OK I'm going to leave a new reply to this topic and then maybe Faith will remember that she was going to reply to Wolfbrother and I won't have to wonder what I distracted her from with my apology.
Anyway here as promised, but a little later than billed in the programme.

My post on how to capture and view past life memories.
Sit in a quiet room and breathe gently in and out. Feel yourself relax and then imagine yourself in a room with a bottle of children's bubble mixture. You shake the blower in the mixture and raise it to your lips. As you blow the room begins to fill with bubbles, some big, some small.
So many memories, gathered in the soap bubbles that float around you in the room. If you look closely you can clearly see that the bubbles are different colours. Some are Red and contain lives lived, some spread their rainbow colours around the room, they are the ones that represent time spent in the ethereal realms, the black ones are for me used to hold the memories of my times spent as kitty cat, then there are the crystal clear ones, shining like ice, fresh and clean with a promise of lives yet to come, and some that make me feel strange when I look at them. These are green ones that I am really not ready to examine too closely just yet. Though the time is coming closer when I will, I feel it.
To view these lives and remember any time past, all I have to do is cup the bubble in my hands and gaze into it's translucent depths. The memories turn and turn again, like home movies, sound and vision running in perfect unison, taking me back to a place once dwelt, a hand once held, a heart once touched, a love once known, a life once lived.
All my past lives so clear to me, so achingly familiar, so yearned for, so much sought in dreams, so much re-lived in the Astral plain where we each get to be whoever we really are.
All my future lives so looked forward to. Each greeted happily when the time is right.
I have worked hard to find myself in the position I am in now. I enjoy my life, and I am completely at ease with myself. I still don't know everything, and I have doubts about many things, but none about this. I know and embrace with joy who and what I am, and the memories, though not necessary to me, are a fascinating part of all that. Though they are not all happy ones, and I know that I would still be who I was without them, I love having the memories I have.
I know in my heart that I will not stop at this life, I have many more memory bubbles to blow, and I am enjoying myself immensely.