The reason we don't remember our past lives

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During my two hour walk with Buddha,my great and wise teacher, we meditated on reincarnation and why most of us do not remember our past lives.

Most of us remember our nightly dreams and then we wake up. The simple act of waking and having the realization that it was just a dream and it was not real, allows us to forget the experience. So, the big question is, when we wake up from this dream, the one we call our "life" will we remember that it was not real?

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