I don’t really know what my stance is on one’s soul having recurring lives, but there are definitely instances out there that can make one believe that this is possible. Personally, I have many times in my life where I feel like maybe I have lived a life on this planet before this one. Call it déjà vu, call it reincarnation, call it bullshit, but the feeling is there. So, here are my theories on the lives I have lived that led me to this one.

The year is 1017 and my cousin Cnut (yes, you are reading that right) the Great is King of England. I am known as a dreng, which can be translated to “warrior” or “man.” I fight. I eat. I pillage. I plunder. There is not much else to life.

The year is 1453 and I live on Easter Island. I am sculptor and work on statues to honor the dead. I sculpt. I eat. There is not much else to life.

The year is 1599 and they have just built a fabulous theatre on the Thames. I don’t mean to brag but I know a guy who knows a guy and I might just have a part in a play based on the life of the late Julius Caesar. I act. I eat. What else can there be in life?

The year is 1776 and it is the day after Christmas. I am cold, wet, and wanting so desperately to go home. We trust Washington though and sure enough just outside Trenton we score a victory! I fight. I eat…sometimes. Isn’t there anything more to life?

The year is 1920 and I have found me the perfect woman! She wears short skirts! By the end of this decade I will be a millionaire with the prettiest wife for sure. I dance. I eat. This is the life.

The year is 2015 and finally the higher powers have allowed me to live the best life yet! I am finally a woman and so I get to experience life in a whole new way now that I have a brain! I think. Nothing in life could be greater than that! Except never having to eat again.