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An avid swimmer--one might call me part fish--has been offset by a totally irrational and uncontrollable fear of what is beneath the surface of the water. Later on in life I discovered that I drowned in a previous life (c. 1200 AD) in a shipwreck off of Corsica or Sardinia. Not that drowning as particularly harrowing but seeing that I was only about 17 years old and was on a ship with a particularly hopeful mission (what was later called the "children's crusade"), I think I had a lot of energy invested in the mission of the trip and thus the long-lasting imprint of the disappointing end to this life. Plus, choosing Earth lives as priests and/or monks has been a fairly common pattern for me--each of which seems to have been frought with far more disappointment and frustration than I think I ever saw coming.
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