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And she'd say, "No, no, Mama--

the sister from when
I lived before."

He had these dreams, and
so detailed and precise.

It came as a total
surprise to me

when I found out he was
writing this alphabet

in another language.

"She killed me by
pushing me in the fire,

but it was an accident and
she feels really sorry."

Evan would tell me that he
was a Russian soldier fighting

the Germans.

She cried and
had probably what could

be considered a panic attack.

He had to kill
a lot of people.

I told my mom that I
could not do it anymore.

I knew there was more to
this than just coincidence.

My goodness, we
have a problem.

I'm Angela.

My daughter is Kimberly, and we
live in San Diego, California.

San Diego is the
best city to live in.

There's everything here--
from the ocean, the mountains.

You could surf in the
morning, ski in the afternoon,

camp at night.

It's beautiful.

When I was pregnant
with Kimberly,

I lived in an
apartment with her dad.

I was 18, but I'd been
out of the house and away

from my parents
for about a year.

Of course, I thought
I was very grown up.

But to see a positive
pregnancy test,

figured out I probably
wasn't nearly as grown up

as I thought I was.

And soon after, I
moved back home.

I certainly did not feel
prepared to raise a baby.

My mother was very supportive.

She wasn't excited.

But that being said,
I knew I would be OK.

When she was born, she was
perfect, the prettiest baby.

I guess any mom could
say that, but I really

did have the prettiest
baby you've ever seen--

the perfect nose,
the perfect lips

with the lightest cover of
the reddest hair you've ever

seen before.

She made her arrival and
everybody knew she was here.

First four days of her
life was just crying--

literally crying.

It was all night long.

I think I remember thinking,
you slept three hours

and you're only three days old.

How are you going to
grow if you're only going

to sleep three hours a day?

Everybody else had these
babies that slept hours.

If they didn't sleep at night,
they slept during the day.

Mine just didn't sleep.

Kimmy slept so little that
the pediatrician was even

taken aback by
that and suggested

that I give her Benadryl
to help her sleep at night.

I honestly thought I
was just a bad mom.

Maybe I wasn't addressing
her needs right.

Maybe I wasn't feeding
with the right formula.

I really didn't know
why she was so fussy.

As a parent, you can only go
sleep-deprived for so long.

It got so bad at one point,
when she was four months old,

I took her to my
mom and told my mom

that I could not do it anymore.

There was just no way I could
possibly function and raise

her, given how it was
going at that point.

And my mom took
her for the night

and let me sleep, thankfully.

You're tired.

You're frustrated.

You can't think clearly.

You're exhausted.

And the kid was exhausted.

So I was glad when she
learned to at least--

well, I don't know
if she learned

to sleep through the
night or I just gave up

and put her in my bed.

But soon as I just
gave up putting her

in a crib or her own bed,
life got much better.

When Kimberly was a toddler,
she was very empathetic.

She was able to pick up on the
emotions of those around her.

So if she walked into a room
that was a very happy room,

I had a very happy child.

If she walked into a room
and it was very stressed,

I would have a child that
was stressed or upset.

It was very clear that she was
very aware of her surroundings.

There had been a fair at
school that she really

wanted to go to.

We went, and it was
very busy, very chaotic.

And in the middle
of all of the chaos,

she essentially shut down.

As a parent, I had
bent over backwards

to make sure we all could go.

And then we get there and she
cried and had probably what

could be considered
a panic attack.

Wanted to go, had to leave,
after she was the one that

wanted us to go.

I was definitely worried
about her anxiety level.

My inner voice is telling
me that this was too much.

Kimberly was not going to
be able to cope with this.

Ultimately, we didn't stay,
but she's always kind of

been like that-- not real
big on when there's just

too much going on.

Her anxiety never
got to the point

where she had to
stop doing things,

but she did get to the
point where we did take her

to a therapist to teach
her relaxation techniques.

I wasn't sure, but
I started to think

that maybe her sensitive nature
was why she couldn't sleep.

When I finally realized what
was causing her sleep issues,

I felt completely helpless.

My name is Dana.

I live in Springfield, Missouri.

I have one son, and
his name is Evan.

Springfield is like
a big small town.

It's considered a city.

It's the third
largest in Missouri.

But drive the streets,
you wouldn't really

know it cause it feels homey.

When I was pregnant, I
had the perfect pregnancy.

I was happy.

I was glowing.

Of course, most mothers do.

