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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.