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In answer to a question about: what was the defining moment when
you realized you were remembering a famous past life, Athlynne, who recalls Marie Antoinette, wrote this:
My "defining moment" was when I woke up from the first memory-dream I had
of my execution. It had been more real than most of my waking hours, and during it I was me, still me, but in a different
body, with different memories, different fears, even a different language. I was deep in denial at the time, but that
first dream knocked me clean out of it. It would be a while before I accepted it, but then I knew I couldn't deny any
more who I had been.
I sat in bed thinking about this, try to calm down and breathe, and seeing the difficult road
ahead, I said to the dim room, "Oh, f*ck." 
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