All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places.

I have been aware of other persons in me .-- Oh, and trust me, so have you, my reader that is to be.

Read back into your childhood, and this sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as an experience of your childhood.

You were then not fixed, not crystallized.

You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness and an identity in the process of forming--ay, of forming and forgetting.
You have forgotten much, my reader, and yet, as you read these lines, you remember dimly the hazy vistas of other times and places into which your child eyes peered.