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She gave me this really funny look,

and she said, Mommy, I'm starting

to forget what God looks like.

And then I'll just sense that she's there and look,

and she's just standing there staring at me.

Other kids noticed she was different,

and they began to bully her.

She said, I remember a plane crash.

She said that she remembers being on a battlefield.

She remembers the way it looked.

She remembers the way that it smelled.

She told me that the rain shocked me, and I floated up.

And I said, you floated up where?

And she said, up to heaven.

She couldn't remember exactly where she was,

but she knew she was in England when there was an explosion.

There was burning fuel coming out of the plane,

and she had died.

Nobody wants to think about their child dying.

My heart sunk.

It's good to know that everyone could have

a second chance.

She said, I kind of figured out what's wrong with me.

I was here before.

I almost fell over when she said that.

My name is Kim, and my daughter, Jessica, is 19.

My family and I live in Wethersfield, Connecticut.

It's a town on the Connecticut River

that was founded in the 1600s.

This is definitely a picturesque New England town

because it is so old.

I would say that it's really quaint,

and it's-- it's got a real neat feel to it.

Jessica was a great baby.

She was a happy baby.

She was always smiling.

And she always had this knowing look.

When my daughter was born, she looked me in the eye,

and it just was a very powerful moment.

Jessica walked by 10 months old.

She started talking about that same time

and in complete sentences before she was a year old.

My name is Lisa, and I've been a friend

of the family for a while.

Jess was a very inquisitive child, spent a lot time trying

to understand how things work.

She seemed to have a more extensive vocabulary

than a lot of young kids did.

Jess potty trained herself.

She just went in, picked the potty off the potty,

put it on the floor, and got up and done.

Jess and her dad and I moved from Sweden to North Carolina

when she was about a year.

I was leaving for a work trip, and Jess and her father

came to the airport with me to say goodbye.

I was holding my daughter and waiting to get on the plane,

and I looked over and saw this group of people,

and Jess turned around and said, Mennonite.

I recognize them as Mennonites based

on the way they were dressed.

It-- it shocked me.

I kind of looked at her and said, what-- what did you say?

And she said it again.

And I said to my husband at the time, she just said that.

How would she know that word?

And I just kind of kept moving on, because I thought there was

no way this little kid should be able to recognize them

as Mennonites.

When Jess was a toddler, one day I

was doing stuff around the house.

Jess came in with a kind of concerned look on her face.

I said, hey, you know, what's the matter, baby?

What's going on? What's-- what's bothering you?

And she just said, I--

I-- I-- I've forgotten something.

And I said, what did you forget?

You know, what have you lost?

What did you forget?

She gave me this really funny look

and she said, Mommy, I'm starting

to forget what God looks like.

She was very upset and started to cry.

A lot of times, kids will pick up things

from what they see on TV, or what

they hear other people say.

So I thought, well, maybe that's what that was about.

I just hugged her, and let her cry, and said it's OK.

But inside I was--

I-- I didn't know what to do.

I could not believe what I was hearing.

My name is Cindy, and my family

and I live in Bartlesville, Oklahoma.

Bartlesville is a town of about 35,000 people just north

of Tulsa, so it's got a good location.

It's an oil town.

And it is actually the home with the first oil well in Oklahoma.

It's a nice place to raise a family.

We have four children, and Rylann is our youngest.

Rylann was born about little after noon on March 11.

I actually had to be induced because the cord was wrapped

around her neck, so there at the end,

we had to quickly get her out.

After the doctors had checked Rylann over and

we all knew that she was perfectly fine, and I--

I finally got to hold her, it was a very good feeling,

because they grow up so fast.

Rylann was a very easy baby, actually.

She slept all night long.

She was a very, very good sleeper up

until she was about 2, 2 and 1/2 years old.

After she turned 2, she started waking up.

When Rylann does wake up, she will just

get up and wander the house.

It's very obvious that she's not awake,

that she's in a half trance at least, or a sleepwalking

trance.

There's just-- there's no expression there.

Her eyes are wide open, but she's

kind of in a little sleepwalking trance.

There have been many instances where I was out working

on the computer late at night, and she'd been asleep

for a couple hours.