I had no morning sickness,
no problems whatsoever.

I felt like this was
the right thing for me.

When he was born, it was
the most amazing thing.

He had this beaming smile and
this little round face and just

these eyes, they were
so serene and knowing.

He was quite an
amazing little baby.

Evan was a normal infant--

cried and smiled and
played and laughed.

As he got older, he got
a little more fussy.

He had bouts of crying
that I couldn't understand.

People tried telling me he
had colic or some reason

that he was unhappy
and just cried.

There was a time when
Evan was inconsolable,

and I imagine it started
about the age of three or four

and continued until
about six or seven.

He would just all of a
sudden just go into fits.

He'd cry, and he'd
drop to the floor,

and he'd bang his hands on
the floor, and he'd scream.

I just felt like there
was something wrong.

My name is Sandy, and
I'm Evan's grandmother.

He would be just real
happy playing along,

and all of a sudden he
would scream and holler.

And you just couldn't
quiet him down.

He would do that for, like, two
minutes and then it was over.

And it was always
really strange,

because it was out of nowhere.

I couldn't touch him.

I tried to cuddle
him and comfort him.

There was nothing I could do.

He'd continue on until he
just either got worn out

or got tired of crying.

But it did worry me.

When Evan started going
to elementary school,

he got comments
from his teachers

that he didn't engage with
others during play period.

He'd stay to himself.

He'd distanced himself.

And if anybody would
invite him to come play,

he'd decline and stay quietly
somewhere off to the side.

And it was really hard for them
to get him involved in group

activities.

He was a loner.

I wasn't too concerned
about Evan being a loner,

because I had been alone, and
I thought maybe it was just

his personality and
shouldn't be a problem.

But when he refused to get
engaged in activities at all,

that started worrying me.

As Evan got older, he
started having nightmares.

He was really too young to tell
me what they were all about,

and I don't think he even
understood it, but mostly

with screams and sobbing,
frightening himself awake.

I talked to him, kept the
communication very open,

gave him plenty of chance to
talk to me about any fears

or problems or issues
that he was dealing with,

and he seemed to be OK on that.

I thought they were just
regular childhood nightmares.

But as he aged, they became
more and more intense and more

and more frequent.

I did wonder what
was causing them.

Why did he have so
many really bad dreams?

When Evan was in
elementary school,

he used to get comments
from his teachers

all the time about how
advanced his vocabulary was.

He used a lot of big
words, sophisticated words.

There was one teacher who
commented that his vocabulary

was about four years ahead of
what other children's were.

I'd always gotten good
remarks from Evan's teachers

about his progress in school.

They came as a
total surprise to me

when I found out he was
writing this alphabet

in another language.

My daughter Kimberly
cried constantly as a baby

and virtually never slept.

She was very sensitive to
other people's feelings

and would just sleep
with me each night.

I was not happy.

My concern initially was
how is this going to go?

What is this going
to do with her?

The great thing about
when she started to talk

is that she would
play by herself.

About 2 and 1/2 years
old, she was playing.

And I could tell she was
playing with someone,

or at least that's
what it seemed like.

I was like, "Kimberly,
where are you talking to?"

And she'd say, "I'm talking
to my sister, Mama."

Kim really didn't have a
sister when she was 2 and 1/2,

3 years old.

I wanted to know how much did
she know about her sister.

So I started asking questions.

"How come you play
with your sister

so much when you
don't have a sister?"

And she'd say, "No, no, Mama.

The sister from when
I lived before."

I was a little
confused, but I didn't

want to make it weird for her.

So I said, OK.

I'd shared it with
the pediatrician

that she was playing with her
sister that she didn't have.

But he just said she
had a great imagination.

It's a sign of intelligence,
maybe she'll be a writer,

and just let it go at that.

Maybe a few weeks later,
maybe a couple months later,

I asked Kimberly, "Does
your sister have a name?"

Because now I want to know,
is this just a total fantasy?

How far is this fantasy going?

How creative is she?

What's going to come of this?

And Kimberly said,
"Well, yes, mom.

Her name is Sarah.

She likes to come play with
me because she feels sorry."

And I asked Kimberly, "So
Kimberly, what does Sarah

feel sorry about?"

And she said, "Mom,
when we lived before,

she killed me by
pushing me in the fire--

but it was an accident
and she feels really sorry.

In my head, I was
thinking, "Oh, my goodness.

