However, as I also intend to reflect a bit about what embarking in this path meant for me, I think I must tell how everything began. As the entry's title say so well, it was totally unexpected. I always say so, because many skeptics think that people who believe in reincarnation or claim to remember past lives are totally insane. That, in the best of cases. They also may think that those of us who remember are already predisposed to remember: as we already believe in reincarnation, anything will be valid when we go to a psychic or a regression therapist and they tell us any tale, put a suggestion in our mind, and we come out convinced that we have reincarnated.
That is what happened to me. For reasons that perhaps I will comment later in this blog (or perhaps not), I needed to relax and I started to meditate in a regular basis. I had practiced meditation some years before, but it was long since I had put it aside. On August 1st, 2011, while I was comfortably sitting on the sofa, without anyone's help, simply doing some breathing exercises, I suddenly began to see myself as a six or seven-year-old little girl, trotting down the long hallway of a house I quickly identified as my childhood apartment. I was seeing it all from the height corresponding to a child of that age. I arrived to the end of the hallway, I entered my parent's bedroom, with its blue velvet kilt over the bed and the characteristic dark furniture. I went out again and I entered the bathroom, which was just on my left. It called my attention that I was seeing it all with such detail. It was like being there again, physically. I left the bathroom, I walked up half the hallway, where the other bathroom was. I could even see the designs of the floor tiles or the grayish filigrees on the wall tiles. I know I used to observe them closely when I... well, did my things there. I lived in that apartment until I was eighteen. But despite having lived there for so long, in the waking state it is not easy at all to remember those details from childhood. My own brothers corroborated this to me some time later. I asked them, and they barely knew how to describe the bathrooms. I was also surprised that everything I saw was consistent with the period we are talking about, as the house was reformed in later years, and upholstery of the great sofa that occupied almost two walls in the living room, for example, had been changed when we moved.
Although I went on meditating with the hope it would repeat itself, I didn't achieve it until December of the same year, when I began to research and found self-hypnosis recordings in the internet. It was then that, as Bilbo, I took up my bundle and cane and set off for the best adventure I have ever undertaken... at least in this life.
I had no idea where it was going to take me. This blog (and my book Pandora's Box) is the result. And I can assert I never was the same again.