child that I was unfamiliar with the family and new life I was presented with.
Ive mentioned before that I used tp have an odd habit of sitting under a large living room table draped with a big table cloth, in the dark. Here I would sit quietly, meditating, until I was distracted out by luncheon or dinner etc. I was very happy doing this as I was familiar with it.
I only realised much much later that I was meditating. I also preferred silence, which was not a family trait. Sometimes I would look at my family and miss my previous existance. I should add I had/have a good family but I knew I was somewhere new.
I was born Cesarean, emergency op, the umbilical chord wrapped tightly round my neck (1950’s) and sometimes wonder now that it was a bit of a mistake that I am here! Probably a Buddhist error in the death journey!!