And she'd been standing right beside the couch or right

behind it, and then I'll just sense that she's there

and look.

And she's just standing there staring at me.

It's very shocking when Rylann comes down the hallway and just

stares at you, because you're watching TV,

and then all of a sudden, you have a child standing there.

And she's not screaming or yelling,

she's just standing there watching you.

When Rylann would sleepwalk, the next day,

I would ask her about it, she would never remember.

She never remembered anything that woke her up

or the fact that she did it.

She's actually a very fearless child.

Nothing much bothers her.

She's not afraid of spiders, of snakes, or anything like that.

In fact, besides her and I, we're

the only ones who kill the spiders in the house

because everybody else is afraid.

But the only thing that she did ever seem to be scared of

was lightning or thunder.

That seemed to bother her.

Living in Oklahoma, that's pretty much commonplace.

We are in Tornado Alley.

In fact, we're kind of the type of family

who, when it rains or it storms, we sleep better.

Rylann is the only one in our family

that the storms bother her.

She would scream and holler and hide.

I had to wonder many times why it all of a sudden bothered

her.

I couldn't connect anything that happened

during a particular storm.

It just-- it didn't make sense.

I figured she would just grow out of her fear of the thunder

and the lightning.

No one wants to see their child scared.

Other than comforting her, talking her through it,

there was nothing I could do.

After Rylann had turned two years old, one of our friends

came over and took several pictures of our kids.

We had picked a-- a white flower to hand to her

to hold because she had on kind of an ivory dress,

and she just kind of-- she wouldn't smile

for any of those pictures.

She just stood there.

We could not get her to smile at all.

After we got those pictures taken,

it was probably two or three weeks later

that I had several of them printed up

and I had them in frame--

couple of them in frames here at our home,

and then I had a couple at my work.

And every single time Rylann walked in my office,

she would say, in that picture, I was bigger.

The first couple times she did it I was just like, what?

I was like, why do you think you're bigger?

And she'd just, you know, look at you

like a two-year-old looks at you and she had no explanation.

She didn't want to talk about it.

I would say, do you understand that you

had that picture taken, you know, a couple of weeks ago

or a month ago?

Remember when our friend took those pictures?

You're older now.

You're-- you're bigger now.

You're growing every day.

And, you know, she just gave me that look like, you don't know

what you're talking about.

I just was like, she's two.

She's-- some-- there's something about the picture that makes

her think that she's taller or that she looks older.

She's just making some connection to something else.

And then one night we were reading a book after her bath

time to get her to sleep, and then

she just said, Mommy, I died.

I was like, what do you mean?

She goes, well, the rain shocked me, and I floated up.

And I said, you floated up where?

And she said, well, you know, up to heaven.

She wasn't emotional.

She wasn't upset.

I didn't know what to say, but my mind was racing.

Like, what the heck is she talking about?

And I said, well, do you want to tell me anything else?

She's like, no.

And she turned over and she went right to sleep.

When I heard that Rylann said that she had died,

it was just shocking.

Why would a person of this age say that they've died already?

My heart sunk.

Every parent has that sense of is my child making something

up?

Is my child seeing something on TV they're telling me about,

or are they telling me the truth?

When Rylann had said, Mommy, I died, it was very surprising.

She really remembers this stuff.

What was going through her mind?

And what else has gone through her mind that she has not said?

From the moment my daughter was

born, she had this way of looking at you

like she knew you.

Things got really strange when we were at the airport

and saw a group of Mennonites.

I don't know how she could have known what they were,

because we'd never talked about them before,

and she was only 1 and 1/2.

I almost fell over when she said that.

And I remember saying, so-- so there is a God?

She says, no, Mommy, I remember God,

but I'm starting to forget him.

And she could not-- she wouldn't give me any details

or couldn't give me any details.

What she did explain to me was I was with him

before I was with you.

We were not regular church attenders.

So I don't think it was something

that she would have learned from Sunday school kind of a thing.

When my daughter was young, my relationship ended.

My marriage wasn't going very well,

and I decided to move to Connecticut

to be close to my parents.

When we first moved up here, it was really hard

on her, a new place, meeting new people.

