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He said, Mom, I was shot.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

It was unreal.

She could feel a thunderstorm coming

a million miles away.

He goes, I used to be grown up.

I think this is the third time I come back.

She communicated with her brother Justin who

had died.

He goes, I was 14 and they wouldn't

let me join the military.

That's when the anxiety attacks started.

He came up to me and said,

I remember when I was your size.

There's no way a five-year-old could know that women went

to work in the city.

She said, I was writing a letter to his wife.

There was a loud noise.

And I was killed.

He looked at me and he goes, Mommy, I'm

going to kill them.

I was scared.

What he said next shocked me.

There was nothing I could do to make her feel better.

My name is Jennifer.

I live in Ottawa, Canada.

Ottawa, it's a lot of government jobs.

You've got the parliament.

You've got lots of politicians, embassies of all kinds.

So you've got a lot of culture.

It's a very quiet neighborhood that I live in.

It's very residential.

It's in the heart of the city, yet it's next to nature.

We've got the river that we walk out to.

We have nice trails and paths that we walk right

by the river.

So it's really nice.

My daughter Jamie Lee, she's 20.

And my son Shane is 10.

When Shane was born, it was a difficult labor.

I was so happy that he was no longer in my belly.

Having my son in my arms was an amazing feeling.

The pregnancy being rough, finally getting to hold him

was really, really relieving.

Because it was rough.

Shane as a baby, he was different.

When he was about six months old,

I was holding him in my arms and he

had tried to touch something.

But I tapped him on the hand, very

lightly, just a little tap, said, no, don't touch that.

And he smacked me in my face with his hand.

I'm like, maybe that's just a jerk reaction.

In another instance, I tapped him again on the hand.

And again, he smacked me right in the face.

His first reaction from the time

that he was maybe six months to a year old

was just hit right back.

He did not take any kind of form of like, nope.

He just hits.

Most kids, if you give them a tap on the hand,

they don't turn around and hit you back.

But Shane would every time.

Shane had a really strong sense of right and wrong

when he was very little.

And that sense of justice and getting even,

that's what I would say, getting even, where most children don't

have that sense of getting even, like an eye for an eye.

But that was Shane.

Shane was you hit me, I hit you.

When Shane was about 2 and 1/2, that's

when I noticed there was something really different

with him.

He had a thing for guns.

He wanted to shoot everything with guns.

He thought guns were toys.

He wasn't watching any gun shows.

He wasn't watching other than a few cartoons.

There was nothing that would really get him into wanting

to play with guns all the time.

But he had in his mind he wanted to shoot everybody

and everything.

And he just wanted guns and he was like shooting.

And he wanted to shoot.

Anytime he could get his hands on stuff where he could

make a gun, he would make them.

He would always build things and put them together.

And somehow it always turned into him

making guns and weapons, which was kind of odd.

And I would say, that's not

normal to have to tell a child night after night after night

that guns are not toys, that they hurt, that they kill.

And finally, I got through to him that night.

I said, Shane, what if somebody shot Mommy and Mommy went

to heaven and you never see Mommy again?

And then his face just changed.

He looked at me and he goes, Mommy, I'm going to kill them.

I was shocked.

When he first looked like that and I noticed the depth

in his eyes, it was scary.

Because you're like, that's not a child's look.

Children don't have that kind of anger.

It didn't make sense.

For that split second, it took me aback.

It was freaky.

I had raised my daughter, my nephew.

I've had many children around.

I have never, ever had to tell any kid that guns were

dangerous every night.

I'd them once or twice, guns aren't toys.

You don't play with guns.

It is terrifying to think that your son is

persistent about wanting to play with guns.

It's not something you tell anybody about, kind of keep

that on the hush-hush.

But I was worried.

I'm like, was he born that way?

I had no clue what was going on.

I was worried because I'd never seen that kind of behavior

in another child.

My name is Rebecca.

I live with my husband Michael and our two kids

in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Indianapolis is a great place to raise your kids.

There's lots of things to see.

It has history, a lot of close communities, big families.

It's a very nice place to be.

My first born child, his name was Justin,

and he passed away due to a genetic disorder

when he was three years old.

He had a seizure disorder which left him in a coma.

And the seizure disorder and not enough oxygen

actually caused his death.

When I got pregnant again, I was extremely nervous

because of what had happened with my son Justin.

