It's Not My Time

I died once when I was six years old. The doctor described it as Rheumatic Fever. He told my mother that I might not live. She piled covers upon me, to sweat out the fever. I lay there in the bedroom. It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe. Finally, I wondered what would happen if I could no longer breathe. I found out. I floated up to the ceiling corner and saw my body back down on the bed. My mother came in a few minutes later and screamed. She knelt down and looked up praying, "Don't take her, I need her!" With that, an invisible hand pushed my energy or spirit back into my body and as my fever broke. One strange thing. I didn't feel as though I was six years old anymore. I felt MUCH OLDER! I looked at my hand and could see dimples of an infant's hand, but was not a little girl in mind anymore. As I asked the Universe, "How old am I, really?" The video, picture came into my mind's eye of ocean waves, breaking against an ancient shore! That old, huh? Yes, I KNEW that it was true. At the time, I had never heard anything about reincarnation. But for some reason, I understood music theory from the age of two. I believe that every one of us has many, many lives, in order to develop our spirits. Just a thought.