Homesick for other lifetimes

I'm pretty sure it was Lea, lo these many years ago, in an attempt to unravel the mysteries of some guy's appeal, who told me about Edgar Cayce's assertion that groups of people are reincarnated together and that relationships evolve over many lifetimes. That is, actually, about the sum total of what I know about Edgar Cayce and it may or may not be accurate... doesn't matter -- that bit, embellished by me, and a whole raft of vaguely associated stuff has taken up residence in my head.

I have accumulated a long list of the missing in this one lifetime... a scattered carass (that, actually, is a Kurt Vonnegut word, I think). The notion that there might be lifetimes of them, and places from each lifetime, all of whom and which I have forgotten in every respect except that I miss them -- whether it's true or reasonable -- feels like an appropriate cause for this overwhelming but non-specific feeling of WANTING that occasionally strikes me. It's not wanting food or sex or cigarettes or shopping -- although maybe like some drug I didn't know I was taking has been withdrawn. It's not quite like plain old lonely, it's more like missing, but there's no one place or person I miss -- it's everywhere I've ever been, and everywhere I've never been, and it's my whole list of the missing -- some of whom I don't think I've met.

It passes, I know -- it's just... out of sorts... end-of-holiday blues... PMS... the tsunami... something.