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She said you died when we were twins.

My son had memories that only his Uncle John

could have known.

He takes off running and stops at this tombstone and says,

this woman died in a bad car wreck.

You know.

You remember.

The bad men came on the horses, and we

had to climb onto the roof to get away.

Then he said, do you see that man?

That's the man who shot my uncle John.

Then he said, mom, it's me.

Someone falling off a roof and dying,

it was just something I couldn't comprehend.

I just didn't know what to do.

I just couldn't grasp why she was thinking about death.

I'm just hoping it's not too late.

Is she remembering a past life?

My name is Morgan.

My son, Brayden, is seven.

And we live in Harrisburg, Arkansas.

Harrisburg is just a small, little town.

There's two restaurants, five or six churches.

It's old-fashioned, good community.

I was 17 years old when I found out I was pregnant

with Brayden, my son.

I was scared, but I had my family to support me.

My grandma said from the start, it's going to be a boy.

And I said, well, Grandma, we don't know that yet.

And she went to every doctor's appointment with me.

When I was five months pregnant, they told me

that I was having a girl.

And my grandma was like, nope.

She's having a boy.

And I'm like, OK, Grandma.

Well the next month, we went, and they

said that it was a boy.

And that's what he was, a boy.

When I got home with Brayden, he would scream

at the top of his lungs, crying all the time,

like something was wrong, which we thought

something was wrong with Brayden until we took him

to the doctor.

But there was nothing wrong with him.

It was very emotional for me because he'd cry with me,

but every time I'd put him in my grandma's arms he stopped

crying.

My grandmother and Brayden's connection was just automatic.

They just bonded instantly.

My name is Nancy, and I'm Brayden's great grandmother.

When Morgan had Brayden, it made me the happiest person

in the world.

He just stayed with me all the time.

He didn't want to go home, and we just

have this special connection.

A couple years later, he started to have the bad dreams.

My name is Cary, and I'm Brayden's uncle.

Brayden, he would get to screaming and hollering

so loud.

It would even to scare me.

And, you know, I'm not the type of person that you can scare.

Most of the time it happened at my grandmother's.

We'd wake up and hear a noise, and it'd be Brayden,

walking around with his eyes closed but knew where he was

going.

Brayden's sleepwalking was scary to us

because we didn't know what was really going on.

He would, like, walk over to the corner of the living room,

maybe walk into the kitchen.

That's when I would holler at him, and he would wake up.

The only other person in our family who would do that

would be his Uncle John.

John was really bad about walking in his sleep.

If you got woke up at any time during the night, it was John.

And he was walking around.

When Brayden was little, someone close to the family

had died.

So we went to the cemetery as a family to pay our respects.

Brayden had never been there before.

And he takes off running across the cemetery and stops

at this tombstone and says, bless this woman's heart.

Bless her soul.

And I said, son, what are you talking about?

And he said, this woman died in a bad car wreck.

And I said, son, how do you know that?

And he said, Mama, I see circles around people's grave.

My grandmother is from Fisher, Arkansas.

And that was her friend, and she had died, like,

20 years earlier of a car wreck.

And I thought, how does he know these things?

And then he kept doing it.

He went up to at least between 10 and 15 graves.

And he'd tell them who was in the grave and how they died.

I couldn't believe what happened next.

My name is Brenda.

My daughter's name is Mikayla, and she's 11 years old.

We live in Newcastle in Australia.

We have some of the best beaches in the world.

You get a lot of tourists there, do a lot of surfing.

It's a city, but it's like a big country town.

Everyone's really laid back, and people are

really friendly and easygoing.

It's a great place to live.

I had a really good pregnancy with Mikayla.

She was my third child, so it went really fast.

Everybody used to ask, oh, are you going for the boy?

Because we already had two girls.

And I was like, no.

I'm quite happy to have another girl.

And I knew she would be a girl.

I was elated when I held Mikayla in my arms.

She was really different to my other daughters.

She was blonde.

And my other daughters were dark-haired.

She had big, blue eyes.

And she was just like a little angel.

I thought Mikayla was quite advanced as a toddler.

She was 8 and 1/2 months old when she walked,

and she was speaking.

And by the time she was one, you could have a conversation

with her.