She was very smart, did well in school.

She felt that she was different, and I

think some of the other girls in the class

probably picked up on that.

She had some trouble relating to some of the kids.

And I wasn't sure if that was because I

had gone through a divorce, and she was missing her father,

or--

or what that was about, and they began to bully her.

The kids treated her differently.

And it was starting to affect her.

And I think after a while, it just broke her spirit.

It was awful seeing my daughter get bullied.

It was just sickening.

Kim would always reassure her that she was a very special

and a very unique girl, and if they didn't want

to be her friend, then that was something that they were going

to miss out on, not her.

She was always trying to-- to--

to bolster her up and make sure that she

knew that she was loved.

Things were quiet for a while, and then something else

happened.

Jess started saying that her left knee was bothering her.

It would ache or felt like something really awful

happened to it.

And I thought maybe she'd heard of playing soccer

or running in gym class, could have been anything.

But she'd hadn't injured it in any way.

She had a perfectly normal looking leg.

I really didn't think she was making it up for any reason.

She just wasn't that kind of a kid.

She did get a lot of attention and would have no reason

to make that up.

Then when she kept complaining about it

and there was no bruising, no nothing, I got concerned

and I took her to the doctor.

They never could give her a medical reason

as to what was going on.

The doctor just said maybe it's just growing pains.

I thought there was more to it, but I really

didn't know what to make of it.

And then another thing happened.

She did have some nightmares.

There were times where she'd get up and crying and come

into my bed, saying, Mommy, Mommy, I had a nightmare.

And they seemed to be pretty bad because she was hysterical.

I remember her telling me at times, Mom, I was there.

I feel like it was real.

It wasn't a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

I honestly didn't know what to do.

I know I've had dreams that felt very real.

But I've never remembered them in the way that she does.

One morning, Jess started talking to me

about some of the dreams that she's been having.

She told me about these tall leather boots.

They didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before.

She told me that she--

she was walking through a field with hills on both sides.

And she couldn't remember exactly where she was,

but she knew she was in England.

And then there were horses, and she mentioned a king,

and she mentioned farmers and people

fighting alongside each other.

And there was an explosion, and that her leg was injured,

and she kept seeing this over and over again.

I felt that that was one of the most bizarre things I ever

heard of my little girl's mouth.

But that wasn't the end of the dream, that was just

the beginning.

My daughter, Rylann, at the age of two,

had to start sleeping with me every single night.

And she had an intense fear of storms.

I was just really worried and wondered what it all meant.

One night, she said that she had been in heaven, that she knew

God.

And then I said, well, do you know anyone else in heaven?

And she said, well, yeah.

I was there with your mom.

My mom had passed away from cancer 12 years before Rylann

was even born.

I'm not even sure that Rylann had seen a picture of my mom

and knew that that was her grandma.

I don't know that I ever even told her that my mom had passed

away when she had said that.

And I said, well, what do you know about grandma?

And she said, well, she has brown eyes and brown hair

just like you and I do.

And she's really nice, and she used to play with me.

And I said, well, who else do you know?

She goes, oh, there's lots of people I know up there.

What was going on?

Me being a parent, there's not an instruction list

that talks about how to handle when your child starts telling

you they've been in heaven and talking to her grandma.

There's no way to describe what to tell her or say.

You wonder.

It's like, at that age, she still didn't know how to read,

and there's nothing on TV that we would have watched.

I can't figure out where-- where any of it was coming from.

It's just something that she knew.

About the same time, when we would change her clothes,

she would say that everything hurts.

And she wasn't saying that the shirts itched or were scratchy.

She would say it hurt, that her neck hurt, that her back hurt.

It burns.

Get it off.

She would throw a fit.

Throws her shirt off.

Gets mad.

It was a big production.

What's causing her to feel this way?

My daughter Jessica has always stood out from other kids.

Other kids noticed she was different,

and they began to bully her.

Things got really strange when she

started complaining about a knee pain that had no explanation.

You know, it was pretty sad to have a young child having

these bad memories of-- of death.

I kind of wondered if they showed her something in school

about history that made her think about these things.

It was really strange to me.

I thought, was she trying to get attention?

