I believe in past lives. You won't believe me, or you may think I'm delusional or very imaginative, but I remember some of my past lives. One of my most vivid

I believe in past lives. You won't believe me, or you may think I'm delusional or very imaginative, but I remember some of my past lives. One of my most vivid memories: I was a woman in some country in Africa. I lived in a hut which was some torn concrete fixed up with mud and a thatched roof. I had two sons-- one was about three, and the other was a baby. I don't know where my husband was in these memories, but I remember that i liked him-- like I was growing fond of him, because perhaps I wasn't sure before? I remember carrying the baby in my arms. He was my favorite (I had a bad feeling about the older boy). So I remember constantly looking into the baby's eyes to see if he still had sweetness. I don't remember their names and I don't remember the time period. Bad stuff happened and I died young and I don't know what happened to my boys. I believe I only remember what's relevant to me in this life, and that souls aren't just reincarnated on Earth. I don't believe in karma, just life/soul lessons.