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I'd wake up to this
ear-piercing scream.

Ahna kept repeating,
I'm leaving my body.

She began crafting notes to
her grandmother who had died.

She had been
receiving responses.

Nick's drawings
were disturbing.

I watched her mouthing words
to someone who wasn't there.

She began to cry, and then
went into the dying process.

And it was eerie,
because it looked

like he knew how to hold a gun.

He takes off.

He just runs.

I was having a
small panic attack.

Ahna had told me about
a traumatic event that happened

involving an earthquake.

I could never imagine that one
dream could have changed Nick's

life forever.

I almost broke down and cried.

Something more was going on
here that we didn't fully

understand.

It hit me.

This is real.

It occurred to me that
she might be talking

about a past life memory.

My name is Deb.

I'm Nick's mom.

And I live in Delaware, Ohio.

Where we live, we've about 30
miles northwest of downtown

Columbus, Ohio.

Lots of farms,
lots of horse ranches.

We chose to live out
here in the country,

because we like the
peace and quiet.

It's tranquil.

I had an extremely difficult
delivery with Nicholas,

to the point where they had
to do an emergency C-section,

because the doctor felt
Nick's life and my life were

in danger.

When they gave me the
epidural for the C-section,

it did not take, and the
doctor had to cut into me

without anesthesia.

It felt like a burning
across my stomach.

And all I really
remember is screaming.

I just remember
screaming from the pain.

I kind of blacked out.

I didn't meet Nick
until the next day.

The nurse brought
him in our room.

And I just was smiling
from ear to ear.

I was so delighted to have this
healthy, beautiful baby boy.

From the minute I laid eyes
on Nick, I was bonded to him.

I really was.

He was just my joy
and my everything.

Nick never napped.

From a newborn on, he'd
be awake from morning

until night, which-- my
mother was just shocked.

She goes, no newborn
stays awake for 12 hours.

But Nick did.

And then, around
age three or four,

the night terrors kicked in.

I would wake up to this
ear-piercing, shrill scream.

It was extremely frightening
for me to see my son screaming,

and yelling, and literally
fighting for his life.

It was something
he always had.

We just thought they
were bad dreams.

So we'd comfort him and
then go back to bed.

But he'd had him ever
since he was a young child.

Nothing I could say
could comfort him.

Nothing I could do
would pull him out

of this nightmarish experience.

For me, as a mother, watching
my son go through this horrific

experience-- these
night terrors--

it was very draining on me,
because I want to fix it.

But it's out of my hands.

I had no control over this.

In the morning, he would have no
memory of these night terrors.

When Nick was a toddler,
he still didn't nap.

He was an extremely
active child.

Because he climbed everything.

And he had no fear of anything.

He'd jump off his bunk bed.

He was always very inquisitive
and always very quick,

very smart.

Once he learned how to walk,
he was always into something.

Nick was an extremely
hyperactive child.

It was always a challenge
to get him to focus

on any task or any project.

When Nick would play
with his soldiers,

it was the only time Nick
would be quiet and play quietly

without having to be supervised.

One of his favorite toys was
playing with the army men--

you know, just move them
around and have little battles.

I didn't really think
about it too much at first.

But as we noticed over time,
he would start to, like,

set them up in
different formations.

And he would put
them all in a line.

And they were very particular.

It was more than just
a boy taking his soldier

and going, pow, pow,
bang, I got you.

There was strategy
behind his play.

Nick was a high
energy kid 24/7.

He didn't like to take naps.

So whenever he sat
quietly and played, to us,

it was a "yay" moment.

Nick was normally
a very hyper child.

So I was just astounded
that Nick would play

with these soldiers so quietly.

Whenever we would go to
the toy store or something,

of course, we would go
to the weapons section.

He liked the old
Western type of thing.

But when he started seeing,
like, muskets from maybe

the Civil War or the
Revolutionary War,

those are the things that he
would always gravitate towards.

Another activity that I found
that helped calm Nick and keep

him quiet was sketching.

