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Around the corner I race, heart pounding, gun drawn, following glimpses of my suspect. Desperate, he sprints harder, turns and bounds around a dumpster, disappearing behind the warehouse. I follow, pouring on more speed. As I round the dumpster I see him. He’s no longer running, but facing me.
I raise my gun and start to shout, “Stop! Police!” But there is no time. He fires. I see the flash. Feel the burning pain in my chest. The world upends as I fall. Everything is now sideways as I lie on the ground. I see his feet, running, as the world fades to black.
I’m not sure what category to file this under. It’s one of my oldest and most enduring memories. It has always been with me. As I got older and started learning more about the concept of past lives, I learned that many people have such memories, though most people forget them as they get older. In my case, I know I was a police officer, likely somewhere near Houston in the late 1960′s, but unfortunately I don’t have a name or exact location to go by. I recall, however, reading an article in which a scientist studying the phenomenon in children was able to verify the identity and particulars contained in a number of these memories as correct.
I am still somewhat skeptical, but my own life experiences suggest that there are many things that are not yet reducible through science alone (although this just indicates to me that our science is not yet advanced enough). I don’t have the answers, but simply offer this as it is: a memory of mine that isn’t.