The geneticist that I saw had told me

that there was a one in 10 chance

that the condition that my son had could happen again.

To my surprise and relief, I had a healthy baby girl.

Taylor was born a month early.

She decided to come the day of my baby shower.

She was born normal, eight-pound, seven-ounce baby.

I was so excited to have a healthy baby.

I had hope.

And it felt like a brand-new beginning to my life.

She could walk.

She could talk.

She was very advanced in everything she did.

Potty training took a week.

Never had to teach her how to hold a crayon, a pencil,

pick up a fork.

She knew how to do it.

She just did it.

When Taylor was in elementary school, I met her mother.

And they came into my life.

I have a really good relationship with Taylor.

She's more like a daughter to me than a step-daughter.

We get along extremely well.

Around the age of four, Taylor

started showing signs of behavior that was kind of odd.

Taylor had hypersensitive hearing.

Fireworks, we would have to stay in

and she would look out the window.

Thunderstorms were the worst.

She could feel a thunderstorm coming a million miles away.

I was scared.

But that was only the beginning.

One night I was reading and Taylor

used to do this with her hands.

She would wiggle her fingers and she would stare at the ceiling.

And I had seen her do this on several occasions before.

But this time it was really noticeable to me

because she was talking.

And I looked over at Taylor.

And I said, who are you talking to?

And she said, Justin.

My blood ran cold.

Because Taylor knew nothing of Justin.

And I said, what are you talking to him about?

And she just said, things.

And I said, OK.

And she just continued to play with her fingers.

There is no way that she could have known about Justin

because it was a very painful experience for me to go through

and a very painful experience to talk about.

And she was at the age that if I explained Justin and what

happened to him, there is no way she would have understood what

I was talking about.

So at that moment, it made me feel nervous.

But at the same time, it was comforting.

And that helped me believe that Justin was in a good place

and that he was talking to his sister.

The night that Taylor told me that she was speaking to Justin

was the first night that I realized she was speaking

to somebody that was dead, that she had never met,

that was not in the room.

But I did not know at that point that that would not

be the last time.

This was something totally alien to me.

And I didn't know what to do.

My son Shane didn't act like other children

from the very beginning.

Shane had a sense of justice from a very young age.

What's right, what's wrong, and getting even.

But my main concern for Shane was his fascination for guns.

I was really doubting myself as a parent.

I was worried.

I was honestly worried.

When Shane was about six, we went to a Boy Scouts meeting.

And there was a guest speaker, a soldier in fatigues,

dressed up, standing there.

And Shane says, oh, Ma, is he for real?

Can I go talk to him?

Come with me.

I need to talk to him.

Is he for real?

Can I talk to him?

I'm like, holy crap.

All the other kids are running around in the gym.

They couldn't care less about the guy standing up in front.

Shane's like [gasp].

He's like frozen.

He's like, oh, my god.

He stayed by that guy's side the whole Cub meeting, fascinated

by the soldier.

I was confused.

This one day, he said something that really shocked me.

This one morning in the spring, I

was getting him ready for school.

Shane was sitting down at the table eating his cereal.

I was getting his lunch ready for school.

And we're just chit-chatting.

And all of a sudden he looks at me and he's like,

mom, did you know I was a grownup before?

So I looked at him like, what?

He goes, yeah.

He goes, I used to be grownup.

Because I think this is the third time I come back.

I didn't know what to answer.

I didn't want to dismiss it either.

I just didn't know how to respond.

I didn't think of anything other than where's this coming from.

It was so matter-of-factly the way he said it to me that I

knew there was more to it.

But I wasn't ready to hear it that morning.

I definitely thought that Shane just

had a very good imagination.

Creativity runs through the family.

So I thought he was just adding onto it.

We grew up Catholic.

So you die, you go to heaven.

And that's about it.

We've never talked about any past lives or reincarnation.

I mean, it's not a common conversation.

He wouldn't have heard anything like that.

When Shane was three and I was 13, he came up to me and said,

I remember when I was your size.

I just looked at him.

I was like, no, you are smaller than me.

You're my younger brother.

You've never been taller or my size.

He was like, but I have been.

And I'm like, that doesn't make any sense.

No, you couldn't have been.

So a couple of weeks passed by.

And then on the weekend, again at the breakfast table,

I sat down, I said, Shane.

I go, you remember when you told me you were a grownup before?

