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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.