Back in the last century I was in a New Agey meditation group (I know, I know, I'll do penance, truly I will, but there was this gorgeous exotic dark haired girl......) and we did past life search meditations for each other, one on one. Whoever was doing mine told me I had "been around since the beginning" - they didn't specify which beginning. If it was the "beginning of time" then I'm truly, incredibly ancient, but perhaps they meant only since the beginning of the meditation session. But as I recall everyone told everyone else the same thing, so perhaps it was simply a mutual reassurance type of thing: "Go on, I'll say you're an Ancient Soul if you tell me I'm one .......?"
I didn't believe any of it (which was a major source of friction between me and the exotic dark haired girl, and perhaps a bodacious big part of the reason that we're not together any more), but then I tend not to believe stuff anyway; I'll trust my own experience long before I'll trust what someone else tells me. This tendency gets me into trouble at times.
I've had past-life regressions a few times; in one I was a WWII bomber pilot, in another an ageing former Samurai warrior spending his last years in a monastery - I might have mentioned this before on the Forum some while ago. But my own vivid dreams and meditation experiences point in altogether weird directions. There are recurring visions where I'm travelling through hidden tunnels and underground passageways beneath a perfectly prosaic 20th century city, others where I'm some kind of Shaman meeting a female spirit entity in a moonlit forest glade, in yet others I'm not in our Earthly reality at all, but in some kind of parallel universe very similar to that of our mundane world, but altered in subtle and arbitrary ways - and, in still others, I'm a renegade Mage living in a continent that disappeared beneath the ocean in some dim distant past, pre-Egypt, pre-Stonehenge, perhaps even pre-Humanity. Perhaps the Tuatha De Danaan, those mysterious, half-Human, half-Elvish people who colonised Ireland before written history began, are my kin.
Either I've been around a LOO-OO-OONG time indeed, or I have a vivid imagination that goes off in its own directions at times. Whichever, I must say I seldom suffer from boredom. "What on Earth (or elsewhere) is going to happen next....?" is my usual response.
Blessed Be all you time and space travellers out there,