That surprised me.

My name is Robert, and Mikayla is my daughter.

She was beautiful when she was born.

All my girls were, but Mikayla was a little bit

different to the others.

And she did speak a lot more than the other girls,

and words that at times were a little astounding to me

that-- well, where did she hear that,

like words that were unusual for a kid of her age to come up

with?

Mikayla was a real character.

She used to love to dress up.

She loved big gowns.

And I remember one day we went to a vintage shop,

and she saw this dress.

And I thought it was hideous.

It was an old dress with the big puffy sleeves.

And she really wanted to get it.

And it was only $5, so I bought it for her.

She loved it.

She used to wear it everywhere.

From the age of 2 and 1/2, Mikayla became very clingy

and didn't want to let me out of her sight.

She was quite happy to play with herself if she could hear me

in the house somewhere.

If she couldn't hear me, she would come looking for me.

There were times when I just kind of wanted a little room.

And when Rob would come home, I would say to him, OK,

I'm just going to go out for a couple of hours.

You stay with the kids.

And she was just, at her dad, where's mom?

Where's mom gone?

Why isn't she back yet?

When is she coming back?

She became quite emotional.

Mikayla's clinginess did affect us to a certain degree.

Because, at times, you know, I, being the father,

I just wanted the girls to come out with me

and give mom a break.

And it didn't always happen that way.

If mom left the house, she would just get upset.

I think it was at that point that I became a little bit

frustrated with it all.

I just couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with her.

Also, she started to want to sleep in my bed

with me, whereas she had slept in her bed prior to that age.

And because her father was working away,

I thought, in order to get a night's sleep,

I will let her sleep in my bed.

Mikayla had these two dolls.

And they went everywhere with her.

If she was in the bed, the two dolls were in the bed.

If we went in the car, the two dolls came in the car.

And they had to have a seatbelt on.

She had lots of other dolls, but these two dolls were special.

They were like little babies for her.

They were her little--

her two little twins.

And she called them her twins.

That was just another thing I thought, oh, we

don't know any twins.

And I wondered how she knew what twins were.

I did find that was a little unusual.

When I was little, I do remember asking Mom

why I wasn't a twin.

And she said, because you weren't born a twin.

You were born by yourself.

And I remember her saying, I always

thought I might have twins, but I didn't have twins.

I never told Mikayla that I had any interest in twins.

I didn't even really remember until Mikayla became

twin-obsessed.

So then things escalated, and Mikayla's behavior went

from cute to really worrying.

A lot of times, Brayden would scream at the top of his lungs

when he was a baby, like something was wrong.

I couldn't get him to stop crying.

But when grandma held him, he'd stop crying.

And it made me feel I wasn't doing the right thing

as a parent.

And Brayden had a sleepwalking problem.

I couldn't believe what happened next.

He just ran up to Uncle John's grave, fell to his knees,

and started crying.

Brayden has never been to his Uncle John's grave.

So how could he just run straight to that grave

when there's hundreds?

He ran straight to it.

And was like, this is where his body is but not his soul,

Mommy.

And he said, I dream about him every night.

I feel like I'm him in my dreams.

I said, son, you didn't even know your Uncle John.

When I told him that, he just went crazy, hysterical on me.

Yes, I did.

Yes, I did.

I was there.

I was there the night he got killed.

Nobody had ever, ever spoke a word of Uncle John,

his death, or anything to Brayden.

Brayden was not alive when his Uncle John was killed.

That's what made it so strange when Brayden started

saying unusual things.

John was killed by a gunshot wound to the chest.

It took an hour and a half for the police

to get a hold of my grandmother.

And we had to follow the AirVac to Memphis, Tennessee.

But before we could get there, the police stopped us.

And they told us to turn around and go back

to Jonesboro, Arkansas.

Well, we thought he was going to be OK, but he was already gone.

I was very close to my Uncle John.

I loved him with all my heart.

I thought of him like a father figure.

My grandma was never right after that.

I didn't know that anybody could feel so much pain.

And then one day me and Brayden

we were just sitting outside talking.

Brayden, he said, Mom.

My other two children call me Mama.

John called me Mom.

Brayden reached his little hand up and put it on my jaw.

And he said, Mom, it's me.

