Muse of a Mystic Child

I woke up one morning after my 18th birthday with a vague and vivid memory of dying in a car crash.   When I woke up - I had no idea who I was in a physical sense of understanding. I had been on a plane of existence where I had a spiritual identity. I felt I had been there a billion years.   When I woke up in a physical body - I was totally confused to who, why and how.   I felt my mind had been turned into a glass Christmas ornament where - when you turn it upside down the snow falls toward the top.  When you turn it right side up and the snow flakes filter back to the bottom again.   My mind had been flipped in an opposite plane and direction.  I felt a thought or memory would filter back into place to give me understanding of what time, space and gravity was all about.   It took years for me to recover memories of my childhood and past identity in a physical sense.   This section contains some of the stories relating to my insights to the afterlife as well as the hardships I endured struggling forward to reclaim my own inner identity as well as my childhood identity.