He was like, yeah, I remember.

I was 14.

And they wouldn't let me join the military.

I wanted to join the military but they wouldn't let me join.

So he started saying, Mom, you know the war,

the war when all the girls went to the city.

Instead of answering, yeah, I know the war,

I answered him with a question.

I said, well, why did the girls go to the city, Shane?

He said, well, to work, Mom, because all the guys were gone

to war.

And that's when I was floored.

There's no way that a five-year-old could know this,

that the reason that the women went to work in the city

was because the most of the guys had been drafted to go to war.

That was World War II.

I had no idea what was going on at that point.

My mother and I never talked about war around him.

And he just knew all about it.

What he said next shocked me.

He said, Mom, I was shot.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

It was unreal.

When my daughter Taylor was around three,

she communicated with her brother Justin, who had died

five years before she was born.

I was wondering what was happening to my daughter.

I was scared.

This was something totally alien to me.

And I didn't know what to do.

But that was only the beginning.

When Taylor was five, we moved to Indiana.

And that's when the anxiety attacks started.

Taylor stopped sleeping.

She basically was having horrific nightmares night

after night after night.

Michael woke up in the middle of the night.

And I heard screaming from the kitchen.

And it wasn't Taylor.

It was Michael.

My first instinct was that someone was there

that shouldn't have been, a robber or someone breaking in,

someone there to harm us.

I walked out to the kitchen in the middle of the night.

And there was Taylor standing there, not doing anything, just

staring at the stove.

I didn't know what to make of what Taylor was doing.

I thought she might have been sleepwalking.

She was just standing there.

About a week went by with Taylor

not sleeping and repeatedly being terrified.

This was not night terrors.

Her nightmares were so horrific she could not sleep.

What got me to the breaking point

was one night when she came in my room and she said,

Mom, there's a ghost in my room.

Rebecca told me about some of the things

that Taylor had been seeing.

I had a hard time believing it.

I don't really believe in life after death and supernatural

stuff.

I figured that Taylor's lack of sleep

caused her to have hallucinations and see things

that really weren't there.

I thought my daughter had a mental problem

at that point, with her seeing ghosts, with her sleepwalking,

with her being terrified night after night after night of not

sleeping, and being miserable.

I couldn't help her.

And she was exhausted.

And she was falling asleep at school.

And I had to take her to the doctor.

She was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder.

It means just anxiety, period.

It's not due to trauma, not due to abuse.

There was no cause to it.

She has a level of anxiety that I have never seen in anybody

before.

As Taylor got older, the nightmares got worse

and the anxiety continued.

It got worse and worse and worse and worse.

Seeing my daughter like that was really hard on me

because you want to help your children

and you want to stop whatever pain they're in.

And there was nothing I could do to make her feel better.

I felt sorry for Taylor for not being able to sleep

and always being anxious.

And I just assumed she would eventually get over it.

I wasn't sure what was going on.

Nobody could tell me what was happening with my daughter

until one night she came to me with a story.

And I had my answer.

I could not believe what I was hearing.

My son Shane had a way of speaking that made you think

he was much older.

He was also so obsessed with guns and the military.

One day he told me that he'd lived a previous life.

But the real surprise came when he actually told me

that he was shot and killed.

I had a feeling he needed to tell me who he was.

That person was still in there.

And he'd been holding back for a couple of years now.

Then things escalated.

He goes, Mom, I was shot.

He goes, and it burns.

It burns so much.

He was holding his middle section.

And it really burns, Mom.

For me in my head, I was like, is my son actually

telling me this?

Is this really happening?

I'm still catching up with trying to make sense of what

I'm hearing, to actually understand any emotion

that I was having.

I'm like, oh, my god.

It sounded like a soldier that had been to war that had been

shot and was retelling his story from the grave through my son.

When I found out that he had been shot before,

it literally-- just complete utter silence within me.

How do you even comprehend that you can die?

No one in our family or friends had died around the time.

So why did he know about it?

Where did it come from?

There is no TV show.

We don't have any family members that are veterans.

There's nobody around us that talks about this.

It's a surreal feeling because you know that that little child

in front of you didn't actually feel that, but he remembers it.

You know that your child was never shot because he's

in front of you.

But he remembers how it feels to be shot.

I'll never forget him telling me.

Shane couldn't lie for the life of him.

Anytime he would go to lie, he had this giant smirk

on his face.