I'd buy him crayons and markers.

I expected pictures of puppies
or playing out in the sunshine.

But his sketches went against
his natural personality, which

was very happy-go-lucky, easygoing.

So he would draw bloody,
horrific war scenes.

I was concerned.

What was he thinking?

What was going on
through his head?

And where would he even
pull these images from?

Obviously, he'd seen some
kind of violence before.

But when I would look at
Nick's sketches, I was upset.

Nick's drawings were disturbing.

My name is Chris.

We live in Manitou Springs.

The area is a
rich, natural area.

Most of the town's economy
is driven by tourism.

And it's a really exciting
place to be, at the foot

of America's
mountain, Pike's Peak.

Manitou Springs
is a great family town.

We love to spend time
outdoors, walking the trails.

My name is Jillian, and my
daughter's name is Ahna.

When Ahna was placed in my
arms, I felt complete joy

and wondered what I had been
doing all my life before now.

Ahna was a quiet baby.

She's really curious.

She expressed a sense of
wonder about the world.

She also exhibited
signs very early

of being really intelligent.

When she was 16
months old, she

was speaking in very
clear sentences.

However, when Ahna was three,
something out of the ordinary

occurred.

Our family had just moved.

The home that we were renting
came with a rabbit whose name

was Hop.

The rabbit was old
and died in its hutch.

And Ahna was deeply upset.

I thought that any
three-year-old would be upset

by the death of her rabbit.

She began to cry and then
went in to the dying process.

Ahna kept repeating,
I'm leaving my body.

I'm OK.

It's OK.

You're going to be OK.

It seemed to me that Ahna
went through the death process

of her bunny.

When I looked into her
eyes when she was most upset,

I could just see her
hurt and bewilderment.

It was devastating to
see her devastation.

And I felt helpless
and sad myself.

I don't know where Ahna
got the idea about dying.

It seemed to me that it was
a sophisticated view of life

and death for a three-year-old.

First, it was
a little strange.

I really didn't know
what was going on.

And then what happened
next shocked me.

When Ahna was three, we
were walking into a store,

and a song was playing.

The song was "Arms of an
Angel" by Sarah McLachlan.

And Ahna said, every time
I hear that song, I think

of Grandma Marti.

Ahna was two years old
when her grandmother died.

Ahna could not have known that
Marti was going through chemo

and she would play "Arms of
an Angel" to comfort her.

I was stunned.

The first three
years of Ahna's life

were spent in St. Louis.

And my mother was in Colorado.

So we were not
physically together,

except when my mother was able
to come to St. Louis, which was

rare, because my mother
was undergoing chemo

and all kinds of treatment.

Then, when she was three, we
were leaving a restaurant.

Ahna was a little
ahead of the group.

And I watched her look up and
start mouthing words to someone

who wasn't there.

Ahna's manner, the
direction of her

gaze, and the position of her
body felt completely authentic.

When I approached
her and asked her

with whom she'd been speaking,
she said Grandma Marti.

This experience happened
only a few months

after my mother had passed away.

I almost broke down and cried.

A mother generally
knows when her child

is using her imagination and
making things up versus coming

from her authentic self.

Something more was going
on here that we didn't fully

understand.

For so long, my son
had night terrors.

Nick was absolutely
mesmerized as he

played with these soldiers.

And his interest in war
and weapons was growing.

I didn't know what to do.

I was concerned as his mother.

What was he thinking?

What was going on
through his head?

And where would he even
pull these images from?

My daughter's preschool
sent home a note

and they said there was
a photographer there.

So I took Nick in to have a
picture taken with his sister.

And there was boxes of costumes
for the students to pick from.

I thought Nick might
pick a superhero.

Most of the costumes
were superhero costumes,

or for current, you
know, cartoon shows.

But instead, he put
together this outfit

from several boxes--

very old-fashioned looking.

I knew it was military.

I didn't know what time
period it was from.

It was just really unusual.

And the photographer
even commented,

that's really strange.

