My Life Before

To make a long story short, late 2013, I self-published my first book trying to tell everyone about an experience that I was coping with five years earlier that made me believe I was the reincarnated lover of King Seti I, the second Pharaoh of the 19th dynasty of Egypt. At first I assumed that I was just a mere servant boy that just gotten the king all hot and hard. Therefore someone who was insignificant to the king, but as more memories sprung about from the cold dark corners of my mind, they showed me that I was more than just a mere servant I was of royal blood and a very notable one too. As more memories popped up it was revealed to me that I was a relative of King Tut, you know that famous boy pharaoh that everyone seemed to be talking about even today. Yeah, I know, it’s a stretch (it was for me) and you can all laugh all you want, but I believe that this could be possible. Let me point this out, I wasn’t a Tut maniac before I published my story and to be honest, my story has vital to do with King Tut, but the family members that were very close to him. To be honest, Tut is a way to push my story out, because not everyone knows about King Tut’s other family members. Besides his grandfather Amenhotep (pronounced Amen-ho-tep) III, his also notorious parents; Akhenaten (Ak-hen-Aten), Nefertiti, and his wife Ankhesenamun (Ankh-e-sen-amoon), the rest are pretty much unknown, including my former self. No one knew, until then that Akhenaten had a baby son with his minor wife Queen Kiya. It was always assumed that Tutankhamen was the son of Akhenaten and Kiya, but the archeologists just had the story mixed up that’s all. These suppose memories came to me for a reason, now I understand what. Tut is a highly respectable even in today’s society, his rise to power came with a terrible price and thus for a while, it seems that with him his family legacy had died off. But little did everyone knew, his death led to a story that sat untold in the sands of time for over three thousand years. My claims of being reincarnated gave me a lot mixed reviews. Surprisingly, more people believed in my story than I even did myself. I was surprised that many of the people that I worked with and was associated with were open to those kinds of things. One co-worker called it “educational.” A lot of people don’t know about King Tut and the royal family” she stresses. It’s true not a lot of people, especially those in the ghetto know anything that has to do with King Tut or his father Akhenaten and wife Nefertiti. It bothered me a bit that we of African descent don’t know what take place in our native country. I’m glad that this experience happened to me so that in a way I can inform people of this great family or maybe introduce some people into Egyptology the study of Egypt’s past and current lifestyles. Despite those shockers, I was hit hard by the remarks of many critics. These critics called me “Sick” and that I needed some serious. Now, hear I thought the world had already changed from it ignorant views, I guess I was wrong. Silly me thought that I wasn’t going to get ridiculed for my beliefs; boy was I in for a bitter sweet surprise. Personally, I think the fact that so many people claimed to be Cleopatra, Nefertiti, King Tut, or related to these people in their past lives, made it easy for these critics to ridicule people like me. Like I said before, it was not like Tut and I were skipping down Amarna picking daisies, playing in the fields, or telling each other stories, we didn’t even communicate to each other that much. Again, I have to say this I wasn’t a “Tut maniac” or an “Amarna expert” before all this happened to me. I was just a young man trying to find his place in the world. Like so many others, around the world, I wanted to escape the tyranny of my environment. To be free, married to the sexiest man on the planet, and to be happy, I’m still wishing for this. Reincarnation wasn’t in my sexual vocabulary. Even though my family was very superstitious, I was taught by the churches that I use to attend that things such as Reincarnation doesn’t exists so that’s what I grew up believing until I was fifteen years old, when I had my first encounter with Reincarnation, but that’s a story for another lifetime. Yes, this is my second experience with reincarnation and to me the lifetime that I once lived is very important. Allowing these remarks to get to me I was broken inside and I thought that maybe they were right. Maybe I was sick; maybe I was a sad individual. It sure seemed as though I was. Let me be honest, I kind of was wishing that I was wrong so that I can walk away from this. I wished that no one would read my story so that all eyes wouldn’t be on me. So in a way, one can say that I asked for the insults because I didn’t believe in myself and in God.