We have a problem.

This is not normal."

As soon as she has
assigned a name--

Sarah-- and a scenario--
she killed me by pushing me

in the fire but it
was an accident--

I knew that this was not
just a sign of intelligence.

It was something else.

What that something else was,
I wasn't entirely sure of.

I had a great
pregnancy with Evan,

and he had a
fantastic childhood.

He was a very happy boy.

As he got older, he started
having the nightmares

and separating himself
from other people,

and I became very concerned.

It worried me.

When Evan was in
elementary school,

he was being taught
the alphabet,

and the teachers were
concerned that he

wasn't able to learn the
alphabet the way he needed to.

He kept bringing home
papers with letters being

reversed or different, letters
being inserted that didn't look

anything like the
English language.

I'd teach him.

I'd sit down with him
and say, "Now, this

is how you draw your R."

And he wouldn't do it.

He insisted it was different.

He'd say, "No, this
is how you write it."

And a teacher came around
and noticed his paper.

And she said, "Evan, do you
speak any foreign languages?"

And it turned out that it
was the Russian alphabet

that he was writing.

He'd never been around
anybody Russian.

None of my family speak Russian.

I don't know where
he got that from.

When Evan was very little,
he had toy soldiers

and he loved playing with those.

And they were the plastic
ones, about an inch

and a half to two inches tall.

When he learned about war, it
wasn't so much the violence

that got him interested.

It wasn't that at all.

It was what really happened,
what was it all about, who

was involved, the strategy.

He loved strategy.

When he was 5, 6, he would
do this thing with his hands.

And sometimes he'd be like this.

And he'd seem to be
in his own world.

He could be sitting or
walking down the street,

and he'd start doing us thing.

And it really concerned me.

As the years passed, and I tried
to bring it to his attention

so he would stop-- because
I explained to him,

it looks a little strange.

People don't go
around doing that.

My mom asked me, "Why is
he always doing that?"

I said, "I don't know, Mom, but
I'm trying to break the habit."

So finally, after enough
bringing Evan's attention

to the times that
he was doing it,

and when he got old enough to
verbalize and understand what

it was he was seeing and being
aware that he was doing it,

he said, "It's explosions.

It's bombs going off."

Yeah, I was concerned.

I think about 12 years old,
that it might have stopped.

Because Dana was able
to talk with Evan,

making him aware of it.

But he didn't realize
he was doing this

or why he was doing this.

When Evan got older, he
was able to verbalize what

he was seeing in his dreams.

And he could tell me things like
he saw blood or people dying,

that he didn't understand why
or how or what was going on.

So when he was able to
verbalize what was happening,

he said it was war
and I was a killer.

Why would my son be
having recurring dreams

about being a killer?

Most of Evan's dreams were in
places that were cold, snowy.

Snow almost in all of them.

He was a soldier
in the Soviet army.

He had vivid, detailed
recollections of where he was

and what he had to do, his
fellow soldiers, places, names.

He'd remember the signs
that he'd see on buildings.

And the next day, he'd
get on the computer

and look them up and
find that these indeed

were actual places.

He would tell me the
Russian words in his dreams.

And we'd get on the
computer, go to a translator,

put in, in English, the
word and ask it to Russian.

And there was one time he
remembered so much of this one

particular dream, we
were just both blown away

by what came up.

"Get your guns."

"Run."

"Hurry."

"Go faster."

"You go left."

"You go right"--
simple commands.

It was quite unbelievable,
but it was all things

to do with war.

I remember when she
told me this about Evan,

the little hairs stood
up on the back of my neck

and I thought, well,
this is really something.

When I started putting
the pieces together was when he

started verbalizing
the dreams and telling

in such intense detail.

And then we started
looking on the internet,

and these places would come
up that were actual places

and events that had
actually happened.

So I started thinking, gosh,
he had the hand motions

and the bombs
exploding, he'd say.

And he'd have letters written
differently in the alphabet.

And he had these dreams and
so detailed and precise.

I knew there was more to
this than just coincidence.

Could my son be
remembering a past life?

My son wrote
the Russian alphabet

without knowing anything
about the Russian language.

I didn't know what was going on,
but there were too many things

happening.

It just didn't make sense.

As Evan got older,
the nightmares

became more frequent
and more vivid.

Evan would tell me about
a lot of his dreams,

and there were plenty that
he didn't tell me about.

