One day in 1986, my mentor Peg called me up in great excitement. A long-time sensitive with a strong background in metaphysics, her psychic antennae were always on alert. 

“I was sitting at work, and I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder, so I got out a pen and started to write what I heard!” she exclaimed. “Listen!” She proceeded to read me simple but profound-sounding insights about her life, our friendship – all sorts of interesting observations that somehow rang true without any possibility of immediate validation.

I was asked this recently, and I kind of wished I'd passed on answering.

Instead I paused and spluttered, “Umm – maybe middle-aged?” Now I haven’t heard from her in a while.

Oops!

And anyway, who am I to judge?

Some spiritual teachers say that all souls are exactly the same age – that there cannot be older and younger souls. That the Creator, perhaps at the literal moment of the so-called Big Bang, spontaneously created a vast number of souls who learn and grow via a cycle of death and rebirth on Earth.