John would always put his hands on my face like that, always.

It was not Brayden's voice.

I broke down.

And then one day another thing happened.

Brayden said, don't you remember when I burnt my leg when

I had that motorcycle accident?

I said, Brayden, what are you talking about?

He said, you don't remember?

Me and you got on the moped and rode around the block.

When we come around that block, you didn't make the turn.

You ran into the pine trees.

And I jumped off the back.

Uncle John had a motorcycle accident

and burned the side of his leg, not Brayden.

How did he know that?

I don't know.

He will swear up and down that he

was on the back of that moped.

A week later, me and my grandma

was lying on the bed with him.

And he fell in between the bed and the wall.

And I said, oops, you get a boo-boo now, don't you, son?

And he said, Uncle John got a boo-boo.

Momma, he was murdered.

He was shot in the back.

He didn't even know it was coming.

That did not make sense.

They went through trial saying that he was shot in the front.

The guy that shot him got off with self-defense.

First of all, it's just impossible.

Why would Brayden be saying he was shot in the back?

My daughter, Mikayla, would become

really stressed and anxious if I wasn't around.

She also had this peculiar way of playing with two dolls

and calling them the twins.

At first I thought it was cute, but after a while

it started to become an obsession.

It was just like, for god's sake, get rid of the dolls,

but it just wouldn't happen.

That was only the beginning.

Then another thing happened.

She would just be happily playing.

And then all of a sudden she would start to get upset,

and she would start to become very emotional,

just out of the blue.

And she would start crying.

Nothing had happened.

There was no reason for it.

She would just get more and more emotional

until she was hysterically crying.

Clinging on to me, she would say,

Mommy, Mommy, I don't want you to die.

I didn't know why she was saying it.

This started to happen all the time.

And I would just hug her and cuddle her,

and I would say, I'm not going to die, Mikayla.

I'm not going to die.

And I would just continue to hug her.

And she was just hysterical.

Mikayla wasn't an attention-seeker,

where she would fake an injury and start crying,

or fall over and hurt herself a little bit and cry about it.

She wasn't like that at all.

She was a tough little cookie

When she cried the way that she did, saying,

Mommy, I don't want you to die, I became stressed.

I became worried.

How does she know about death?

I just-- I just couldn't grasp why

she was thinking about death or why

she was talking about death.

She wasn't exposed to any violence on TV or anywhere

else.

We hadn't had any deaths in the family, so I was just confused.

When she said that, I was a little bit concerned.

I thought, what do you mean your mother would die?

I found that a little disturbing.

When she had one of these episodes,

it went on for at least 45 minutes to an hour

until she was able to let go of me and go on with her day.

It was heartbreaking to not know what to say.

And, of course, in the back of your mind, you're thinking,

god, I hope I don't die.

I hope I don't get some horrible disease and die.

I don't know why this child is thinking that I'm going to die,

but all I can do is tell her that I'm not going to die.

The rest of the day she would be fine.

After a while, I sort of knew when it was going to happen.

She would be playing, and you could almost see her stop.

And it was like you could see her start to think,

and then she would start crying and say the same thing again.

Mommy, Mommy, I don't want you to die.

I didn't really ask anybody for advice.

I just kind of kept it to myself because I was concerned.

I really didn't know if Mikayla had some sort of mental issue.

I thought about consulting a doctor,

but I decided against it because she

was such a happy little girl in every other way,

content, happy, normal child apart from these episodes that

began to happen.

After one of these episodes, I decided

to ask her why she thought I was going to die.

And she told me.

But I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do next.

Our son, Brayden, had trouble sleeping at night,

and I was worried about his sleepwalking.

Then he did something that really shocked us.

Brayden said that Uncle John was shot in the back.

And he said, he was murdered.

He was shot in the back.

He didn't even know it was coming.

I couldn't believe it, because we

was very cautious about talking about Uncle John's

death in front of Brayden.

The things he was telling us and what the police said

and the police report said was totally different.

During the investigation, they said that Uncle John was shot

in the chest from the front.

But Brayden said the guy went towards him

and stuck the gun to his back and shot him.

How could he possibly know that?

Everybody in my family would tell me these things.

