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He told me how he
chose this family.

And he said, "I've
been watching you.

You know, there's
windows in heaven, Mama."

She couldn't take it.

She was so frightened.

She was shaking
and clinging to me.

He was certain that the
building was going to collapse.

And he kept saying, "It
shouldn't have happened.

It shouldn't have happened."

He would sweat, cry, scream.

That was far from
the worst of it.

It was very upsetting
that it kept happening.

I felt completely helpless.

It was horrible to watch.

We thought she was having
a memory of a past life.

He had to have
been on this ship.

There's just no way that he
would know all these things.

It kind of felt like she
was sending me a message.

I still can't explain
what happened that day.

But I'll never forget it.

Madison, Wisconsin is the
state capital of Wisconsin,

and it's very diverse.

It's a university town.

The winters are a little
hard, but it's usually

pretty beautiful here,
and the people are great.

I was married when
I was quite young.

And I had my daughter, Teal.

And then John and I had
Jamey 18 years later,

and Jamey is my son.

Jamey was a great baby.

He's just been the
greatest kid ever.

I can't say enough
good things about him.

He was always very
happy and joyful,

you know, enjoyed
everything that he

did, had a great attention
span for learning things.

And he was really easy.

He was an easy kid.

I'm a forensic psychologist,
and Jamey is my little brother.

The age difference between
Jamey and I is about 17 years.

I was actually in college at
the time when it all started.

Everybody in my
family loves to swim.

You know, we all love the water.

So we had a swimming pool.

Jamey would never go down
past the stairs of the pool.

And even if I would pick
him up and take him out

into the water, he
would completely panic.

Practically choke you,
begging you to take him back

into the shallow
part of the pool.

He was terrified of the
deep end of the pool.

Most kids have a natural
aptitude or liking for water

if that's what their
parents display.

And we all love water.

To my knowledge, he didn't
have any experiences

that were negative.

But he hated it.

He was afraid ever
since the beginning.

So I didn't know what
to attribute it to.

When Jamey was about three
or four-- he was young,

because he was trying to
learn to ride a small bike--

I was outside with him,
trying to encourage

him to ride the bike.

And he started talking
about seeing our mom riding

a bike down the same street.

And he said, "Mom
rode her blue bike.

I saw her ride her blue bike."

And I said, "Where did you
see her, like in a picture,

like a photograph?"

And he said, "No, I
looked down and saw her

through the window."

I did have a little
blue three-wheeler

that I used to ride.

And that would have been, for
me, around the age of five.

And he knew about it.

I had never mentioned
it to him before.

I don't even think I
have a picture of it.

And he said that he
used to watch me.

And I said, "How
did you watch me?"

And then he was kind
of indignant about it.

He goes, "Well, you know,
there's windows in heaven,

Mama."

When he was a child, he
actually had a little bit

of an English accent to some
things that he would say.

Jamey had a speech impediment
when he was very young.

And so when he started saying
things in an accent from time

to time, I figured it was just
part of the speech impediment.

It was really when he started
using different terminology

to say things that I
thought it was strange.

He always used
port and starboard

to indicate left and right.

I figured he must just be
picking them up somewhere.

I thought it might have
been that he saw something

on television that he
was really enamored with

and that he would just start
using those expressions.

I remember I used to
try to correct him,

and he would not
say right or left.

He only said port or starboard.

When Jamey was around
four or five years old,

he started having night terrors.

He would be asleep.

He'd go to bed.

And you'd hear him, you know,
thrashing around a little bit.

And then all of a sudden,
he'd come running.

He didn't look at you.

He didn't look at
his surroundings.

But he always seemed panicked,
like he was looking for a way

to get out.

He seemed to be
greatly distressed.

And it was very
frustrating for me.

I had no idea what to
do about any of it.

It did concern us when he
kept having these nine terrors.

And we talked to his doctor
about it, who explained that it

was a little more
common than we thought

for someone to sleepwalk.

And we were concerned about it,
because it was very upsetting

that it kept happening.

Night terrors is a
good word for them.

They were terrifying.

But this was just the beginning.

Payson, Arizona is a
small town about an hour

and a half north of Phoenix.

It's kind of a sleepy town,
cowboy town, antiquing town.

