In my past lives, I have been a member of the Knights Templar, a West Indies merchant living in the 1800s and part of a mysterious ancient sect called the Essenes. Or so I have been told by a psychic whose intuitive ability to tap into our so-called past lives sparked my fascination with the secret lives, and wounds, we each carry around.
While the psychic could give me no tangible proof of my earlier incarnations, hearing her speak of an 11th-century arrow wound to my left shoulder that “still gives you pain today” piqued my interest. My “problem shoulder”, as I call it, flares up when I’m anxious — something known only to me and my physiotherapist.
For some, their past lives are not merely recounted via a psychic,
