First, note the question mark after the title. I don't claim that this experience proves past lives, but I just don't know any other way to explain it.

The year was probably 1990, give or take. I was spending another long summer (7 weeks) in Thailand, and I had decided a day trip via train to Lopburi, a small city 90 miles north of Bangkok. I had a rather rustic, hand-drawn map of the city that I had torn out of an old magazine and a list of about a dozen temples (both Hindu and...