Your son has put together
a Civil War outfit.

How was your son able to
put this outfit together?

And I shrugged my shoulders.

I had no idea.

The photographer took a picture,
and Nick refused to smile.

Nick was so serious.

And he stood still as a statue
for this picture, which was not

characteristic of Nick at all.

Then the photographer asked
me, does your son normally

hold still for pictures?

And I said, absolutely not.

Nick's always goofy
and making silly faces.

So for me, I was shocked that
Nick was being so still and so

serious.

Then he held this
gun to his chest.

It was eerie, because it looked
like he knew what he was doing.

Like, he knew how to hold
a gun and how to pose

for a picture like that.

I did find it a little strange
that Nick was very fascinated

with military history, because
we're not a military family.

That's a little odd.

He was always
interested in history.

So to me, it was just an
extension of his interest.

You know, I was really
feeling that Nick was kind

of borderlining on focusing
too much on military history

and battles.

And there's more
to life than that.

I pressured him to focus
more on other academic areas

of his life and sports.

It wasn't long until I found
out why my son was actually

drawn to the military.

And when I did find out, I
really wasn't sure what to do.

Our daughter Ahna was
a smart, happy child.

Ahna's grandmother died.

Then Ahna was communicating
with her after her death.

I don't have the answers.

I don't understand it in detail.

And then what happened
next amazed me.

Around six or seven,
she began crafting notes

to her grandmother who had
died, and to Hop, her rabbit who

had died.

Ahna described to me the process
of writing notes before bedtime

and setting them
on her windowsill.

One day, she revealed
to me that she

had been receiving responses
and really taking them to heart.

Ahna's conversations were simple
one-liner bits of information,

like, I hope you're doing well.

I miss you.

The answers that she
got back were, I'm well,

or, all is well.

You have nothing to worry about.

It was comforting for me,
because Ahna was finding

comfort in communicating with
her grandmother and her bunny.

I would describe myself
as curious at the time

but not wed to the idea
that this was a reality.

It struck me that Ahna could be
a child with just a very strong

imagination.

Because this is a topic
that is often not discussed.

We don't tell our friends
and family this story.

But then Ahna started talking
about having these visions

of an ancient world.

We really weren't prepared
for what she said next.

Our daughter had an
experience of life and death

that most of us don't have.

And she talked
about communicating

with those who had passed on.

Something was happening
that I couldn't explain.

It was very real.

And then she told
us something else--

something I wasn't prepared for.

When Ahna was around
nine, Ahna started

talking about having these
visions of an ancient world

and her life there.

The way she talked about it
was as if she was actually

walking around the place
where she used to live.

She described caves.

She described a desert-like
environment, simple homes,

life events, times
of transition living

in caves with community members.

Her description led me
to believe that this

was an ancient civilization.

She was being very descriptive,
from the perspective of someone

who lives there, not from
the perspective of someone

who imagined it or
wrote a book about it.

It was as if she could see
herself doing the daily tasks

that her life there involved.

It wasn't so much
the words that Ahna was using.

It was more of the
way she was saying it.

The more she spoke, the
more I realized she was merely

reporting what she had
seen, and that there

was a whole set of experiences
and emotions that came with it.

How could a little girl
have all this information

about this ancient civilization?

Ahna's been reluctant to
talk about this experience

with a lot of other people.

It's not something that kids
normally talk about at school.

It can be a little
lonely when you're

the only one in your circle who
has this type of experience.

One day, Ahna told me
about a traumatic event

that happened involving an
earthquake in her village.

Ahna told me that the
earthquake was such

that parts of the ground started
to open, and stands fell in,

and roofs started collapsing,
and much of the townspeople

fled.

And she described
it very specific,

as if she were witnessing
it all over again.

I was amazed.

Ahna has drawn several
of her memories.

One of the first
things that she drew

was islands where
she used to live.

It was as if she drew
a map that she once

saw when she was there.

Ahna starts recalling
spontaneously.

