no... but i know what it's like to
die.
it's always memories like that that surface first. extreme *emotion* of any kind tends to filter through all the rest of the mishmash.
i remember strong loves (mostly the same soul in various bodies). i remember flashes of extreme joy and gut-wrenching fear. but my most prominent memories... well, i know what it's like to die.
i've died more times than i remember now... i still have only so very few snatches of anything, really... but i've died. and very rarely tamely or peacefully. (or if i have... i do not remember those... for they would have less extreme feel to them as the more sudden or painful or wrong ones).
i have died in battle... taking a blow meant for the man who at the time i ...loved. and i died senselessly then... for he could not take my gift.
i have died in fire or explosion, i am not yet sure which. a sudden catastrophe caught me unaware in smoke and flame and fear. it was ... painful, and difficult. but mercifully fast
so yes... i know what it's like to be dead... and what it's like to die... it happens to me, all the time...
my own personal time capsule of lives