I know that no matter what I say you're not going to believe me so I'm not going to sugar the pill. For a start I have memories from past lives, countless numbers of them, stretching back several million years. I've never had a brain injury and I've never been under hypnosis. To me they are just simply long forgotten memories that sometimes get recalled if the right trigger happens like all the memories from my current life do. I can't really tell you the exact date because the system of the calendar we used back then differs to the way we do it today and I'm not sure how it relates but the people there i can say looked as though they had stone age technology, antlers were used to make cutting edges for knives though most tools were made entirely out of wood. The land looks a lot like modern Florida with huge swamps and the plant life resembles those found in the England and northern France however there are crocodiles here and various species which I've discovered went extinct due to the rise of farming. We are a peaceful people and have a very successful trade network via boats. I haven't seen any boats that resemble the ones I see here in any historical sources but the nearest i can compare it to is a viking longboat. On further study we appear to be speaking in a language which sounds somewhat similar to inuit. I can't understand the words that are being said but I know the meaning of the sentences like at the point in time when these events happened i knew the language and understood but now the words are weird and alien to me but since at the time i understood i knew then what the maening of the sentences were the memory of the meaning remains if that makes any sense. people here live to be very old indeed and there are quite a few women who are more than a century old. There's no farming per say but people have herb gardens where medicinal plants are grown. I recognise a few. Dock, nettle, mint, etc. From the conversations i've had i've learned there's a land to the west where puffins and seals live and Europe is to the east. Odd thing about this place is that nobody wears furs like you'd expect and we don't hunt prey. Instead we have beans. We eat lots and lots of beans. Beans are used as a currency here but other places don't accept it as money and we have to trade goods. There are these other guys who split off from our group which we call Edta who keep wolves as pets, wear the skulls of goats on their heads and clothes made from fur. Initially we were just disappointed in their bloodthirsty ways, our religion says that killing animals will bring rainstorms and since our land is on the level of the water this is very bad for us. As the years went by the Edta became increasingly violent. their civilisation is failing. They've done deforestation on a massove scale where they came from and the earth has lost all its fertility and the crops they cultivated have died so now they raid our civilization to get by. They are frightening looking now sunken eyes, gaunt, no fat or muscle mass, just skin and bone with bloated bellies. We have dubbed them "the thirsty people" because all they do is take. We don't know why but ever since they split from us the sea level has been rising and now there's getting less and less land and more ocean. It's getting very difficult to get enough food to supply our population and people are dying. People leave but they don't come back and we don't hear of them again. We are not fighters. We cannot protect ourselves. The goat herders from the north have heard of our plight and come to our aid. These ships look a LOT more like viking longboats. They are armed with shields made of heather and wear wicker armor. They escort us north and our land disappears over the horizon. Nothing but ocean now. We are not used to this. We are attacked countless times by the Edta but now they look a lot healthier and their clothing is less ramshackle and looks to be tailored to their form in clothes that look a lot more like tunics and slacks with buttons. The goat folk are frightening to watch themselves they kill Edta without a second thought. Blood is on the water but we are thankful that it's not ours. The air gets colder and clouds come from our mouths. We arrive at this new place. Battlements. huge wooden towers. Giant wooden gates. Massive wooden walls. Building like this are strange to us. Inside are houses made of sticks that resemble our mud huts. People wear fabric robes of green patchwork. These people are excessively loud. I know they're friendly but they shout every single word and their voice is like sand. Inside the houses they have finely crafted wooden furniture and figures of goats. They worship Djor and it sounds like our religion but a lot more violent. They have farming on a large scale. All kinds of plants and they milk wild goats which they lure to them with grass they grow specifically for them. The goats never fight people but they fight each other a lot. Nothing too serious though, mostly knocking each other over rather than killing. It's the first time I've seen a goat but we know what they are because they have the same heads and skins as the clothes that the Edta wore. As time goes on these people become more viking like but never fully develop into what we recognise as vikings. Many many centuries later we are one and the same and we no longer look like different races to each other. We head back to the land where we used to call home but it's no longer there. Just ocean now. We head west to the land we know about from our history books but most people think it does not exist. Sure enough we find it exactly where we said it was. There are people living here that are just like the people we used to be. Unfortunately our rivals the "Cells?" have heard about our migration and soon land here. They slaughter all they see, destroy the land with over-farming and push us out. The goat herders have come to our rescue and land north and are on their way. We head north and meet them half way. We set up a fortress called "Heen" which means "on the marsh" as that's where we're staying. Cells arrive but they are being persued by another group of bloated drunken naked men they call the "Ratten". Apparently the Ratten and Cells have been fighting over Europe and they both wanted our home after hearing about it in stories. The Ratten call it a word that sounds like "Adlanda" but the Cells call it something like "Albon". That's why I think my memory must be about this Atlantis people keep talking about. That's all the relevant bits. Obviously there's a lot more before and after these events but that goes on for forever. I've also cut out huge chunks of irrelevant information. If you want to know more just ask.