So when he would say these things,

we knew couldn't be a lie.

After he told me and I started processing all the information

and linking it to all of his behaviors

early on as a little baby from smacking me if I tapped him

on the fingers to this obsession for guns,

everything was clicking.

It was like, oh, my god.

Other things that happened up until then

suddenly made all the sense in the world.

Now I know why.

That was a past life.

That's why it's affecting him now.

It's not who he is today.

It's memories that are there.

For me it felt like a relief.

OK, there's no way around it.

This is for real.

He was there.

There's no way he could know this without being there.

You know, he's carrying all this with him.

And then he started talking more.

And he goes, Mom, how does it work?

Do you shrink back into a baby?

And I was like, whoa, well, I don't know, Shane.

I don't know how it works.

How do you answer this?

How do you give him a straight answer?

I'm completely clueless.

Taylor has communicated with spirits her entire life

and has come to me with fears that I can't explain.

Taylor was afraid of fireworks and could not

sleep through the night because of the horrific nightmares

she was having.

The nightmares were continuing.

The lack of sleep was continuing.

It was starting to affect her schoolwork.

It was starting to affect her home life.

She was depressed all the time.

And it was so frustrating because we couldn't do anything

to help her.

Nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.

She came to me in the middle of the night.

She was stark white.

She was sweating.

And she was absolutely beside herself.

And she said, Mom, something happened.

And I said, what?

She said, I had a nightmare.

I was dreaming but I was looking at myself.

And I said, what do you mean?

And she said, I was looking down on myself and I was a man.

I was a skinny, white man with sharp features.

And I was writing a letter.

She remembered being a man.

That's when I knew that it was a past life.

It was a totally different experience.

I 100% believed in my heart and feel it

in my bones that this actually--

I know it happened to her.

I don't really believe in past lives

or anything really supernatural.

If you can't show me something, I don't normally

believe it if it's not right there in front of me.

It's the same with my police work.

If you can't see it and you can't prove it,

I don't really know if I can think it's real.

The more we talked that night,

the more memories started coming back to Taylor.

She clearly remembers that she was a man.

She was wearing an oversized white shirt from centuries ago.

She was writing with a feather pen.

Taylor remembers the writing being long and thin.

The paper that she wrote on was more cloth-like than paper

that you would write on today.

The only light that she had was a candle.

But the main thing that stuck out

was she was writing a letter as a man.

And what was upsetting Taylor and haunting Taylor

was the fact that she was prevented from finishing

and sending the letter.

My daughter Taylor, her entire life

has been riddled with anxiety.

Taylor came to me one night and told me

that she remembered being a man with dark hair, sharp features,

and that he was writing a letter.

Taylor and I sat down on my bed one night.

And we started talking about everything.

I decided that it was time for me to ask her all the questions

and dig deep.

Because I knew that this was all connected.

During our talk, Taylor started to remember more and more

stuff.

And then she came up with the name Matthew Kopple.

And she said, Mom, that's who I was.

I was Matthew Kopple.

Taylor got hysterically upset.

And I said, what is it?

And she said, Mom, that letter was important.

And she was sobbing.

She said, I was writing a letter to his wife.

She said, I got out of my chair and I stood behind my chair.

And I turned.

And there was a loud noise.

And I was killed.

When Taylor told me that she was killed in her past life,

I didn't feel scared or sad.

I felt relieved that now I could connect her fear of loud noises

to her past life.

That's the answer to all the questions that I had wondered

about for all these years.

It had gone on for so long, her living in horror,

living in fear, and all the pieces

were starting to fall into place.

My name is Taylor.

And I am 16 years old.

My inability to sleep started when I was around two or three

years old.

And I've always had a really, really vivid nightmares,

ones that just seemed too real.

And I'd wake up in the middle of the night in like a cold sweat.

The first time that I remember having a past life memory,

I could feel everything that he was feeling.

And I remember standing up.

I was really, really frustrated.

And then there was a loud boom.

And I woke up.

And it just sort of clicked for me.

Yes, that was it, that I was this man.

And I kind of wanted to know more.

After our talk, I went online.

And I was able to find a Matthew Kopple that was killed

in the 1700s in his home.

I also found a Henry M. Kopple.

What I would like to do is show them both to Taylor

to see if it sparks any memory.

I feel like my past life has started to affect me.

It's still attached to me.

