You doubt your memories?

Good.

Doubting the complete veracity of one's memories - whether they are of this life, or of another life - is a completely natural experience.

There are moments in most people's lives that they can't remember clearly, whether it's a case of rearranging details, adding details that didn't exist at the time, or simply being unable to recall everything.

This holds just as true, if not moreso, for memories that come from other lives.

Memories from other lives can come to us unbidden, can be triggered by the most innocuous things - scents, colours, music. And unlike many memories from this life, they can be near impossible to verify against other people's experiences.

If you suddenly remember that you had a blue dress when you were three years old, you can ask a parent, or someone else that knew you at that time.

If you suddenly remember that you had a blue dress three lifetimes ago on Planet Foo...who do you ask? How do you know that what you remember is true?

It's natural to want to have a name and place for every memory you may have. It's possible to leap to the conclusion that something is a memory, when it could just be random mental-imagery.

Sorting these things out is not a quick process, nor is one likely to ever be completely without doubt. There is nothing wrong with this.