Evan would tell me that he
was a Russian soldier fighting

the Germans.

He said his job was to take
people out with a rifle.

And he thought he was a sniper,
because he worked with a rifle

and very often on his own, and
he had to kill a lot of people.

That's when I started thinking,
OK, there's something more

to this.

There's something going on here.

When Evan would tell
me about these dreams,

he was very
obviously distraught.

He said he didn't want
to kill, that he had to.

He had trouble dealing
with it, he said.

He could feel the pain of both
himself and the other people--

the anguish, the horror, the
dread, the fear, everything.

And more things came to
light about his dreams.

He said he saw himself
on his deathbed,

and his friend came
to be with him.

His wife was there, and
he had two children.

And his little girl held
his hand as he died.

Evidently, he had some
kind of affliction

to his lungs that
ultimately caused his death.

Pretty intense knowing which
emotions and thoughts were

going through his mind as he was
laying there on his deathbed--

pretty emotional.

Death is hard anyway,
but to hear my son

saying how he felt
about his family

and having to say
goodbye made me cry.

Who sees things like that?

Perhaps he thought he was
imagining it or he was crazy.

I took him to a
counselor, because he

was having these nightmares.

And he went for quite a while.

And they didn't tell me a lot,
but they did tell me that he

was suffering from PTSD.

He never had any severe
trauma in his life.

Could my son's past life trauma
be affecting him in this life?

Kimberly couldn't
sleep at night alone,

had an imaginary friend, who
was her sister, named Sarah.

It was very hard to
have a child that

was having really bad anxiety.

You don't really know
how to help them.

I was definitely
worried about Kimberly

when we had to take
her to a therapist.

No parent really wants take
their child to a therapist.

No parent wants to
admit that they can't

take care of their child or
address their child's needs

on their own.

When Kimberly
started school, I was

worried for several reasons.

One, she didn't sleep
through the night,

so how was she going to function
in school if she could not

sleep?

And she had an imaginary
sister she played

with on a pretty regular basis.

And lastly, she was
very empathetic.

So she's so busy worrying about
everybody else, how exactly was

she going to be able
to go to school?

When she was entering
kindergarten,

we sat Kimberly down
and explained to her

that talking about Sarah
and bringing Sarah to school

was not a good idea,
because not everybody will

be understanding.

Not everybody will
think it is normal.

My biggest fear was
that she was going

to talk about living before.

That was my biggest fear.

It's normal for a child to
have an imaginary friend,

but it is not entirely
normal that they

talk about living before.

And it's really not normal
to talk about being killed

by being pushed in a fire.

So taking those types
of things to school,

my concern was that they would
think that she was somehow

emotionally unstable
and that there

would be some type of backlash.

If all of the issues
that she was having

with anxiety and
sleep were related,

I wanted to figure that out
and get to the bottom of it.

Kimberly had been talking about
her life before and her sister,

Sarah, for so long that,
when she got a little older,

I finally decided to
sit her down and ask her

about everything she
thought she remembered.

I didn't expect her to have
the kind of details she had.

She said, "I lived in Liverpool,
England, between 1860 and 1870.

My dad was a merchant.

My brother's name was Thomas."

She was named Christina.

She had a sister named Sarah
and a mother named Anna,

and they were poor and
slept in a very small home,

in a straw bed.

That one night, when
they were all sleeping,

the stove that they
had caused a fire.

And because they were
sleeping in a straw bed,

it went up very quickly.

And her sister, thinking
that she was helping her

during that fire
when a beam fell,

actually pushed
her into the fire,

because the beam fell on
Christina, who is now Kimberly.

I wouldn't want to sleep either
if, at some point in time,

a fire started when
I was sleeping.

So all the little
stories about "Sarah

wanted to come play with
her because she felt bad"

made sense.

Not sleeping made sense.

When Kimberly talked
about having a sister

and living before, it
was so matter-of-fact

that I knew she was
telling the truth.

She believed it.

I started to wonder, could
my child have lived before?

My daughter,
Kimberly, believes

she had a past life where she
died by being pushed in a fire

by her sister.

She believes her sister Sarah's
presence is with her now

in this lifetime, and
it still affects her.

Kimberly is at a
point in her life

right now that she's
still pretty lost.

She doesn't really know
what she wants to do,

where she wants to go.

I'm Kimberly,
and I'm 21 years old.

In my past life, I passed
away in a house fire.