My wife Heather and
I are both artists.

Daryl and I have three children.

Our oldest is 22.

He's a medic in the army.

And then we have two younger
children, Thalia and Cyrus.

Our daughter Thalia
was born in 2002.

The moment she was born,
I didn't know what to say.

It was just amazing to see her.

When Thalia was
little, Daryl and her

were very close immediately.

Thalia, bise.

She was the happiest
kid I have ever seen.

Bise.

She woke up laughing or
smiling, never anything other.

If she fell down
and bumped her head,

she'd just dust herself
off and keep on going.

Happy was her natural
state of being.

She spoke early.

She potty trained early.

She did everything early.

Thalia was a very
exceptional child.

We moved to
Costa Rica in 2003.

Soon after arriving
in Costa Rica,

we opened a little sandwich
shop right on the beach.

When we'd made the
move to Costa Rica,

Thalia was one year
and one month old.

The first time Thalia said
anything that we thought

was odd or out of the ordinary,
she was about three years old.

She was just sitting
quietly, being very morose

and crying to herself.

And we just didn't
understand that.

And I said, "What's the matter?"

And she was in a distant place.

And I was trying to get
out of her what it was

that was bothering her so much.

And she said, "That old lady,
that poor lady, that old lady.

I can't help her.

She needs help."

And she wouldn't elaborate.

We didn't have an old
lady in our presence,

in our lives, nobody
she saw like that.

She would have these sort of
crying episodes every few days

for about six weeks or so.

One of the personality
traits that Thalia's always

had is she's always been
very caring, very sensitive

to the suffering
of other people.

As a little kid, I think
somebody had gotten a splinter

or something, and she thought,
"We should have a kit ready

for something like that."

So she collects all
this different stuff,

you know, cotton swabs
and iodine and bandages,

and puts them all together in
this little backpack that's

in the back of, like,
a little beach chair.

Two weeks later, I'm
fixing our dryer.

She heard me go, "Ow," and
I go, "Oh, cut myself."

Before I barely
finished that sentence,

she comes running
in with the chair.

She's got everything out and
totally cleans and bandages me

up.

For a little girl, very unusual.

I was sweeping the floor.

And I see Thalia out of
the corner of my eye.

She's just standing still on
edge of one of the patios,

looking out over the garden.

She hasn't moved.

I just continue to
sweep, and I still

see that she hasn't moved.

So I put the broom down against
the railing, and I walk over.

And I said, "Are you OK?"

And she's got this distant
stare, this look in her eyes

that I've never seen before.

And she just looks
up at me and says,

"Do you remember when
we were Japanese?"

Our three-year-old
daughter Thalia

started having memories of this
old lady that needed her help

and was dying, and
she couldn't help her.

I was sweeping the
floor, and I see Thalia

out of the corner of my eye.

And she's just got
this distant stare.

She just looks up at me and
says, "Do you remember when

we were Japanese?"

Aside from the shock,
my first thought

was, I want to know where
she's taking this when she was

talking about the old
lady that needed help.

And here she is doing it again.

So I said, "What
do you remember?"

And she says, "Well, that's
why I'm sad right now.

I was thinking about
that little girl."

I said, "What little girl?"

And she says, "The
one that died.

You remember that little girl
who just worked and worked

and worked, and then she died?

That was sad.

That's what I was
thinking about."

I thought it was significant
that a child was talking

about another child having
to work so hard until she got

sick.

I thought that was an unusual
thing for a child to speak of.

She stretched her
arms up to be picked up,

'cause she was visibly
upset about it.

And I picked her up,
and I said, "Well,

I think that girl's in a
much better place now."

And she said, "Oh, I know.

I was just thinking about
her, and it made me sad.

She's much better now, and
she's not so tired anymore."

As she was describing
this, you know,

she would speak in a more
adult style of language.

It wasn't simple.

They were complete sentences.

They were complete thoughts,
formulated before she even said

anything, you now?

It's as if she's reporting
on something, a memory that

is from an older person.

That was very powerful.

It stuck with me for weeks.

The village in Costa
Rica that we were living in

was very remote, and we
did not have a television.

She was not exposed to anything
Japanese or much other culture

at all.

