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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.