I think because of the way I
passed away in my past life,

I will probably always have
sleeping problems in this life.

In this life, I have a
really hard time with tasks

that involve growing up.

High school graduation was
really stressful to me,

because that was a stepping
stone into becoming an adult.

And I think it's because my
last life I died really young.

Therefore, this
time around, it's

my first time being
an adult. Now,

I don't see Sarah
as an apparition.

I don't see her as a person.

I don't ever walk into
a room and she's there.

But I do have a
sense of someone's

watching me sometimes.

And for me, because of
the way I feel comforted

and I'm not scared, I
always feel like it's Sarah.

I'm still really
comforted by the idea

that she's following me.

She really has
looked over Kimberly

and helped Kimberly as much
as she can in this lifetime,

but it really is time
for Sarah's spirit

to be acknowledged,
forgiven, and let go.

She's been with
me my entire life.

It's kind of like a security
blanket spirit for me.

If she suddenly wasn't in
my life and I realized that,

it would make me miss her.

I'm hoping
to be able to have

a one-on-one, heart-to-heart
talk with Kimberly

about letting go
of her past life.

And that way, both of them can
go on and be happy and healthy

and succeed at whatever
they choose to do apart,

but at the same time.

And Kimberly can really just
sleep through the night.

My son is writing
the Russian alphabet.

He's speaking Russian.

He's having dreams
of Russian soldiers.

And I wanted to try to
make some sense of this.

I thought, how could this be?

The counselor asked me what Evan
had suffered through his life,

if he'd suffered
any severe trauma.

I looked at her, surprised,
because he hadn't experienced

anything traumatic.

As far as I know,
there's nothing in his childhood

that would cause PTSD.

At that time,
Evan was withdrawn.

He stayed away
from other people,

didn't want to initiate
contact with others

or form friendships.

He had anxiety.

He was stressed.

I needed to get some answers.

I needed to help my son
live his life today.

We started researching a lot of
the details from Evan's dreams,

and we found that there was a
sharpshooter named Ivan Mikhail

Sidorenko, and he was one of the
best sharpshooters in Russia.

When Evan saw his picture,
he felt a connection

with this man.

They have similar
looks, that he said,

"You know how when you
look in someone's eyes,

you can feel something?

I feel something
when I look at him."

And as we read the details of
this man's military career,

most of it matched up
with Evan's dreams.

In 1944, Ivan Sidorenko was
awarded the Hero of the Soviet

Union, a very high
and prestigious award.

Ivan Sidorenko fought
in the battle of Moscow,

and a lot of the details
about the Battle of Moscow

were revealed in Evan's dreams.

I believe that Evan could
have been Ivan Sidorenko.

Evan's name even
matched up with Ivan's--

Ivan Mikhailovich
and Evan Michael.

I was floored.

Wow.

That could really be him.

My son has vivid memories of
being a Russian sniper in World

War II.

He has flashbacks
that impact his life.

I was excited to finally
see some meaning behind all

of this craziness that was
going on for so many years.

And I was excited
to know that there

was some kind of parallel,
possibly the actual person,

that we could look to.

Evan still has nightmares.

They're not as frequent.

He still has flashbacks,
and he still has anxiety.

I'm Evan.

In my past life, I believe I was
a Soviet soldier during World

War II named Ivan Sidorenko.

When I was a kid, I had all
these pretty bad nightmares.

The dreams were set during World
War II on the Eastern Front

during the time the Nazis
and Soviets were fighting

each other.

And that was, I think, 1941
or 1942, around those years.

There was this one dream.

I was crawling, like,
through this trench.

And I guess it was
a man-made one,

and there was machine gun
fire and bombs going off,

and it was super loud out.

And it was just me and a
couple other guys and one girl.

And I noticed there was this
big old factory in the distance,

and I guess that
was our destination.

And we went there.

And as soon as we
went into the factory,

they were our guys
so we didn't have

to worry about the fighting.

And I remember someone taking
me and-- like a guy with a cap.

I remember that
guy coming up to me

and putting his
hand at my shoulder

and saying, "Ivan, go up there."

I remember him doing something
like,

or something like that, and
pointing up to this catwalk.

As soon as I got
up there, I could

see a bunch of German
tanks coming towards us.

And I thought oh, boy.

And I knew right away that
they wanted me to do something

like pick them off or something.

And I remember just
thinking, that's it.

Holy crap, it's pretty
much up to me to defend it.