One day, just to
pass the time, Daryl

had taken some old newspaper
and started painting.

Thalia walks up to me, and she
says, "Hey, Daddy, can I try?"

I put some ink on the brush,
and I handed it to her.

And she just draws
out this symbol

that kind of felt like she
was sending me a message.

From the age of
four years old,

Jamey started having
night terrors.

It's very hard, because we were
advised not to wake him up out

of it.

So we would have to kind
of go through it with him.

He would go to bed just fine.

He would go to sleep.

But then you could hear
him thrashing around

in his bedroom.

He would sweat, cry, scream.

By the time the
nightmare was done,

his pajamas were
literally soaked through.

And then he would bolt. He
would just fly out of bed,

and he would come
running down the hallway,

go running into rooms.

And you had to make sure he
didn't go down the stairs.

It was horrible, because we
didn't know if it was ever

going to go away.

I felt completely helpless.

During the terror,
he would talk.

And he would talk about water
or drowning or going under.

I started to realize that
there had to be something

to this, that it
wasn't just a nightmare

that he was having, that he had
some memory of something that

was extremely traumatic,
and he kept fighting it.

He was struggling with it.

I was trying to get my mom and
everybody to be calm about it,

because being in psychology,
I know that night terrors are

actually really common.

I just kind of wrote
that off as not

experiencing one particular
thing over and over,

just that he was having night
terrors like normal kids do.

Jamey was around
four years old.

And we had gone out one night
and left him with a babysitter.

And when we came
home, we found out

that Jamey had watched the
last half of the "Titanic"

movie, which is not something
we were happy about.

And the next day, he started
drawing and painting picture

after picture of the Titanic.

Within the first two
weeks, he probably

had painted 50 pictures.

At first, I thought it was
just because he saw the movie,

and the movie is very emotional.

And I thought that that was
all it was, until the obsession

didn't go away.

No matter where he
went, on his notebooks,

in school, on placemats,
he drew the Titanic

over and over and over again.

I didn't know
it then, but that

was far from the worst of it.

Jamey started drawing
and painting picture

after picture of the Titanic.

The obsession part of
it was disconcerting,

because we couldn't stop it.

His paintings and drawings
of the Titanic, some of them

looked like they were
done by an adult.

One he had over 100
windows drawn in.

One pencil drawing he has
all the levels of the ship,

like, if you cut
the ship in half,

and you can see all the
different rooms and everything.

He knew the ship.

He knew it by heart.

But you can't learn that
by watching the movie.

The movie actually was
more about the love story.

And Jamey was completely
distraught over the fact

that the people
in the boiler room

died first, like it was his
fault that they were trapped.

I figured he'd
seen the movie, which

was a popular movie at
the time, and maybe that's

why he was into it.

But the form of obsession
that he had with it I knew

wasn't normal.

So I was a little creeped out.

He started talking
about the accident

itself and how it shouldn't
have happened, that there were

mistakes.

There were corners cut.

And the men in the boiler rooms
should not have been trapped.

And he would cry about it.

He was obsessed with
what happened to that ship

and what happened to
the people on that ship

and kept saying things like,
"It shouldn't have happened.

It shouldn't have happened."

So he was obsessed with
the tragedy of the Titanic.

When it started to get really
obvious that this was all

he wanted to deal
with, I did start

to think maybe he needed
some sort of therapy

about it, like maybe he was
so traumatized by the movie,

and we just didn't realize
it, that this was his way

of working out that trauma.

But it just seemed so unlikely,
especially considering

all the other things that kids
are exposed to these days.

Why would the sinking
of a ship 100 years ago

be that upsetting?

It was horrible to watch.

I mean, I would cry with him.

He acted like he was
responsible for the accident.

He had so much
knowledge about the ship

and such an interest in it that
we thought, there has to be

some other deeper connection.

I had always grew up with
the belief of reincarnation.

So it was a very
common thing for me

to think that, you know,
yes, there might be

more than just this one life.

And I had that
attitude with Jamey.

I didn't say, "Oh,
that's ridiculous,"

or, you know, "Where did
you get this stuff from?"

I just-- I started
collecting it.

I started making a journal.

It slowly dawned on
me that, you know,

he had to have been on the ship.