The other morning,
she woke up and said,

I just remembered
the entire language.

And she said, I don't know how.

I don't know what's going on.

But I need a piece
of paper and a pen.

She drew them on a
three-by-five card for me

and began to put English
words next to some of them.

It looked like
ancient writings.

This whole thing
is blowing me away.

When we started to find
information that matched what

she told us, we were amazed.

We were online one day.

On the screen was
that scientists

had found this ancient
civilization named Heracleion.

It was a digital recreation
of what they think Heracleion

resembled.

Heracleion was an
ancient civilization

that had been discovered
under water in the year 2000.

Its beginning goes back
to about 12th century BC.

Researchers had said
that it was a port city

and that a big earthquake
led to it being underwater.

So the experience
that Ahna describes

of a series of earthquakes
is very much like Heracleion.

And Heracleion was on
an odd-shaped island.

When Ahna and I saw
that, I thought,

that's exactly what you drew.

I started to wonder, is she
remembering a past life?

My son's interest in the Civil
War and weapons was growing.

And we really started to
notice Nick's infatuation

with the Civil War when he took
a photo dressed as a soldier.

The whole thing was
incredibly distressing.

When Nick was 13, he came
down on a school morning,

and there was something very
visibly different in Nick.

His demeanor was
much more serious.

It felt like he had
a very heavy heart.

And he shared with
me an intense dream

he had had the night before.

And in this dream, he said
he was dressed in all grey,

like a soldier, and he was
in some type of encampment.

And he was sent on
some secret mission.

And he shared the feelings
that were so intense--

the feelings of fear
of being caught.

Is he going to be killed?

He remembered the scent of
horse sweat and campfire.

And he knew he was going to a
town called Baltimore, Indiana.

As he was describing
it, I was actually

watching this film in my head
of my son in fear of his life.

Those feelings were very real.

And they were still real as he
was describing the dream to me.

So it triggered something.

And I knew it was more
than a dream at that point.

It was almost as if he had
lived it, as if he had actually

experienced that.

You know, I thought, maybe
I should look and see

if there actually is
a Baltimore, Indiana.

So I typed in
Baltimore, Indiana.

And there it is.

Oh, my, was I shocked.

There actually was a Baltimore,
Indiana during the Civil War.

I had goosebumps.

I could never imagine that one
dream could have changed Nick's

life forever.

So after this dream, it
triggered something in Nick.

The floodgates started opening.

And Nick started sharing
more and more details

about this life as a
Civil War soldier that

were disturbing and
fascinating at the same time.

And he came up with
a lot of facts.

He knew that he was in the
15th Tennessee Infantry.

He also came up with the
name Jonathan Walters.

He really felt that he had
lived this life as a Civil War

soldier.

One of the details that
Nick shared with me

is that he had seen
his actual death scene.

He remembered looking back and
checking on a fellow soldier,

and then being shot.

And he knew they'd
been shot in the neck,

right under their jaw.

And oddly enough, Nick had a
birthmark right under his jaw

that was a very
unusual birthmark.

It was very scattered, as if
it had been a bullet wound.

Nick said, Mom, I
know I had died.

And he shared that, when he was
shot, he looked up at the sky

as he was falling backwards.

And he said his last thought
was, I'll never see home.

As Nick's mom, it's so upsetting
to hear your son describe

his death.

And as a mom, I wanted
to reach out and wrap my arms

around him.

But all you can do is
tell him it'll be OK.

My son had vivid memories of
being a Civil War soldier named

Jonathan Walter.

And he saw his death.

As Nick's mom, it's so upsetting
to hear your son describe

his death.

But all you can
do is tell him it'll be OK.

I don't have a strong belief
or disbelief in past lives.

I just basically
went along and just--

OK, let's investigate some more.

I felt that Nick had
such a strong connection

with this soldier that it was
our responsibility to find out

about his life and see how
it connected to Nick today.

We felt that we absolutely
had to support this research

and support him in finding
out who Jonathan Walter was

for his own self-esteem.

