All my life, for no reason, I have been scared to death of deep water. And I swim well. I love to swim. But when my feet dont touch bottom I start really losing my grip! I'm reading this amazing book called Living The Golden Path and it mentioned that intense and unexplainable fears may be leftover from a previous life. After much thought I concluded that I had drowned, and in a really horrible situation. Today I was in a mediatative state writing down things that came to me, in turn looking for info about each online. Nothing. Then--the year 1714. I looked up "maritime disaster 1714". In 1715 an entire fleet of Spanish ships was destroyed when a hurricane hit suddenly, killing more than a thousand. They were on thier way home with gold and jewels for Queen Isabella, who had sent them in 1714. I believe I may have been the lover of a sailor, on board with him and our child. I had a vision of us. This is the source of one of the greatest treasure hunts in the world. Most of the "booty" is in the Mel Fisher museum in Key West. I went there on vacation with my family over summer, and though I never went inside the museum, it made me feel strange just looking at it. It was so strange. There was something seriously weird about that place. It had a magnetic quality. I wanted to go in, and also I really did not. And this was before I even believed in all this new age stuff. Does anyone else think I may have died in the Spanish fleet disaster?