Was she imagining that this was happening?

She was so convinced that she said,

I kind of figured out what's wrong with me.

I was here before.

Jess was talking to me about her memory.

She said that she remembers being on a battlefield.

She remembers the way it looked.

She remembers the way that it smelled.

And she remembered a date.

Jess told me that the date was October 23, 1642.

To have a dream that you were on the battlefield,

I thought that was interesting.

But the fact that she could actually point to a date

was way exciting, because maybe we could validate this.

Maybe there is a way to see if this is definitely

really happened.

Kim is very supportive of Jess and really wanted

to show her that she was listening to what she was

telling her, and she started doing some research because she

wanted to share this with her and show her that--

that she was there for her.

If you look up on the internet a battle in England

in the 1600s, you're bound to find something somewhere.

But there in front of me on the screen

was the date October 23, 1642.

There was a battle, the Battle of Edge Hill.

She wasn't looking on the internet at that age.

She wasn't learning English history in elementary school.

How would she know that?

There is no way that she would know that at all.

The details that she gave were so realistic.

And once you started looking into it,

these were details of actual events.

It was hard to process, but the Battle of Edge Hill

did add up to everything that Jess had been talking

about remembering.

I found out that the battle was the first battle

of the first English Civil War.

It was an intense battle in a war that lasted four years.

During that battle, 1,500 men died,

and another 2,000 to 3,000 were injured.

Because it was a civil war, everybody

fought, not just soldiers.

There were farmers and other folks fighting as well.

They had an artist's rendering on there,

so I took that picture and printed it out,

and I gave it to my daughter and sat down and said, hey,

does this look familiar to you?

And she says, oh, I know that place.

I've been there.

I thought, wow, this is really unbelievable.

Jess remembers being shot in the leg.

And she told me that she remembers being carried off

the battlefield, and she remembers someone taking care

of her.

And she remembers that she passed away.

It was hard to hear your daughter say that she died

before.

And that was upsetting to me, because nobody wants to think

about their child dying.

And then what happened next amazed me.

My daughter, Rylann, began telling me

things that made me look at life and death in a whole new way.

She said she'd been in heaven and she'd met my mother.

She told me that the rain shocked her and she had died.

I was really worried, and I wondered what it all meant.

She mentioned living in Louisiana.

And I was very curious to what I could find.

I decided to do some research to see if I could find anything

connected to what Rylann had said.

I searched for Louisiana girl shocked or killed by lightning.

And I did find an article.

The article that I had found just talked about a little girl

who was walking home or near her backyard

and that was killed by lightning in the 1940s in Louisiana.

When I saw the article, I was like, OK,

could-- could this be it?

Could this be what she was talking about?

Was this the little girl that my daughter could have been?

I didn't tell her anything about it, because I'd always

been very careful about the questions I had asked her,

kept them very open-ended because I didn't want

to put anything there or make her think that I was connecting

anything that she was saying.

I wanted it all to come directly from her.

Right before Rylann's sixth birthday,

I was combing my son's hair, and she walked into the doorway

of the bathroom.

She said, I remember a plane crash in Louisiana.

It didn't match the article that I had found.

I thought, well, I'm going to Google plane crash Louisiana.

And there was something that popped up,

and it was not something I was expecting.

There were several articles that popped up about the Pan Am 759

plane crash in Kenner, Louisiana.

At the time, it was the second largest plane crash

in aviation history.

And it was in 1982, and the plane

crashed in a thunderstorm.

The plane crashed shortly after takeoff from the New Orleans

airport, and it crashed into a neighborhood.

Everyone on board was-- was killed, along with eight people

on the ground.

And there was lightning in the area.

It was a very bad thunderstorm.

I wanted to be very careful about not saying anything

to Rylann about it.

I tried not to think about it too much.

I was just kind of waiting for Rylann

to-- to tell me more about it.

And then a couple of days later she said, 1971.

And I said, what do you mean?

1971, I know that year.

That sounds familiar.

She told me the name Jennifer, that Jennifer

was familiar to her.

That name made a difference to her.

Then she just walked off.

I hadn't mentioned anything to her in the article or anything

thing I'd read on the internet.

