There are as many paths to God as there are people. You feel it out on your own. And anyone who claims to have the whole answer, they are wrong. We all have lived many times. This is not my first time around. I remember my past lifetimes, and it is more vivid than what happened to me last week.
In my earliest past life, I was Incan. I was female, and I remember long rows of food, amid a celebration. I recall looking at myself in a body of water and admiring myself. An aged woman reprimanded me for my worldliness. She said,"You should be more concerned about your spirituality than your looks."
At another time, I was in a feudal period, and I lived in this area where we served other people. I was a fat girl with strawberry-blond hair. I had these two dark, swarthy brothers. We lived in a loft upstairs. The animals were down below. One night my brothers said, "Our parents are coupling." My father despised me, and therefore I went with this man and had sex under an apple tree.
I was so happy because I thought my father would be glad to get rid of me. Instead, he said, "You smell of sex," and he beat me to death.
My own view is that reincarnation happens, and the reason why I believe is that my memories are so vivid, and keep coming back.
(apologies for earlier problems--two people trying to use same computer--coming up under wrong userid--I'm not used to this.)