The Memory Painter

Bryan challenged, “And yet we are processing it. Look at us now.”


Finn nodded, conceding Bryan’s point. “Your ability to remember is beyond what we thought possible. Michael died under the drug. His mind must have remained opened and all those memories, that ability his higher mind was perfecting, must have carried over into this life. In essence, you inherited this capability from your previous self. You share the same higher mind. I have no other theory to offer.”

“What about Diana?” Linz asked. “Did she die under the drug?”

Finn shook his head no, as if the question were too painful to answer.

“I don’t remember things, like him,” Linz clarified. “It’s just a recurring dream of one life.”

“And you can speak Greek,” Bryan reminded her, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe she was still holding out.

“You have fluency as well?” Finn asked Linz, looking surprised.

“I think she has the ability to remember more, but her mind is holding back,” Bryan answered. Linz frowned at that.