But as I kept reading through the articles,

it did mention a girl by the name of Jennifer,

and she was 11 years old.

And she was one of the first people that

was killed on the ground by the airplane when it crashed.

When I read that the little girl was 11 years old,

and the accident was July 9, 1982,

I made the instant connection that that little girl

had been born in 1971.

That's when I realized that Rylann wasn't the little girl

from the lightning strike in the 1940s.

Rylann could have been Jennifer.

It was just more amazing at that point than anything else.

It was like, this is it.

To me, we've found what she's been going through.

There was burning fuel coming out of the plane.

That was an instant connection for me.

When we would change her clothes,

she would say that everything burns.

That's where it's coming from.

Does she remember a plane coming towards her?

What-- what does she remember?

Three weeks later, we were in the car,

and she asked me if I wanted to see a picture of the plane.

I will never forget that day.

My daughter Rylann had given me so many details about how

she had died in a past life.

She had said the name Jennifer, and that she'd

lived in Louisiana.

Rylann mentioned a plane crash.

I was just like, where's this coming from?

I wanted to be very careful about not saying anything

to Rylann about it, because I figured that she was gonna

tell me more.

It was just more amazing at that point than anything else.

One day when we were driving home,

they were both playing on their little video games,

and she just out of the blue said, Mom,

you wanna see the picture of a plane?

And I was like, what?

She's like, here.

Here's a picture of the plane.

That line was in black, but there was a lot of blue.

And I said, well, why do you have blue on there?

She goes, because that's what color the plane was.

It had black and blue on it.

What in the world made her think of this?

What brought it up?

What triggered it?

One night, I was asking her if she remembered anything else,

and she said, the plane went to the left

and started hitting trees.

And then it crashed into the neighborhood.

That night, I pulled up the articles again,

and that's exactly what the plane did.

If there's reincarnation, then yes,

Rylann has probably had a past life.

The colors of Pan Am match the colors of the picture

that she drew.

It's just kind of, wow, she saw this plane.

Rylann had often said something about a big park near where she

had been, and that she also mentioned water several times.

So I looked at a map, and there is a great big huge park

in Kenner where that plane crashed.

And then there's also a huge lake not that far away.

This-- this has to be exactly what she's talking about.

I'm Rylann.

I'm six years old.

I think I died in a plane crash.

I remember being in heaven.

A few weeks after she had shown

me the picture of the plane she had drawn,

I just thought, well, I'll ask her.

And I said, do you want to know if I found anything

similar to what you said about this plane crash?

And she said, yeah, I think so.

So I told her there was a plane crash in Kenner, Louisiana.

This plane crashed in a thunderstorm.

It was raining very hard.

She goes, and there was thunder and lightning?

And I said, yes.

And she said, I wasn't on the plane.

Was I in the yard?

And I said, there was a girl in her yard

that was killed on the ground when the plane crashed.

And she said, was her name Jennifer?

And I said, yes.

And then she said, well, was I Jennifer?

And I said, I--

I don't know, Rylann.

And she said, I think I was.

She did say, did the plane catch on fire?

And I said, yes.

I think that there was a fire coming out of the plane

even before it hit the ground.

And she said, do you think I caught on fire?

I think you probably did.

And at that point, she said something about her neck.

And I said, well, it could be from that.

Maybe that is why your neck and your back hurt.

I said, do you think that's it?

And she goes, yeah, I think that's it.

If she was this little girl, Jennifer, and, you know,

her life had ended at 11 years old,

there was a lot of things she didn't get to experience.

So if we can have her and the rest of our kids live--

live a good life, then that--

you know, that's all you want as a parent.

After talking to Rylann, we have arranged

to go to Kenner, Louisiana.

Rylann said that she wanted to go to the site.

She's like, yeah.

Yeah, I want to go.

So we're meeting with Royd Anderson, who is

an expert on the plane crash.

And we're planning to talk to him

and visit Jennifer's house to help fill in more

of the details for Rylann.

I really do hope that it just helps her let it all go.

Are you doing OK?

Yeah.

We're here in Kenner, Louisiana.

It's the 32nd anniversary of the plane crash of Pan Am flight

759.

