I've always felt as if Elvis might have spent a past life in Lemuria. His connection with Hawaii was obviously something he clung to for joy and to keep his sanity as well as maybe for unexplained reasons. And the way he was received by the native peoples was no coincidence, either. I've also never thought the fact that he moved to Memphis was just "a coincidence", as well. ("King" of Memphis) As you all already know, he spent time in Egypt in past lives. I often wonder if I shared a life with him somehow. I have been made aware of (one?) of my lives in Atlantis, the one I was living as Atlantis experienced it's final death. I first recalled details of this through a dream 1997, after I had my spiritual awakening. And not by coincidence, I have ALWAYS been drawn to the very word "ATLANTIS" and any image surrounding it. It's kind of hard to explain. Something about it rings a bell far down in my soul. Now I know why. I made my first trip to the Caribbean (Jamaica) that year (1997). The pull is now irrestible. Every day, I remember more of that life in Atlantis. When I'm there, I am home. This is the part of Atlantis where my I and my family and my now-husband resided, in the very southern part of the land. I went back and forth to the Yucatan peninsula, as well, learning and teaching, as I was what you could call a junior priestess in training, for lack of a better term. I went to Grand Cayman in 2004. We are going back to Jamaica (Negril; same place as our honeymoon) next month. My husband also shared that life in Atlantis with me. He has had a love for Jamaica since he was born, unexplained until recently. I know I'm going a little off topic here but I've finally found people who I can talk to!!! And maybe the connection I feel with Elvis just has to do with the fact that we are both from other planets, I'm not sure. It doesn't really matter. I know what I feel. Maia, you mentioned a life Elvis had at some sort of a beautification Temple, or a place to "mend" yourself. I've dreamt of that before. I was looking down at kind of a cross-section of the place, which looked like an Atlantean/Greek structure. In every room, people were there making themselves better/healthier somehow. By being surrounded by light, by color, by sound, you name it...I was told by telepathy (by whom I don't know) that I was a part of this place and I "worked" there.
Gosh, I hope I haven't gone too far off on a tangent. Thanks for listening, you guys.

Memories...pressed between the pages of our mind...quiet thoughts come floating down and settle softly to the ground...memories...sweet memories