There's just no way that he
would know all these things.

We talked about the idea
of it being a past life.

Maybe he had been
on the Titanic.

When he was five
years old, he was

telling me some of
the mistakes that they

made in building the ship.

Using iron instead
of steel was wrong.

He was five, and he was
telling me these things.

And he said that when
the ship hit the iceberg,

the emergency doors trapped
everybody in the boiler room.

He would sob and say,
"They died first, Mama.

They died first.

You don't understand."

And I would try to comfort him
and say, "Oh, no, no, honey.

I understand. " And he would
wail, and he'd say, "No, no,

you don't understand.

It shouldn't have happened.

They shouldn't
have died that way.

That was a mistake."

Then I started thinking, maybe
he helped build the ship,

that he had something to do with
the construction of the ship

itself.

My mom had brought up
the idea of a past life,

because she believes
in the supernatural.

And I'm exactly the opposite.

She thought that it was a past
life because of the obsession,

because of him wanting to
know so much more about it.

My argument was
that a lot of kids

are obsessed with
certain things,

specifically, that
Hollywood portrays.

There's a whole generation
of kids that were obsessed

with "Star Wars," and
I wouldn't consider

them to have a past life.

But she kept bringing up the
details that he seemed to know.

And the more I argued
against it, you know,

his behavior just
kept progressing.

So I was starting to
wonder who was right.

He would draw the four
smokestacks with smoke

only coming out of three.

And I asked him, "Why
isn't this one working?"

He must have been four
or five years old.

He said, "That's a
dummy stack, Mama.

That's for show."

And I said, "What do you
mean, that's for show?"

"It's not real.
They didn't use it.

They only needed three, but they
thought four would be better."

I didn't know that.

I didn't know that till years
later, when I saw documentaries

done on the Titanic.

The turning point
for me would be when

he got a game of the Titanic.

It's a computer game.

During this time that he had
an obsession with the Titanic,

I didn't want to discourage
him about talking about it.

I didn't want him to
stuff it in and then

have it come out later.

So we finally got a CD-ROM
game for him to play.

So we opened it up, put
it in the CD-ROM player.

The game starts, and
the concept of the game

is that you have to find these
clues throughout the ship

to stop the ship from sinking.

The interesting
part of the game is

that it's you're the point of
view that you're on the ship.

So you're not looking from above
or any of the typical views

of Titanic.

You're actually on the ship.

And one of the first things
you're supposed to do

is go someplace specific.

I think that it was
the captain's quarters.

And he starts really
emphatically saying to go port.

You know, "Go port.

Go port."

And I'm like, "Well, why
don't we just go this way?

We're just going
to look around."

He's like, "No, go port."

And so I just go with it.

And he takes me
exactly to where we're

supposed to be going without
making any wrong turns,

without searching for anything.

I mean, the whole
point of the game

is that you're supposed to
search for stuff on the ship.

And he knew exactly
where this room

was with no preparation at all.

I was freaked out.

I was really freaked out.

The most intelligent person,
if you see maps from above,

it's not the same as being
in the point of view.

And so I just couldn't
figure out how he did it.

It didn't make sense to me.

And that's when my
viewpoint started to shift.

So after Jamey
was having memories

of the Titanic for
almost two years,

as we studied the Titanic
and the history of it,

we had finally come to the
conclusion about who he was.

Our three-year-old daughter
Thalia started having memories

of this old lady that needed
her help and was dying,

and she couldn't help her.

And then she started having
memories of being Japanese.

I don't like seeing
my little girl upset.

And as a dad, you
want to fix it.

My family and I moved from
the villages up to the main city

of San Jos , hoping to make some
money painting murals or doing

paint finishes.

We were hustling pretty
hard to find designers,

to meet architects,
to look at their work

and see how we could
do something with them.

It was a stressful endeavor
to hunt for work every day,

I mean, literally pounding the
pavement, going door to door.

One day, just
to pass the time,

Daryl had taken some old
newspaper and started painting.

And I was doing
this to decompress,

you know, to destress
over how difficult it

was being to provide.

Thalia walks up to me, and she
says, "Hey, Daddy, can I try?"

She came in, and
she wanted to try.

