Tell me about a past life that will help me understand the present.

You were a young man, injured in an accident, who could no longer walk. You were an object of pity in the village. He’ll never work again, never marry, he might as well be dead.

You disappeared for three years, and the village forgot about you.

But you were determined to walk again. You worked and worked, your own physical therapist. You had no help. You healed yourself. You learned to walk again by sheer force of will. And then you reappeared.

And they called it a miracle. A religious miracle. They sang praises to God who healed you. They followed you, looking for the Spirit.

And you were royally pissed. You did all the work, it was not a miracle. God had nothing to do with it.

And here you are again. You healed yourself.