What does it mean to me... Well, it meant forgiving myself for things I never knew happened until I remembered them. That sounds a little like the old joke that teachers are the people who teach us to solve problems we never knew we had, but there's more to it than that. I've always had feelings of guilt and of being different and socially unacceptable. I've also always had a clear head for organisation and structuring and teamwork. I am a problem solver, not a brooder -- except if I can't solve in which case I take brooding to new exciting lows. Knowing about multiple past lives in various warrior/hunter/protector roles have taught me about both why I am the kind of person that I am, and also about why I feel a deep affinity for nature and seem to bond very well with animals. My earliest memory goes back to remembering the Neanderthals -- the 'other' people. Then a bunch of native American ones and stone age ones in a mix. And then of course the big one, the one with all the detail, the WWII one. I have a lot to forgive. I have a lot to be forgiven for. Sometimes I feel that I exist to forgive and be forgiven.