Because Nick was
so focused on this.

And it took his mind
off of other things

in his life that
weren't as positive.

Nick felt that he had died in
an area called Spring Hill.

There actually had been a battle
in Spring Hill, Tennessee.

Spring Hill, Tennessee, if
you look in the history books,

it's never mentioned.

But yet Nick knew there had
been a battle in Spring Hill,

Tennessee.

The research for us
was really challenging.

Because many of the records
in the South for such a

small battle were lost.

Nick felt that he
wasn't a private.

He felt like he
had some authority.

But he wasn't high up.

He felt maybe
possibly a sergeant.

To research that online
is really difficult to do.

And so I knew, at that
point, if we wanted

to further our research and
take this to the next level,

we'd actually have to visit
some libraries in Tennessee

where they held the rosters.

One summer, when Nick
was 13, we decided

to take a tour of
Jackson, Tennessee,

because they had a library
there that held the roster

of the 15th Tennessee Infantry.

Nick and I were in the library
for several hours looking

through the rosters.

Unfortunately, we did not
see any Jonathan Walter.

We were really devastated.

It was like a blow to the gut.

And we were about ready to give
up and go back to our hotel

room.

And then Nick just popped out
of his mouth, look up Harper.

I think his last name is Harper.

And I knew then that Nick
had tuned in or tapped

into something.

And on the very next page was
JW Harper, sergeant, the only JW

Harper listed in the
15th Tennessee Infantry.

And oh, my gosh, this is real.

This is real.

I wasn't involved
as much as Deb was.

But usually, in the
evenings, they'd

tell me their stories
or adventures.

Honestly, I didn't know what to
think about what they had found

out that day.

It was right there
in Jackson, Tennessee,

that I knew my son
Nick, a 13-year-old boy,

had lived a life of
Jonathan Walter Harper,

the Civil War soldier.

And it was real.

It was right there
in front of me.

It hit me.

The following summer, we
decide to visit Spring Hill,

Tennessee, in particular, since
Nick felt that he had passed

away in that battle.

I felt we needed to go as a
family to help support Nick,

but also for more validation for
Nick, and also for my husband.

And Nick said, pull over, Dad.

We stopped at the
actual battlefield,

which is fairly small.

And Nick got out of the car and
just shout out like a cannon

and ran through
this battlefield.

And he takes off.

He just runs.

And I didn't know
where he was going.

And I kept calling for him.

He just took off.

I'll be fine!

I'll be right back!

Then he was gone.

I didn't know where he was.

And we were concerned.

We didn't want our son running
through this town we were not

familiar with.

I was having a
small panic attack.

Because, you know, we're in
another state, and he's gone.

We were just
waiting and waiting.

And all of a
sudden, he comes out

from the completely different
side of the corn field.

And I said, where were you?

And he's like, it looked
like I'd been here before,

and I had to go check it out.

Nick was in another place.

That's the only way
I can describe it.

He was in a zone.

His eyes were glassy.

He was spacey.

I kept asking him, are you OK?

Did you find anything?

He was very quiet--

very quiet.

And he said, this is it, Mom.

This is the place.

It was very strange
for me seeing

Nick so quiet and serious.

Because he had been so
animated and happy and excited

in the car.

I knew something had happened
to Nick on that battlefield.

So after we left the
Battle of Spring Hill,

we were on our way, and we
saw a little white chapel.

And Nick said, pull over, Dad.

I need to get out.

Behind the church, there
was a small cemetery.

And I gave Nick his space.

By certain gravestones,
he would just

get very, like, melancholy,
almost like he was sad.

And it was a little bit strange.

He said, hey, I don't
feel really good.

My legs feel kind of weak.

Nick turned and looked at me
said, Mom, I know people here.

And he said, my legs
feel like jelly.

I don't think I can walk.

So we helped
him back to the car.

We had to actually
physically help Nick.

He was shaking.

His face was white.

I didn't know what
was going with him.

But something definitely
had happened there

in that cemetery.