We're here to meet with Royd Anderson

to talk about details that he knows about the plane

crash, the neighborhood, some of the families that lived there,

and Jennifer's family.

On the way here, she was very quiet.

I hope this resolves any other memories

that she may be holding in and that she can just

move on and remember that we're here to support her.

Hello.

How are you doing?

This is Rylann. Hey, Rylann.

This is Mr. Anderson.

Hey, Rylann.

Hi.

And Rylann, you're having dreams?

Yes, or no, or you don't know?

Maybe?

So today's the 32nd anniversary of this--

of this plane crash.

These are from 1982.

You see how I went to the left like you were--

You were saying.

Like you said.

Turned left into the neighborhood.

OK.

And the pilot knew that they were going down,

so he veered left trying to miss the neighborhood.

He clipped some of the neighborhood.

When we met Mr. Anderson, she was very interested

in everything he had to say, looking

at the newspapers with him.

You see that plane?

That kind of what you drew?

She didn't say a whole lot, she didn't ask a lot of questions,

but I think she's just taking it all in, just listening.

But there is a picture here of Jennifer.

Wow, that picture of Jennifer, you give that same kind

of little look, don't you?

We have pictures of you like that.

The look that Jennifer was giving in the pose,

I have so many pictures of Rylann

that look exactly like that.

I guess the picture of Rylann in the white dress

must have reminded her of what Jennifer used to look like.

Evelyn Pourciau, she was a neighbor across the street,

she knew Jennifer very well, and Evelyn came to their aid.

Meet her, and she's very excited to meet you, Rylann.

So what street are we on?

We're on 17th Street.

OK.

This is the corner of 17th and Fairway.

And this is the neighborhood, and this was the house.

The roof was completely taken off.

The plane went right over it.

And the eyewitnesses, there was an eyewitness, Evelyn,

who hopefully, we'll meet, saw the plane falling here.

And it hit that tree.

See that big old oak tree?

It hit part of the tree.

Where would Jennifer have been standing?

Jennifer was standing right here.

She was underneath her carport.

That's where they keep cars.

Feel anything here?

Yeah?

You want to go meet the neighbor who--

who knew Jennifer?

Hey, Evelyn.

Remember me?

Hey, Royd.

Evelyn, Miss Evelyn Pourciau.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Good to meet you.

I'm Cindy.

- Cindy? - Cindy.

Nice to meet you.

And this is her.

What's her name?

This is Rylann.

Rylann?

Yeah, Rylann.

Beautiful name, sweetheart.

Miss Evelyn, if you want to tell them

a little bit about how you knew Jennifer very well.

Yes, I did.

Lived right there in that second house.

And she'd come over, and my husband was cutting grass,

she says, can I cut grass?

Can I rake up the leaves?

Then she'd ask me, can I come wash the dishes?

Can I vacuum?

Well, I'd let her-- give her little jobs

and give her a couple of dollars.

Do you feel like you saw something happen to Jennifer?

I was Jennifer before.

Uh-huh.

There were good memories about Jennifer and the family.

She always waited for me to come out the door.

She loved us.

Today, I feel a little bit of relief

that she got to hear more information,

that I got to hear more information.

When we were talking to Miss Evelyn,

it did seem like she connected to Rylann.

I think they both just felt very comfortable with each other.

Thank you so much for your time. It was wonderful meeting you.

It was my pleasure.

And we really enjoyed talking to you.

After coming here, and especially being

in the neighborhood, I think she has gained some closure.

I feel better from coming here.

I think it's gonna help me.

My daughter, Jessica, was complaining

of inexplicable knee pain, and then she

was having dreams about being in the Battle of Edge Hill

in England.

But I was really shocked when Jess said

she had died in a past life.

Doing some research on people that believe they're

reincarnated, it's been said that if you have an injury

or suffer some catastrophic event in a previous life

that certain things could come and exhibit again

in your current life.

When Jess told me that she was shot in the leg in this battle,

it made me put two and two together and think, hey,

she's complained about odd inexplicable knee pain forever.

Her pain made me wonder if her memories could actually

be real.