And I would just laugh it off until Brayden

comes up and says, Uncle Cary, do you remember the time

that we had the cooler full of tadpoles?

I said, I don't remember me and you getting no tadpoles.

He says, yeah, you do.

Remember?

We set them over by the sink in the red and white cooler.

I said, Brayden, we hadn't never done that.

Yes, we have.

You know we have.

You don't remember?

And I got to sitting and thinking.

And I got it.

That was me and John that done that.

But he swore up and down he was there.

But that's one story he had never had knowledge of.

Things got really scary when Brayden

started having detailed dreams about Uncle John's murder.

And I didn't know how to answer to it, or what to do about it,

or how to react to it.

Brayden said, Mommy, the night my Uncle John died,

he $5 and some change in his pocket.

And he had a billfold.

And it had his name on it in black magic marker.

I didn't even know that until I asked my grandma.

It was all true.

He said, I can show you the house Uncle John was killed in.

We went down the road, and he pointed that house out

to us and everything.

He said, there's the house, but it was yellow,

which it was.

That's when I started to think,

could my son be experiencing a past life?

I believe that John came back as Brayden.

I know Brayden is my brother beyond the shadow of a doubt.

There was just too many things going on that none of us

could understand.

I am Southern Baptist.

I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ.

They don't teach you about reincarnation in Sunday school

or in church.

I thought past lives were crazy until I had my son.

And I know it's not crazy now, and there is such a thing.

I ask questions to myself.

My grandma did, too.

Is the killer still out there?

He got me wondering if there is more to this story

than we really know.

My daughter, Mikayla, had become obsessed with these two

dolls that she called the twins.

She would have anxiety if she was apart from me

and eventually became convinced that I was going to die.

One day when Mikayla was three years old and she was crying,

and clinging, on to me, and saying the same thing, Mommy,

I don't want you to die, I just said to her, Mikayla,

why do you think I'm going to die?

Why?

She stopped crying, and she looked at me.

And she said, because you died when we were twins.

And I was totally shocked.

I was like, when we were twins?

When were we twins?

And she said, you know.

You remember, when we were twins, when we were two twins.

And we lived in a big, white house.

And the bad men came on the horses.

And we had to climb onto the roof to get away.

And you fell off and died.

Don't you remember?

She said, don't you remember?

The first time she mentioned it to me, it was gut-wrenching.

Thinking of death and someone falling off a roof and dying,

it was just something I couldn't comprehend.

And I was seriously starting to worry about it all.

I wanted to ask her more.

Then I thought, OK, this is the time to prod a little bit more.

So I said to her, what happened?

She just said the same thing.

The bad men came on the horses.

Then we had to climb on the roof to hide from them,

and you fell off and died.

I asked her, what did we wear?

And she said, we wore long, white dresses

with puffy sleeves.

I asked her about the house, and she

said it had stairs at the front and a veranda at the top.

And there was something in the back of the house where

we could get onto the roof.

And we were to get on the roof if the bad men came.

At that point, all sorts of things

were going through my mind.

I thought, wow, what is she talking about?

She's three years old, only just three years old.

She can't possibly make this up.

I started to wonder, is she remembering a past life?

I had never really thought too much about reincarnation.

I thought it was an interesting subject.

But I'd never had any reason to look into it

or think about it too much until Mikayla said what she said.

I am a skeptic to many things like that.

I never believed in the ghosts and those sort of things

either.

I never had an opportunity to even see something like that.

I've heard people have, but myself, never.

Reincarnation, that's just something I have no idea about.

I had never really looked into it.

I wasn't sure if this was reincarnation.

All I knew was that I wanted my daughter

to stop being afraid and scared that I was going to die.

I just didn't know what to do.

My daughter, Mikayla, believes that her and I

were twins in a past life.

She said that bad men came on the horses,

that we climbed on the roof, and I fell to my death.

I really wanted to see if there was something out there that

matched with Mikayla's memories, so I began to do some research.

I was thinking maybe this was like the wild, wild west

that she was talking about.

You know, I was picturing bad men on horses.

She said the land was dry, barren.

But when I really started to think about it a bit more,

I thought maybe she's talking about Australia.

Mikayla had told me that, in this life,

we sold things from the big white house.