It was unnerving to me to see
Nick so visibly and physically

shaken.

I mean, he was
literally shaking.

Him being in the
cemetery, and then he

didn't feel very well, that
whole trip was sort of when

things started to
link together for me.

And so I was like, OK, I can't
discount it, because there's

definitely something going on.

This trip was extremely
beneficial to Nick,

because it cemented that the
visions he had of his death,

and the location, and seeing
tombstones, and telling me

that he knew people there
validated that Nick had

a life in Tennessee.

It was real.

I mean, he experienced
it again on this trip.

But now it's time for Nick to
disconnect from John Walter

Harper and to move
on with his life.

I'm really not sure what
is going to happen next.

Her description
of life events,

the primitive
structure of the homes,

the original land she
lived in being devastated

by an earthquake and
flood, times of transition,

living in caves with
community members

all led me to believe that this
was an ancient civilization.

I realized that this is not
something coming from the media

or her imagination.

This was a remembrance.

It was confirmation
that past lives exist.

My name is Ahna.

I'm 11.

And I'm in sixth grade.

When I was younger,
I had memories

of living in an ancient town,
or I would have vivid memories

of doing daily activities.

I remember that there
was an earthquake.

I feel like Heracleion is
connected to my past life.

It was pretty cool to find
that something that they've

found now connects to
something from back then.

I feel very convinced
that her experiences are

real to her, something
beyond a child's imagination.

I can't imagine
being nine years old

and having this
entire other life come

into your consciousness.

I do feel like
my parents believe me

and that I had a past life.

I don't really feel comfortable
talking to my friends

about this, because
they may not understand.

For Ahna, knowing that
there are kids out there who

have similar kinds
of experiences

can feel very grounding.

It would be pretty
exciting to meet someone

who has had a past life memory.

Our family has
made arrangements

to travel to Nevada to meet
with other families who

have had similar experiences.

Right now, we're headed to
a group called Earth Angels.

And it's a gathering
for families

who have children who've had
similar experiences to Ahna.

I have never met someone who
has had a similar experience

to me.

It'd be kind of cool to know
that there's someone out there

that's kind of
like me, in a way.

We just
arrived at the house.

I'm really excited to see
who's going to be here

and how it's going
to go for Ahna.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm Erin.

Hi, I'm Jillian.

From the moment Ahna walked
in, kids were greeting her

with smiles and curiosity.

Can you guys say hi to Ahna?

Hi, Ahna!

We just felt very
welcomed and very connected.

Hi, my name's Jared.

Jared,
nice to meet you.

I'm Jillian.

Thank you for welcoming us.

Welcome, everyone.

This is Earth Angels
Sanctuary and Learning Center.

As soon as I walked in, it
felt like, oh, a community.

You know, we're all
in this together,

rather than carrying
this by ourselves.

It's as much of a
support group for us

as it is for the
kids just to have--

Sure

To be able to be themselves.

That's how it started, was
she just wanted to invite, like,

kids and their families to have
a place to go, and to talk,

and to realize that
they're not the only ones.

I felt a giddy
kind of excitement--

Yeah

in hearing from--

hearing about other
people's stories--

their kids' stories.

There's only a
few friends that I

have felt comfortable
enough to tell them.

So today, we're going to paint
whatever you decide that you

want to paint.

It was just great to be in
the company of other people

that have gone through kind
of different experiences.

I hope that she takes away
validation for her experience

and a sense of community
and camaraderie.

There are a lot
of nice people.

I got to do art.

This experience is, I
think, life-changing for Ahna,

and for us.

It was really fun.

After we validated his name,
the towns, the locations,

the battles, Nick's
self-confidence soared.

This trip was extremely
beneficial to Nick.

And for me as a mom,
it was wonderful.

And I felt so blessed
that we had actually

had this experience.

My name's Nick.

And I'm a sophomore
at Ohio University.

The first time I went to
Spring Hill, you know,

I was very young.

