Most she had forgotten, but there was one especially vivid one where she was a trembling young thing who had been married off, by way of alliance, to the bearish chieftain of one of thoise tribes where they eat with their hands then throw the bones about. She could still picture the dribbled food in his big red beard.
That life ended with her jumping off a cliff.
But she reckoned that this time round she finally had it in her to make old bones.
The underlying philosophy is that we have lessons to learn- and every life gives us another crack at the current problem. If we solve it, we get to move on to the next. If we don't solve it we keep coming back to take the same exam over and over again.
Do I believe in this? Well, no, of course not, but I'm willing to entertain it as a theory.
So who devised the curriculum?
And don't say the Great White Brotherhood, because I utterly refuse to be doing with any Great White Brotherhood.
The Great Black Sisterhood?
Now that's more like it!