And I started to think that maybe it was a type of inn.

Because Australia is so big, back in the 1800s,

there was a few of these little inns where people would stop

over.

And they would stay overnight, or have

a meal, water the horses, and things like that.

And I began to think maybe Mikayla was talking

about something like this.

I kept doing the research.

I couldn't believe what I found next.

My son, Brayden, had memories that only his Uncle John could

have known.

Uncle John was murdered seven years before Brayden

was even born.

At the age of five, Brayden started having dreams

about what happened the night of the murder.

I went and got the box that the police had given

us of John's stuff the night he died.

I found his clothes.

And when I look at the shirt, I noticed the front of it.

It was just all blowed it out, just like explosion, blasted.

I mean, it was just shredded.

And I got to thinking, why is it shredded like that if he was

shot in the front?

And that's when I turned the shirt over.

And I got to looking for the hole and I found it.

It was about as big as my pinky.

And it had-- it looked like somebody had drawed

a perfect black mark around it.

That's how close the gun was stuck to him.

If he had been further back, any at all,

that gun powder would have--

Brayden said that John was shot in the back.

There's no doubt in my mind.

Brayden knew what he was talking about.

He was there.

And then something else happened.

Brayden was with his aunt at a farm

where this man was working.

Brayden, as soon as he saw him, he

said, Auntie, Auntie, Auntie, come here.

And She thought something was wrong with him.

She said, what is it, Brayden?

What's wrong?

And he got behind her and said, you see that man over there?

That's the man who shot me.

But the man they arrested wasn't the man that Brayden described.

Did they arrest the wrong person?

That's when we were convinced that the story the authorities

told us was not true.

We started to wonder if we could get the case reopened.

So we decided to give all of the information Brayden gave us

to the authorities.

But we haven't had a response yet.

We all want justice for the man that lives in our hearts.

But even if we can't get the case reopened,

I need to find a way to find peace for my son.

But I just hope it ain't too late.

We've come to believe that my 7-year-old son was my Uncle

John in his past life.

We couldn't believe it when the man that Brayden described

as the killer was not the man that was arrested for my Uncle

John's murder.

It's been a rocky road for all of us

with Brayden, very emotional.

My name is Brayden, and I'm seven years old.

I'm in the 2nd grade.

Uncle John died across from a church

where the high school is.

And he died in yellow house.

I sleepwalk like John.

I act bad like John.

And how I know this is my dreams.

John can go through me.

I don't feel like him.

But when he goes through me and stays in me,

I feel like a ghost.

I feel like that John came back in Brayden

to let me know the story of what happened

the night of his murder.

We're going to go to the cemetery

as a memorial to try to get peace with Uncle John and peace

with Brayden.

And we're going to go as a family.

I want Brayden to be able to say goodbye, and let go,

and maybe he could find peace.

That's John's grave.

Right there?

Yes.

You all right, son?

Yeah.

God sent John back inside of you.

For what reason?

So he can tell me so I can tell Granny that he loves her

and he misses her.

Just all kind of stuff?

And I thank you so much.

Brayden is the most wonderful gift that this family has ever

received.

He says he misses going fishing with you.

He misses spending time with you.

I miss going fishing with him, too, Brayden.

I love that boy so much it ain't funny.

And I live for my family.

I love you, son.

I love you.

Now, Brayden understands that the past is the past,

and we don't have to hang on to it anymore.

But he could be a seven-year-old normal boy.

Patience is a virtue, son.

I believe he's going to let go of the past life.

That's very comforting for me.

I believe with all my heart that he's

starting to become Brayden.

Swing it hard and let it go.

My daughter, Mikayla, believes that her and I were twins

in a past life.

She said that we climbed on the roof and I fell to my death.

When Mikayla was a little older, we

went through lots of different images.

There was a house where she said, yes, it was very, very

similar to that.

And it was like an inn.

And we went through some clothing,

and she picked out a few pictures.

And they were from the 1850s.

And the little girls had like a very plain, calico-type dress

and the bonnets.

And she said, that's it.

That's what we wore, that kind of thing.

So I felt like I had narrowed it down.

I felt like it was around the 1850s.

And we were getting close to something.

So I started researching Australian history

in the 1850s.

I came across bushrangers.

