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When you go back again, you will forget how to talk to me again. You may retain certain things when you return. Things you think will help you in your next life. These will be drives and ambitions."

I started remembering a vast amount of memory. More clearly and vividly than I remembered anything when I was alive. And it was more than one life. I was a president. I had been a woman, "What will happen when I go back"

"No one knows. It hasn't happened yet. That is for you to decide."

"How do I decide?"

"You decide after you are alive, though the use of your conscious mind... You can only leave influences for yourself in hope that you find what you are looking for."

"What am I looking for?"

"Our Joining. The conscious and unconscious mind."

"But I have that right now, don't I?"

"You do, but you can only share it with others in mortality."

It suddenly struck me how lonely it is here. I could feel the emotions of my unconscious mind, and the sorrow and hopefulness that it would get to fully share the life experience with me.

"Is there a god?"

"I imagine so, but you will not find the god until you can find yourself."

"Then I am ready to go back. This time, I want drive myself with religion, but be wary of trusting what another human say about it. I want to study meditation. I want to find you."

The darkness that surrounded me disappeared, not to be replaced with anything. I began to feel my body, but it was in no shape I could recognize at first, but then I realized I was in the womb. I had almost no body, nothing I could control, but I knew that in 9 months I would forget everything.

I had lost my access to the unconscious mind, and could only remember what it was like. I kept meditating and trying to get back to that state, but it never happened. When I was born, I forgot everything. I had returned. I returned to try again. In hope I would somehow progress. My unconscious mind waiting in silence; trying to help.