And I really wasn't prepared for
what I was about to experience.

But I would like to go
back there, especially now.

Because right now, I'm the age
that JW Harper would have been

while he was fighting.

It's very possible
that JW Harper

could have died very close to
here, or even on this property.

I don't know.

But I'm really
anxious to find out.

When JW Harper died,
he was very young.

And he had this whole
life ahead of him.

But now, in this
lifetime, it's my turn

to live the life that he
never got the chance to.

I feel it's time
for me to separate

the past from the present.

And I would really
like the chance

to say a final goodbye to this
lifetime, this experience.

The last time I was here at
the Spring Hill battlefield

was six years ago.

When I was here, I kind of
flipped out a little bit.

I took off running.

I kind of blacked out.

I don't really
remember anything.

I feel like I have some sense
of unfinished business here.

Before I came here,
I sort of reopened

this area of my past life
and continued doing research.

What I found out was that
the 15th Tennessee Infantry,

at one point in the battle,
passed through the property

of Rippavilla Plantation
and actually, at one point,

fought on this property.

I really felt that
I needed to be here

and I needed to see
this place for myself

and just get some
sort of closure.

Nice to meet you.
- Chuck Byrn.

Nice to meet you.

What can I do for you today?

Well, I'd like to
know a little bit more

about the battle and find
out about the 15th Tennessee

Infantry.

What was left of
the 15th Tennessee

had been pretty much decimated
by the time they got to Spring

Hill in 1864.

I think
wherever I had died,

it was definitely near a farm
or a plantation of some sort.

Because one thing I remember
is coming out of the tree line

and seeing an overturned red
wagon about 10 yards diagonal

to me.

And I'm thinking, I need
to take cover behind there.

Because in my dream, I could
hear the bullets whizzing by.

So my first instinct was
to go behind that wagon.

And then that's
why I turned around

to check if my friend was OK,
because the shell went off.

And it stops.

And I turn around.

It's right when I turn around.

You wake up.

Lights out, yeah.

Well, you are actually
standing, right over here,

on what is the last action
of the Battle of Spring

Hill on November the 30th.

I'll tell you what.

We'll walk up towards
the battlefield

and I'll point some
more stuff out for you.

OK.
Thank you.

One of the historians here
at the Rippavilla Plantation

has been kind enough to
show me around the property

and just give me a
tour of the grounds

and answer a lot of
my questions I have.

When they would
have been there,

would that have
been during the day

or towards the evening, when
it started getting dark?

4:00.

4:00 to 5:00.

OK, so it still would
have been light out.

Yeah, yeah.

OK, so do you know if, back
then, there were, like, trees--

like, a lot of
trees around here?

The maple tree, the
Magnolia tree, the beech tree.

There were scores of trees
around here at that time.

They're still here now.

If you see where the tractor
is, down at the end of the road,

you see the big--

it looks like a big giant
lying across the road.

That went down three weeks ago.

It's a 400-year-old oak tree.

Oh, wow.

So yeah, it's possible.

So that could have been the
very ridge that I had seen

in my dream.

Very much so.

It very well could be.

OK.

Well, it's funny.

Because when we
first pulled in here,

I immediately was looking
in that direction.

You know, it's very
possible that JW Harper

could have died very close to
here, or even on this property.

I don't know.

But I'm really
anxious to find out.

So you think, with
the description

I have from my dream
and set in the daytime,

you think this is the most
probable place where that

occurred?

I think probably around
Bradley's Knoll or Weaver's

Hill.

OK.

I was explaining to Chuck
about what I saw in my dreams.

And he was pretty much able
to recognize what I saw

and put me in the right
direction to where it was.

And it's, like, right here.

It felt really good just
to have that confirmation.

Because, I mean, as soon
as we pulled in here,

I was immediately
drawn to that area.

And now I know why.

I feel like I have,
definitely, a sense of closure

now, especially since he was
able to fill in all the blanks

that I had.

Now I just feel like,
OK, I'm done with that,

and I can move on now.