Bushrangers were Australian outlaws.

They would go around and rob people.

And some were a bit like Robin Hood.

But there were also really bad bushrangers

that didn't care who they hurt or who they stole from.

I began to think that bushrangers

could be responsible for what happened

to us in our past life.

I ended up contacting a historian.

And I gave him all the information

from what Mikayla had said.

One of the problems is that so many of these sort of incidents

happened with bushrangers in Australia in that era

that there was no documentation.

We might never find out who we were in that life.

But the more research I do, the more I believe Mikayla.

I feel like it's OK.

I've come to terms with it.

I know my daughter had a past life memory.

Basically, after Mikayla got her memory out and was

able to articulate it in the best way that she could

as a 3-year-old, things became a lot better for her.

Once she was able to talk about it without the tears

and the emotion, it was a turning point for her.

It was a definite turning point.

Eventually it just started to fade away.

But I felt a lot more relieved, and I think her mother did,

too.

Mikayla still has some residual emotions about it.

She still has that little bit of fear,

I think, in the back of her mind that I might go away someday

and not come back.

If she could get over that hurdle,

I think her life would be a lot easier.

I want my daughter to live a good life without this fear.

I just hope it's not too late.

My daughter, Mikayla, remembers a past life where she and I

were twin sisters.

She told me that bad men came on horses,

we climbed onto the roof, and I fell off

and died trying to get away.

The more research I do, the more I believe Mikayla.

My name is Mikayla, and I'm 11 years old.

I'm in fifth grade.

And I like doing athletics, art, and sport.

I remember from my past life that me and my mom were twins.

And some bad guys came.

Me and my mom climbed onto the roof.

And my mom fell off the roof and died.

When my mom goes away, I don't want her

to because I feel like she won't come back.

I don't want to feel sad and scared when she leaves.

I hope this hasn't had an emotional scar on her later

down the track.

I just want her to be a normal child.

My hopes for my daughter are that she just has a great life.

I just want her to have great experiences

and be able to live her life without fear, without fear

that she's going to lose the people that she loves.

I plan on having a heart-to-heart with Mikayla

and letting her know that I'm never going to leave her.

Even when I die, I will be with her again.

She's never going to lose me, and I'm never

going to lose her.

I've got these little necklaces.

I've got one for me and one for Mikayla.

It's a symbol of our connection.

I want her to feel comforted by the necklace.

And when we're apart, it will remind her

that we're so connected and she doesn't have to worry.

So I brought you down here today just

to have a little talk with you.

Because I know that you still have some fears and worries

that I could die and we might get separated because of what

happened in your past life.

So I have something really special

that I want to give you, and they're very special necklaces.

They're exactly the same, one for you and one for me.

And so if you're not with me sometime

and you start to get worried about it,

I want you to read the inscription on the necklace.

So the inscription says, mothers and daughters never truly part,

bound together in each other's heart.

And that's kind of like us.

It represents you and me, because we're bound together

in each other's heart.

And we've been in our lives before.

And we're together in this life, so I'm

sure that we're going to be together again.

I love you.

I love you, too.

So how do you feel about that?

Safe.

It makes you feel safe?

Like I said, we have been together before,

and we will be together again-- wont we-- always.

When my mom's gone, I can touch the necklace.

And it will remind me of me and my mom.

I'm happy my mom is my mom in this life.

I feel pretty good and relieved.

I think it went really good.

I think that, you know, something like that

would mean a lot to Mikayla.

And if there's ever a time when I'm not with her

and she starts to have that fear,

I hope that she will look at it and that it will help her.

I think it's a step forward for Mikayla.

If Mikayla is happy, I'm happy.

So if she can let go of those fears

and move on with her life, that makes me feel great.

It's a step forward for all of us.

What I've learned from this is that I just believe that there

is life after death.

And I believe that we have been together before

and we will be together again.

And I'm not afraid of death anymore.

It doesn't scare me.

Of course, I'm scared that--

you know, I don't want anything to happen to my children

or anything like that.

But I do believe that we have a connection,

and we will be together always.

I think we're here to learn different lessons,

and maybe there's something I can teach her in this life.

And there's definitely things I can learn from her

in this life, and I already have learned so much from her.