I feel that having these memories of war and loss

and death from a past life is something that could affect her

in this life.

After a lot of research, we were finally

able to find a person who was in the Battle of Edge Hill that

had striking similarities to what Jess remembered.

I have not told Jess this information yet,

so I'm very excited to let Jess know about the new information

I found.

After a lot of research, we were finally

able to find a person who was in the Battle of Edge Hill that

had striking similarities to what Jess remembered.

My name's Jess.

I'm 19, and I live in Wethersfield, Connecticut.

I wouldn't say I had a hard time relating to kids,

but I definitely knew I was different.

These memories are so vivid and so real

that it feels like I'm talking about my childhood or a memory

from last week of vacation.

It's really important for my mom to be supportive and at least

open-minded to believing in this,

because she would be denying a part that is me if she denies

that this could at least hypothetically be real.

And it's important to me to have my mom accept

this part of myself.

I definitely wish Jess would communicate more about this.

It became to a point where she stopped

letting me know all of the details that she remembers.

So I think that it would be good to talk about it.

But I feel that it might be painful

for her to be remembering battle, or war,

or whatever it is that she's remembering.

So I said to her, we need to go do some research on that.

We found this information on this one man

who was the Lord of Lindsey, and his name was Robert Bertie.

And I found some information about Robert Bertie

that I didn't know before.

I have not told Jess this information yet as I just

found out, so I'm very excited to let

Jess know about the new information I found.

So I found something on the internet related to the memory

that you had.

And I found the name of Robert Bertie, who

was the first Earl of Lindsey.

He was born in 1583, and he died October 24, 1642.

Are you kidding?

I'm not kidding.

So look at this.

If you see, I'm gonna go down here and show you

that he served in a couple different places.

Queen Elizabeth I was his godmother.

I've always felt connected to her.

Well, the cool thing is is you know how you mentioned--

let me show you this part right here.

Lord Lindsey was shot through the thigh bone.

He fell from his horse.

And his son was in battle with him, so they surrendered--

That's who carried me off.

And he carried his father to a shed, nearby shed.

Oh my god.

Here's a picture.

I don't--

I'm speechless.

So there's something else that I have to tell you.

Oh, goodness.

So in looking at this, I--

That's me.

I saw up here that he served in the Netherlands

before the Battle of Edge Hill.

And I guess in the Netherlands, there were a lot of Mennonites

around that time.

Stop.

Get out.

It's kind of funny how everything you dreamt about

is right here.

Like, I remember these things.

Yeah.

Maybe that's why I always wanted

to speak with a British accent.

Could be.

I still do.

But he was on his horse when he got shot.

And so, you know, you always loved horses.

I've always loved horses.

And you remember the riding boots well.

That's what they were, because they weren't soldier boots.

They were up to my knees.

Leather boots.

Leather boots.

It's very strange to think I was a male,

to-- to know I was a male.

This is-- Wow.

I-- I can't even breathe.

Oh my goodness.

Hopefully that helps out a little bit.

It's almost like--

Make you understand certain things.

That was the missing piece that I was looking for.

That was what-- this is what I was looking for.

I'm really excited that the research that I did panned out,

and that we were able to come up with something definitive

to say, this is who you were.

The fact that he got shot in the leg, the fact

that he was on a horse.

I mean, all the details matching up,

I think that was pretty powerful.

And just seeing the reaction on her face

when I let her know was--

it was really worth it.

I feel that really being able to connect about Jess's past life

is really going to bring us closer together.

And I believe it already has started.

I definitely feel that the information we found out

is going to help Jess get some closure.

And having this information can hopefully put some things that

happened in the past to bed and she'll

be able to just move forward and be happy.

My mom brought me in and sat me down,

and she had shown me the research

that she did on, I guess, my past life,

and everything matched to a T. It's a strange experience.

It means a lot to me that my mom supported me through this.

I definitely feel like I was Robert Bertie.

The name, the details of the life, everything matched

so perfectly.

I feel like when you feel the truth in any way, shape,

or form, it like, reverberates inside you.

It helped me to come out of my shell and share something that

was very personal, very private.

It means so much to me that, you know,

I don't even know what to say about it.

Everything clicked.