If not, then we're all dead.

That was a particularly
terrifying dream.

I would like for Evan
to have a full life,

have a family of his
own, if he wishes.

I want him to be happy.

How does a person fight
memories about a war that

happened generations ago?

All I know is we have
to find a solution.

Will my son ever be able
to put the past behind him

and move on?

I just hope it's not too late.

Me and Kimberly are here today
so that we can talk about her

letting go of the past
life and of Sarah,

giving Kimberly the permission
to move forward in this life

and be comfortable and happy.

It is important for
Kimberly to move on

so that she can be happy
and healthy and content

in this life, without
being burdened or worried

about the past life.

You need help to move forward
and grow up and be an adult,

and you have every
right to do that.

So for me, there's a few reasons
why I think that you should let

Sarah go.

And some of those are maybe
you would sleep better,

maybe you would
have less anxiety.

When I
was in my past life,

I did share a room with
Sarah and my littler brother.

And today I cannot
sleep by myself.

I'm going to miss her.

Maybe she could be
born and come back

and you can kind of be thankful
for what you've had with her,

but know that it's
time to move forward.

I do want her to be able to
move on and do her next life

and be her own person.

I don't want to hold onto
the memories that are bad.

I prefer to hang onto the
memories of the good times,

talking to my
sister in this life.

And we're both at a point where
I need to grow up in this life,

and she has to grow
up into her next one.

Kimberly
has been holding

onto her past life and her
sister, Sarah, for such

a long time.

If I can get her
to let go of Sarah,

maybe I can get her to
move on from her past life.

I'm hoping Kimberly can
move on with this life

and Sarah can move
on to her next life.

So I was thinking that we could
light a couple of candles,

one for you and one for Sarah,
and maybe say a prayer to Saint

Michael and help you and her
break your bond that you've

had your whole life.

We've chosen saying a
prayer to Saint Michael

because we are of
Catholic faith.

They say that Saint
Michael is the saint that

is closest to angels.

He is a connection
between both worlds,

and it is thought that he can
help sever ties when there's

ties that are too
closely linked.

What do you think about that?

I think opening the door
would be a good start.

I never thought about
using a patron saint.

I wear a saint every day, so
I think it was the right route

to go.

Saint Michael, please
help Sarah say goodbye so

that Kimberly can be happy
and Sarah can look down on her

and be happy for her.

I want to call
Saint Michael to help her bear

the weight so that
she can move on,

because I don't want
to hold her back,

as much as she doesn't
want to hold me back.

And they both could move
forward in a positive manner.

Amen

Amen.

Look.

There's only one.

Maybe that means something.

I was really, really surprised
to see her candle went out

in the middle of talking
to Saint Michael.

That means a lot to me, because
I think that's her showing me

that she's ready to move on.

I'm feeling pretty
good about how it went.

Clearly, she still carries
a lot of emotion for it,

but hopefully this will bring
the closure that she needs.

And how are you?

Are you OK?

I think I'm OK just
because I saw it.

Right.

Like, I saw her
take the invitation.

I think that means a lot.

Yeah.

Like, a lot.

I think I'll be able to move on
really well making adult steps,

like going to college
and getting a degree

and setting myself
up with a career.

I think it'll be easier for
me because I know that--

I know it's time for
me to become an adult.

My son, Evan,
has nightmares.

He has very vivid dreams.

His past memories are
still affecting his life.

Will my son ever be able
to put the past behind him

and move on?

There is a therapist that's
going to be coming to speak

to Evan to try to help him deal
with his problems, his fears

and anxieties and
his nightmares.

I'm looking forward to it.

I really hope she can help him.

I'm Michelle Rubin.

I am a psychotherapist,
which is a talk therapist.

People come and talk to me
about all kinds of issues

in their lives, but
I have a specialty

both in grief and loss
and in spirituality.

And I'm here in
Springfield, Missouri,

to meet with Evan and his mom--

Nice to meet you.
- Hi, Evan.

Nice to meet you, Michelle.
- Hi, Evan.

So nice to meet you.

because he has memories,
since he was a little boy,

of being a Russian
sniper in World War II,

and this has caused
him a lot of stress.

So I'm curious to work
with him and find out

how this is affecting
his life today

and see what we can do
to help him move forward

and feel more at
peace with this.

You know, I want to
sort of turn it to you.

We've spoken on the phone.

Yeah.