It still has the same fears and the same emotions.

What was upsetting Taylor and haunting Taylor was the fact

that she was killed before she was able to get that letter

finished.

That is the main anxiety that I believe my daughter had.

Whoever Matthew Kopple was, I believe is to this day

a part of Taylor.

But I believe it's a part of Taylor that needs to be let go.

I truly in my heart believe that all of the events, the trauma,

the anxiety, the pain, the sleeplessness

is because Taylor has unfinished business that she needs

to let go of.

For me, it's not about what's causing Taylor have

her anxiety.

It's about her getting better.

I think Taylor needs to finish the letter and let it go.

I do feel that I have unfinished business to do.

I know I need to finish that letter.

I don't want to be held back anymore by this.

My son Shane told me that he lived a previous life.

And he wanted to join the military when he was 14.

I was beginning to believe that he might be remembering

a past life.

I started doing some research.

And I couldn't believe what I found.

I was sure it was World War II because World War II was really

renowned for when the women started working because so

many men were drafted.

From what Shane told me, it couldn't be in any other war

but that one.

16 was the age of enlistment.

He was 14.

He wanted to join.

They wouldn't let him.

He would definitely have lied about his age to get in.

I started doing more research.

I found this story about a young boy,

his name was Reginald Earnshaw.

And he enlisted at the age of 14 in the Navy from Britain.

I found that Reginald Earnshaw had lied about his age

to get in at 14 because the age of enlistment was really 16.

And he died.

He was the youngest casualty of war.

The ship that he was on came under fire.

And a friend of his tried to go to the boiler

room to pull him out.

But it was too hot.

They couldn't get him out.

It makes me wonder when my son said that it burned

that something hit him, did he get shot at the same time,

and then stuck in the boiler room?

Was he burnt?

Is that why he felt that burning sensation?

It's shocking that there is a story out there that resembles

what my son's been telling me.

And I'm wondering, could that actually

be the boy that needed to tell his story?

Could it be?

Taylor told me that she was killed in her past life.

The man in her past life was prevented

from finishing the letter.

I do feel that I have unfinished business to do.

I know I need to finish that letter.

I don't want to be held back anymore by this.

Whoever Matthew Kopple was I believe is to this day

a part of Taylor.

But I believe it's a part of Taylor that needs to be let go.

What I would like to do is show them both to Taylor

to see if it sparks any memory.

I found a couple Matthew Kopples.

But I don't want you to feel the pressure

to make a 100% decision.

Just if anything rings familiar to you, let me know.

It's to help you.

So whatever you feel you feel.

This is the first Matthew Kopple.

He was born in 1708.

And this is what happened to him.

Wow.

What are you feeling?

You said wow.

Can we read through the other ones first?

Sure. Absolutely.

This is the second one.

This is a Henry M. Kopple.

And he was in the war, the Civil War.

Here's his actual record.

Now, you remember you had talked about the writing

in those times.

Does that seem familiar to you at all?

It definitely seems very familiar to me.

That handwriting is the same style as my dream.

You feel that this was who you were seeing in your past life?

Whatever gives you peace.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I believe that those memories that were triggered

from all of the stuff that's happened today

will help her to close it and be done with it

and help her write the letter.

And I think that the letter is the key.

I feel so much closer to who I was in my past life

now, and know that I need to write that letter.

It's going to be sort of a farewell note

so that I'll be able to move on with my own life.

She knows that it was to his wife.

And she thinks that it was some kind of goodbye letter.

It was almost a desperate act of this man trying

to get a final letter to his loved ones.

I do hope that writing down and finishing

and releasing everything is going to bring me some closure

and I'll finally be at peace.

We have enough facts to know that this occurrence did

happen.

Does this look like a good spot?

Yeah, sure.

All righty.

She was somebody else.

And I think if Taylor were to do what she needs

to do with the letter, let everything go,

she will be at peace.

I feel that Taylor knows his letter was important to him

and that he was in pain.

And she's going to let it go for him so that he can rest.

This is it.

Ready?

I definitely hope Taylor can be at peace.

No need for anyone to suffer from anxiety

if they didn't have to.

My hope is that all the fears will

be let go at the same time.

One, two, three.

Everything that we've been through just

went with that balloon.

I feel relieved.

I feel happy.

I feel free.

It's a great feeling.

You feel better?

I feel a lot better.

