I came to consciousness in a sarcophagus, deep in the earth. It was the deepest muggy musty dead space imaginable, claustrophobic far beyond the threshold of terror, tons of soil and rock or sand encompassing the cramped space, the darkness beyond the darkest of nights, though I almost feel as if I could see the rounded sides of the cavity in which my bones and flesh were encapsulated. I went into a terrible panic, pressing my hands against the confines into which my (assumedly) mummified corpse was entombed, screaming for all my body could muster. Finally at a peak of terror I departed my erstwhile body and began to transit up through the ground. As I rose through the earth, the sarcophagus in which I was formerly freaking out appeared to be glowing. I paused in my transit as I noted another glowing sarcophagus nearby, parallel and at a higher elevation than my overly cozy coffin. I knew the person therein was my "sister."
I continued on my transit, conveyed by some force I could not entirely direct, and rose above the surface. On the horizon was a bright light that may have been over water, and otherwise the sky was dark. Almost instantaneously I transited into this body laying in a crib, head toward the east, screaming for the terror of confined spaces, in the northwest bedroom of the house at 362 North Seventh Street in Laramie, Wyoming.
Of quite a number of anomalous and "supernatural" experiences that inform my rather mixed and juxtaposed identity, this first memory of this life is indeed intriguing if not telling as to who and what I might truly be. Egyptian Pharaohs were usually entombed with wife, who was often the Pharaoh's sister. I'm quite certain that the sister therein was not one of my biological sisters of this life, though I do believe I got to know that sister from another life in this life, and our time together was brief but sweet. Some inkling and indications incline me to imagine that my seeming sister-wife from another life grew up in this life in the next town over, Cheyenne, Wyoming, though such indicators might be wrong or ruse. Pharaohs and such were touted able to depart the tomb as a "ba" to experience other states (or lives?) after being properly entombed. Shiva and Parvati were said to have been Brother and Sister in at least one incarnation . . .
I'm rather sure someone was in this body before (most of?) me showed up, several months after this body was born. There is a rather small melanistic patch on my left side which could be indicative of cutaneous mosaicism, a potential indicator of tetragametic human chimerism, being one's own twin. This condition is represented in the murti of Ardhanarishwara (androgen Shiva and Parvati) and the murti of Hari-Hara (Vishnu and Shiva sharing the same body).
I suppose I am publishing this as I've no reason to keep any such secreted--other than such contentions certainly open me to being called "flake" or delusional--and might be that such information granted the public might help to untangle certain twisted plots from which I myself cannot seeming entirely extract myself, and which by some signs and indicators bear importance to more than merely me . . . Namaste
sometimes quite cleverly deployed in subtle symbolic and oft ironic hints 
Virgin Mary and Virgin Kumari
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