I've got some of
the base information

that you happened to come
into this life remembering

your past life.

Yeah, it is pretty freaky.

I'm not going to lie.

I've lived with
it my whole life.

And you know, once I figured
out what all this actually was,

I thought, oh, OK,
so I'm not crazy.

And then the next problem
became, well, now that we know,

who can I tell?

And for that matter, who
can I tell and trust?

So you've done a lot of, it
seems like, soul-searching.

Yeah.

How is this
impacting your life right now?

Right now, I
still have those dreams

and stuff like that
still does go on.

So it's not completely gone?

No, no, no.

By no means is it,
like, just wiped away.

If you think of me
as, like, a room,

there's that little dark
spider in the corner.

He used to consume
the whole room,

but somebody came along and put
him in a little tiny corner.

So it's still kind of there.

But every now and then,
it'll spin its web down

and try and eat at you.

So it doesn't bother
you all the time,

but it's kind of
just lurking there.

Yeah.
- It could show up.

You don't know when, maybe.

Lurking--
that's a perfect word.

Lurking, OK.
- Yeah.

So one thing we haven't
hit on is this idea

that you've, somewhere along
the line, gotten a diagnosis.

Is that right?

He was told by a counselor
that he had symptoms of PTSD.

They suggested that he
go to a psychiatrist.

But we aren't in that
vein of give him a pill,

it'll be better.

And that's what I was
afraid that would happen,

is they'd just give him some
kind of medication instead

of getting to the
root of the problem.

Because I don't think
many psychiatrists

would say, oh, yeah, let's
check out this past life thing.

So now I'll throw in one
of the, I was going to say,

the philosophies that
has sort of come out--

Yeah.

that I've heard
myself and I've read.

It's sort of the idea that our
soul needs to keep coming back

to experience every angle.

Some you're the victim and
some you're the perpetrator.

Some you're madly in
love, some you're alone.

And really, you
have to, like, come

into many, many, many
different lifetimes

to gather all of that knowledge.

It's not that someone is
evil and someone's good.

You're not going to
be judged for the life

that you killed people in war.

And even if you
were good at it, it

doesn't mean you were
a bad spirit or soul.

That was just that one
lesson in that one life.

Does that make--

So it's not really
a personal thing?

It's just a thing
that happened to me.

Exactly.
Yeah.

Is there anything else you'd
want to share that we haven't

covered--
Well--

today?

- I've always wondered,
will the dreams ever just stop

one day and just be like, poof,
and I don't still have to ever

worry about that again?

Or is that all that's
going to be there?

I think the more work
you do on it to clear it,

almost like a clearing, you
could probably access it

if you wanted to for
different reasons,

but I think that it wouldn't
be coming to you when you don't

want it to.

So what you're saying
is, it could keep going?

Yeah, it could keep
going downhill.

Well, that's good.
That's good to note.

But for today, I don't
know how you felt about it,

but it was a pleasure
for me to meet you,

and for you to
share all of this.

Thank you.

And I look forward to
continuing our work together.

Well, thank you very
much, and I really appreciate

meeting you too, Michelle.
And that was--

Yes, thank you.
Yeah.

It really helps a lot, you know.

And I'm sure all that
advice will help,

and I'll probably
learn a thing or two.

Well, thank you very much.
Appreciate it.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I don't think Evan's
past life in Russia

as a sniper is something
he has to get over, per se.

I've given him some resources.

I gave him a couple
books and some CDs

and even a worksheet that goes
with the CDs that will really

help him get more knowledge
about the subject,

so that he can look at it from
the big picture perspective

and not be so focused on the
specific things that happened

in this one lifetime for him.

I'm excited for him as he's
going to get better and move

forward.

I was able to get
a good sense of direction

with where I should go
in my life from here.

I'm very glad that I was able
to have that talk with Michelle

and that it'll help me
be able to move forward.

I thought it went really well.

Evan got a chance to talk about
a lot of things that's been

on his mind for many years.

So I think there's
progress already.

Come on, baby.

In the next few
years, I'm not sure

exactly where I see myself.

But I'm sure, wherever
I go or whatever I do,

I see myself in a much
more positive light,

and I definitely feel like
this knowledge will benefit me.

I love Evan
with all my heart.

He's my only son.

Love him dearly.

We've always been close.

I want the world for Evan.

I want him to have the joyous
life he was put here to have.

I want him to be a whole person
and living in the present, now.