My son Shane told me that he

had lived a previous life.

And he wanted to join the military when he was 14.

The real surprise came when he actually told me

that he was shot and killed.

I started doing some research.

And I couldn't believe what I found.

Could that actually be the boy that needed to tell his story?

Could it be?

I found out with the research that I was doing as well

on Reginald Earnshaw, that it was something that also

happened in the UK, where the women started going to work

during World War II because so many men had been drafted.

So it wasn't just something from North America.

It was also in the UK.

It was a world war, after all.

I also found another little boy in World War II.

His name was Raymond Steed.

And he also lied about his age to get in.

He was 14 when he died as well.

I haven't told Shane what I found during my research.

My name is Shane.

And when I see things in my memory,

it's triggered by something.

But I don't know how.

They come for a couple of days and then they're gone.

I've actually felt being shot during the night.

I woke up because I felt something hit my chest really,

really hard.

I felt a pain for about five seconds.

And then it just went away.

I can't imagine being the mother of that child back

then and to lose my child that way at such a young age.

Must be horrible.

I like the military because you can fight

for your country and you can help other people instead

of being afraid.

I don't have anything against my son joining

the military.

But I want you to join it because of Shane.

It would be cool to find out who I was and compare myself

with my past and my present.

I'm going to show Shane two images of soldiers

that died at the age of 14 during World War II,

to see if it stirs any emotion.

What if one of the pictures is who he was?

He's never seen them.

I've never shown them to him.

So we'll see how he reacts to that.

And we'll take it from there and help him find closure.

If I had the chance to know who I might have been,

I would like to know.

My son Shane believes that he was in a war

when he was 14 and he was shot.

I'm a little worried that history might repeat itself.

I'm still concerned about Shane wanting to join the military

to finish the war that wasn't finished for him.

It concerns me.

I want him to live his life and not

finish someone else's business.

If Shane decides to join the military when he grows up,

I'm going to be with him all the way as long as it's his choice.

There's a few things I'd like to do to help Shane have

some closure on this and just put it behind and be Shane

today.

I'm going to show Shane the images of the two boys

that I found that died at the age of 14 in World War II.

I'm going to see if it triggers any memory

or emotional response from Shane.

And then we'll be able to take them and find a way

to get closure for him.

So these two boys, they both passed away at age 14.

So we have Raymond Steed over here.

And we have Reginald Earnshaw.

Do any of the boys look familiar?

Him.

Very.

How does he look familiar?

He looks a lot like me.

You find he looks like you?

Yeah.

Maybe.

I don't know.

What part do you recognize the most?

He looks like he has the same eyes as me.

So this, there's something

that it makes you feel?

Yeah.

You recognize yourself in him?

Yeah.

A lot.

Wow.

I don't think it was possible to find someone with your story.

But this story sounds a lot like yours.

He lied about his age to get in to the military.

He was 14.

I said that.

When I look at him, I feel like he is me in a way.

So there's something familiar?

Yeah.

As soon as I saw the picture, I saw fire just in my head.

I just had a memory of just fire everywhere.

Really?

Yeah.

And I felt like my lungs were hurting a bit for some reason.

And then it went away.

Do you know how he died?

He got burned to death in a boiler room in a boat.

You think maybe we can leave the past behind

and just maybe let his soul rest?

Yeah.

I showed Shane the pictures of the two people

that I had found that had died at the age of 14

in the military.

And I was shocked.

Shane looked at the little boy at the bottom,

which was Reginald Earnshaw, and for some reason thought

that he looked like him.

He goes, he looks like me.

His eyes were like mine.

When I look at the picture, there there's no resemblance.

But Shane thought there was a connection.

It's surreal.

It really is.

It's strange.

You don't really know how to feel about it, honestly.

The memory came.

And I just saw it.

And I had no idea about him burning before.

As soon as I saw his face, I had the memory.

And I saw him in me.

It's like I had a connection with him.

It was a little strange.

With all my other memories, I had never felt that way.

I honestly think that my past life was him.

I feel like he matches everything

that I've remembered.

It's important to me because I can finally understand why I've

been having these memories.

I think Shane recognizing the picture,

it is definitely a step in the direction

of getting the closure.

And it's going to be good for Shane.

It's going to be good for me, too, honestly.

Because I mean, this has been a question up

in the air for a long time.

And it might be good for Reginald, too.