And I think, at that
time, she was four.

I put some ink on the
brush, and I handed it to her.

And she just draws out these
two Japanese characters

and puts the brush
down and walks away.

And these were very good.

So I had to look it up.

And it said "Home.

Love and home."

Not home in the house sense,
home in the family sense.

So I-- you know,
that's profound.

She'd always had that ability,
you know, to write letters

and things like that, just
seemed practically born

with it.

But to do these Japanese
characters is just amazing.

It kind of felt like she
was sending me a message.

I was doing this
to decompress, you

know, to relax over
how difficult it

was being to pay bills, pay
rent, and keep our house.

And then when she comes up
and does that, you know,

talk about decompress.

It was just like, right, right.

It was like, remember?

Wake up.

We are home.

You're home.

This is home.

And we moved from Costa
Rica back to the States,

because it was really
hard to make a living.

I mean, we could survive, but
it was like scratching dirt.

Thalia was about six
when we'd made the move.

This house we live in now, we
got this house specifically

because it had an outside
room, and I could turn that

into a polishing studio.

And she comes in, and she says,
"Hey, Daddy, remember when I

told you about being Japanese?"

Well, of course I do.

You know, how are you
going to forget that?

And she says, "Well, something
popped into my head."

And she grabbed a Sharpie
and drew this symbol.

I looked down, and I thought,
oh, that's interesting.

It looks like a leaf, a leaf
pattern with a circle in it.

When she did the
Japanese characters

and sent me kind of a
sign then, you know,

I thought this could be
another one of those.

It reminded me of,
like, a family symbol,

of family crests.

And I thought, I might look
into that, just to see.

If she remembers being Japanese,
maybe that's a family crest.

I don't know, but I'd certainly
be interested to find out.

I went online.

I discovered kamons are
Japanese family crests.

I thought, yeah, maybe
I can find this kamon

on the internet.

I found some very similar.

Thing is about trying
to research that is most

of the sites are in Japanese.

I don't read Japanese.

I think it's interesting to
consider her love of medicine

or her memories
of being Japanese,

her memories of these
ill-- child and an adult--

and the symbol of
the family crest.

You know, is there
a connection there?

I think there very
well could be.

Something was happening.

Maybe that's what
she's telling me.

I thought she was having
a memory of a past life.

Our daughter Thalia began
having memories of an old lady

who needed help, who was sick.

She began having memories
of being Japanese.

And she wrote Japanese
calligraphy out of the blue.

She grabbed a Sharpie
and drew this symbol.

It reminded me of,
like, family crests.

I think it's interesting to
consider her love of medicine

or her memories
of being Japanese,

her memories of these
ill-- child and an adult--

and the symbol of
the family crest.

You know, is there
a connection there?

I think there very
well could be.

Thalia had started expressing
that she was frightened

of large buildings.

My wife Heather had
taken Talia to an air museum.

And we went into this museum,
and she couldn't take it.

She was so frightened.

She was shaking
and clinging to me.

Then she started to cry.

And she said, "No, no,
it's going to fall down.

It's going to fall down."

She was certain that the
building is going to collapse.

I was concerned that it
would become worse and become

difficult for her to function.

I don't like seeing
my little girl upset,

and she was very upset.

Recently, a documentary
came on on the history

of the atomic bomb.

And she watched the
entire thing with me

without saying a word,
just glued to it.

I mean, for a kid, I
wouldn't think that would

be very interesting to them.

I asked Thalia, I said, "So what
if these things are related,

the caring and the old
lady and the young girl

dying and the fear of
buildings falling on you?

Do you think it's possible you
were at the end of World War

II in Japan when the
nuclear bombs went off?"

And she grabs me
by both shoulders

and shakes me and says,
"That makes sense."

You know, that was her
reaction to the idea.

When Thalia started talking
about her memories of a past

life, Daryl and I feel that it's
important to listen to children

and hear where they're coming
from and not just assume things

are make-believe
or in their minds.

My name is Thalia,
and I'm 10 years old.

I do have an interest to
see about other things

that I may have done so
that I can have closure

and be able to move
on and live normal.

Maybe there's something
there that can be dealt with,

something that can be exorcised.

