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I just got finished watching a couple of the more convincing "Ancient Alien" shows on History Channel. They're maddening, to me, because I don't know what portion of the evidence I can trust. They had the "most dangerous hacker in the world" testifying that he had hacked into NASA's computers, and in one of the files, he had seen a photograph of a cigar-shaped craft with domes on the top and bottom. He was just about to download it, when he was bumped off. If I ever meet that guy, I'm going to tell him about the "Print Screen" feature in Windows.

In the previous episode, about alien abductees, implants had been taken out of some of the abductees, and were found to be little slivers of meteorites. Or at least, the chemical composition was what you'd find in a meteorite. One was in a tiny "T"-shape. But here is my question--why would aliens with a highly-advanced technology, go to the trouble of abducting someone, only to put tiny little silly slivers of meteorites in them, which could easily been seen and removed? Wouldn't they implant some nano-technology you couldn't detect, which would actually do something? And what bothers me most, is that these presenters aren't asking these questions. I (i.e., the viewer) shouldn't have to.

I really don't mean to be sarcastic towards these people; but they frustrate me, because viewers have been ruined by them. By that I mean, that I spend over 40 years studying Eastern metaphysics, and 20 years (since 1997) studying the Western research on reincarnation, and since age 19 (I am now 63) I have been practicing strict honesty as a spiritual discipline. I have learned to be rigorous in my investigations, and if I say something, you can bet I am telling you the truth about it, as far as I understand it. I had $1,300 to produce my documentary on reincarnation. I can't even imagine what kind of budget these people must have to produce their shows, through "Prometheus Productions." But although some of their key presenters and researchers seem quite sincere, I think their discernment is lacking; and I don't think you can trust all the evidence as being genuine. If I had the artistic talent, I would create a lampoon with grey aliens, with the blankly-staring bug eyes, and huge heads, and spindly bodies, as the gods of Olympus--there would be Apollo, and Athena, and so-on, with their spindly grey bodies. Well, why not? They don't seem to make any distinction between ancient gods, and aliens. They are depicted as it suits them, from episode to episode. If it suits them to portray ancient aliens as gods, then they look like exceptionally beautiful human beings. If it suits them to portray them as aliens, then they have big bug eyes (which in all depictions I have ever seen, evince very little of the spark of intelligence), and elongated skulls, etc. They are so eager to make everything fit their theory, that they never question this stuff.

But then, as said, people are ruined. By the time they get to my presentation, they assume, "Oh, this must be the same sort of thing."

That's just an introduction. What I wanted to write about--and I'm almost out of time--is a past-life memory of my own which has recently turned out to have some pretty strong evidence supporting it. This is not one of the three I shared with a skeptical Dr. Jim Tucker a few months ago. Probably, he would have shrugged this one off, as well. But I'll share it with anyone who is interested, because it's been striking me, lately.

Several years ago--I could look up the exact date, but it was in the first edition of my book, so we are talking mid-2011, at least--I had a memory in full waking consciousness (i.e., not under hypnosis, or dreams, or any other altered state).* I was riding in a sleigh, with Abby (my past-life wife) cuddled up next to me under the buffalo robes. It was dusk, and the driver of a two-horse sleigh was driving fast--too fast--through the trees. Abby was scared, and she was clinging to me. I could smell her hair, which was a rich, earthy, pleasant smell; and she even took my hand. But she was rather young. At the time I had the memory-glimpse, I thought maybe she was 15 years old; and I, as Mathew, wasn't sure exactly how to take it. I didn't know if she was just scared, and clinging to me as she might a big brother, or if there was more to her feelings. I felt aroused, but didn't think I should be feeling that.

Now, at this time, I had read Mathew Franklin Whittier's biography, and I knew from this source, and the official records, that Mathew and Abby had married in August of 1836, when he was 24 and she was 20. I assumed that they must have started courting a few months prior to that. Everything I seemed to remember about their courtship--and there were several glimpses--I fit into that scenario. And they all fit plausibly enough, except that this memory was way out of place. If the biography was correct, and if my assumptions based on that biography were correct, this would be something like five years before they courted and married. There was nothing in the historical record which indicated that they knew each other--no less that they rode in sleighs together--so early.

On the other hand, while it didn't occur to me at the time I had the memory, people didn't wash their hair very often during the winter in the 1830's. And the smell was quite pleasant, something I associated with her, personally, i.e., her own scent. This might be the way a man would interpret such things in that era, which lent a certain authenticity to the memory.

During the past several months, I have discovered sources for Mathew's writing which date back to when he was 17 years old. He was writing for two New York City newspapers, successively, from late 1829 to late 1835. And in those papers, I found very strong evidence that Mathew was friends with Abby's older brother; that Abby began tutoring Mathew in the classics as of 1830, when she was 14 and he, 18; that Abby fell in love with him at that time, and at least in her mind, they were a couple by 1831; and that as of February 1832, Mathew had fallen in love with her. She is now 15, and he is 19.

Even a year or so before I found these sources, I had found one which took them back to 1832, and there were clues there, as well. But now I really had it. It was just as I remembered. Abby, a brilliant little ethereal thing who was mature for her age and ahead of her time, was in love with Mathew as of age 14. But he was humoring her, at first, or not quite sure how to take it. It wasn't until she was 15 that he began feeling the same way; and if I read the clues correctly, it wasn't until the spring of 1833, when she was 16, that they became intimate.

Now, I don't have a diary or correspondence which confirms this sleighride memory. That would be proof. What I have now is strong plausibility. But I remember when I had that memory. It came out-of-the-blue. It seemed entirely out of context; so much so, that I felt I was dutifully reporting it, without any real hope of ever verifying it, or even making sense of it.

This may not be proof, to you. But if you are sincerely open-minded, it should be impressive, at least (and that is precisely what Dr. Tucker stubbornly denied me regarding the three memories I shared with him, i.e., being impressed). This is hardly the only confirmed memory in the study. But I'm realizing that now, with this additional evidence I've found over the past few months, it has become one of the stronger ones.

Best regards,

Stephen Sakellarios, M.S.

*Except that Abby herself, now in the astral realm, was helping me remember some of these things.

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