I don't know how many I have lived, but I can recall snippets of three previous ones....living and dying in a castle in Wales, I can still see the inside of my casket and smell the stench of my own death. I would walk the ramparts and enjoy the view of the surrounding countryside, with low hills in the distance. My bed was a raised platform with very soft animal skins for blankets. I don't know the year, but I wore shoes with large buckles which were popular in the renaissance. In another lifetime I was a merchant in some middle eastern city...I don't know which one. I had a room in a tower of a building, and from the window I could look out over the rooftops. My bed again was a raised platform, this time made of a heavy rattan woven into a pattern. The surface was padded with straw or reeds inside a white linen quilt-like thing. There was a charcoal sketch on the wall of an Arab man. I assume it is me. In another time I was a Native American or Canadian Indian. I have vivid memories of many people walking thru a forest clearing and a small village. I wore long pants and moccasins made of doe skin. My house was dome shaped and made of curved saplings, vines and supple branches. The cooking fire was outside and there was a dirt floor. I saw a female sitting down and leaning against the wall, with a sad, empty expression. My wife? Was I dead? I don't know.

Newton's book that I mentioned earlier contains a narrative of a spirit entity preparing to incarnate. There is no "spirit spot". The spirit enters the developing fetus sometime after the 3rd month. This is point at which the developing nervous system first becomes capable of hosting a soul. The begins the process of mapping out the human host. There is no "spot" because the spirit completely infuses the host with its energy.

They may burn your bones and scatter your ashes, but doubtful it's your last life. There is a part of us that is immortal.