You know, I'm thinking
that maybe she

has this memory of a
building falling on her,

of something
happening, you know?

We have a chance here
to get some answers.

If it's there, we'll find it.

After years of Jamey's
memories of the Titanic

and the night terrors and
the fear of deep water

and all the drawings
and the paintings

he made, we had finally
come to the conclusion

that he was having
a past life memory.

We were just hoping that we
would find closure and have

peace with it.

We didn't match him up
with anybody right away.

But as we studied the Titanic
and the history of it,

Jamey could have been
one of the designers.

His name was Thomas Andrews.

We felt like Jamey had a
connection with the ship's

architect, Thomas Andrews.

And he was very interested in
the whole shipbuilding side

of it.

Thomas Andrews designed
several ships for the White

Star Line.

And it was his habit of going
on all the maiden voyages

of the ships that he
helped design and build.

And on the Titanic, the
night that they were sinking,

he chose not to
get on a lifeboat

and went down with the ship.

Andrews was the chief designer.

He was the one that was fighting
with JP Morgan, who financed

the Titanic.

He fought with him over the
fact that they didn't have

enough lifeboats, the
fact that they were trying

to get the ship done
by a certain date,

so they weren't constructing it
as carefully as they could have

been.

Thomas Andrews wanted to use
steel, and they used iron.

And then, of course,
once the iron, which

wasn't as strong as steel, got
in the subzero temperatures

of the water, it became brittle.

So that was another reason why
the ship literally broke apart.

When you read about
Thomas Andrews,

it fit with what Jamey said.

They took the Titanic
exhibit across the country.

And as soon as my daughter Teal
heard that they were coming

to Chicago, we bought tickets
immediately and figured

Jamey has to go see it.

The things that
he was experiencing

were becoming more
and more intense.

And the obsession had been going
on for so long that I thought,

maybe if he is exposed to
things that were actually there,

maybe something
will click in him,

and it won't be such
an obsession anymore.

Maybe if he gets closer to
it, it'll make things better,

'cause I wanted him to be
able to be a normal kid.

When we got there, they
had so many artifacts.

And Jamey looked at
everything in detail.

All the other
kids at the exhibit

were just looking,
running, playing.

Jamey, however, studied
every single piece

that they had on display.

I didn't realize
how big of a deal

it was going to be until
I saw he was shaking

and almost breathless.

And then I started realizing
that maybe this was going

to be more heavy than I
thought it was going to be.

When we went to
the Titanic exhibit,

I was hoping that there would
be something that would turn

the corner for Jamey.

But it was after the exhibit
that Jamey had the dream

that I call the death dream.

Jamey's memories of the Titanic
went on for almost two years.

Jamey was completely
distraught over the fact

that the people
in the boiler room

died first, like it was his
fault that they were trapped.

It was so, so sad,
like heartbreaking.

When we went to the
Titanic exhibit in Chicago,

I was hoping that there would
be something that would turn

the corner for Jamey.

But it was after the exhibit
that Jamey had the dream

that I call the death dream.

He had been suffering from night
terrors for a couple of years.

Well, one night-- this was
after we had seen the exhibit--

I was home alone with Jamey.

He was in bed, asleep.

And I was watching television.

And all of a sudden I heard
a bang on his bedroom wall.

It was rhythmic.

It was bang, bang, bang, bang.

And I jumped up, and I
ran down the hallway.

And I flung the door open,
and Jamey was up on all fours

on his bed.

He was staring at the floor,
and he was almost convulsing,

he was shaking so hard.

I didn't know what to do.

I mean, I was terrified.

And I didn't know if I should,
like, shake him out of it.

And before I could even
do anything, he screamed.

And I cannot tell you
the terror in his voice.

He screamed, "She's going down."

It didn't sound
like a little boy.

It sounded like a man.

And I just-- I started to cry.

She called me and didn't
know what to do about it.

It was very upsetting.

You know, it was the worst
night terror he'd ever had.

And I think the exhibit
probably brought that up,

because he got so
close to the things

that, maybe in a
prior life, he had

seen at the end of his life.

But after that night,
it was a day or two,

he would talk about the Titanic.

And then it was a week,
he'd talk about the Titanic.

Then it was two weeks.

And slowly, he just
stopped talking about it.

