When I was a small child I could see living people all around me. I could see my mother and father and people in the street, all living and moving about. I thought everyone could see them. So I happened to mention it to my mother and father, who were quite disturbed by this. They told me to stop talking such non-sense. There were no living people, they themselves were not living or present, and even if they were, I certainly could not see them. So I learned not to talk about this subject. As I got older sometimes I had in-the-body experiences and imagined that I remembered glimpses of a present life. But now I only see dead people like everyone else.