And I really felt that
through all of that

brought him to the memory of,
actually, the ship sinking.

And once he experienced
that, it was over.

It was over.

I was happy.

I was very happy that
it seemed to just

kind of naturally
transition, that it was there

for the longest time, and then
it just seemed to fall away,

and everything else that Jamey
is now came more into focus.

My name is Jamey,
and I'm 19 years old.

I am in college right now,
and I'm studying animation,

3D modeling, and concept art.

It just seemed like I had
all these different memories

at the time that really
didn't make sense,

and the Titanic was as
familiar as my house was to me.

I would like to think that I was
probably Thomas Andrews, just

because of the
personality traits.

And what he did is
what I would have done.

He gave himself up to let
others get off the ship.

And it just-- it was a
horrible tragedy in history.

And I don't know, I'm just
very at peace with it,

knowing that I died
on the Titanic.

I think Jamey's
past life experience

for him proved to him that we
do come around more than once.

He's a great believer in that.

And it gives him, I think,
excitement for the future

that he's capable
of doing anything.

I hope that he is successful
in whatever he does,

and that if he does
fail at something,

that he doesn't go down
with the ship this time,

that he forgives himself
and just moves on.

The Titanic will
always be in connection

to me some way, and it's always
going to be a part of me.

But it's just about
living this life now.

And I no longer feel
like it's my fault.

I asked Thalia, I said, "What
if these things are related,

the caring and the old lady, the
young girl dying, and the fear

of buildings falling on you?

Do you think it's possible you
were at the end of World War

II in Japan when the
nuclear bombs went off?"

She thought about for a
second, and she stands up.

And she grabs me
by both shoulders

and shakes me and says,
"That make sense."

You know, that was her
reaction to the idea.

I do have an interest
to see about other things

that I may have done so
that I can have closure, be

able to move on,
and live normal.

Maybe there is something
there that can be dealt with,

something that can be exorcised.

Whatever happened to
her in a past life,

maybe she has this memory of
a building falling on her.

There should be a way
so she can get over it.

The Japanese family crest
that Thalia drew, what I think

is a kamon, I think that
deserves some more research.

So we've contacted the Japanese
expert in kamon in Los Angeles.

And Thalia and I are going
to take a trip to Los Angeles

to meet her.

Very, very anxious to
see what she has to say.

First, I saw the
picture that you sent me

that earlier you had drawn.

And I was fascinated
when I saw it.

This is a kamon for hiiragi,
which is the holly tree.

And the holly tree is considered
to be very sacred in Japan.

It definitely looks
like what I drew.

Yeah, I'm glad you think so.

They do have the list of the
names of people who use this

crest the most often in Japan.

Ah.

And I'm wondering if that
might ring a bell, to hear some

of the names, if any
of them sound familiar.

Kusano seems, like,
sort of familiar.

- Just kind of a gut feeling?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

And I can tell you where
the families came from

and where they live now.

One area is Tottori,
which is in Kyoto,

which is in the
southwestern part of Japan.

And you mentioned
buildings falling down.

You mentioned taking care of
an old woman and some children

that were very sick.

And you were like a medic
taking care of them.

There's a very well-documented
group of medics and nurses

who were sent from
Tottori into Hiroshima

to take care of the people
after the atom bomb.

And as you know, a lot of
people were very, very sick

for a long time.

And, you know, buildings
were falling down.

So it's hard to say
definitively, you know,

what it means.
Right.

But, you know, there's
just some possibilities

that you could look at.

You want to know more?

Yes.

Very exciting.

Thank you so much for letting
me research your kamon.

It was very, very
exciting for me.

Thanks for researching it.

I feel very happy, 'cause I
think that the things that I

learned today can help
me, because I know

I'll be able to get closer
and be able to really connect

and know what happened and
where I was in my past life.

It would be pretty
cool to travel to Japan

and find my past life family.

Because if I have closure,
I can be able to be Thalia,

and I don't need to
be stuck in the past.

Sue, the Japanese kamon
expert, with our meeting

today, she gave us a direction
and an area to focus on

and a place to go.

So we're definitely going
to be making a trip to Japan

at some point.

We would love to do that.

And I think when
we can, we will.