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    I am a 34 year old white English woman living in New Brunswick Canada. When I was 18 my parents took me on a family trip to Montreal, Quebec. Although I have an incredibly poor sense of direction (up until a few years ago I could still get confused and almost lost in the city I have lived in all my life), when we got on the Metro (subway), before we got to our destination I was giving other tourists directions "You take the green- line to Berri-UQAM, get off and transfer to the yellow line" . I had no idea what UQAM meant-it stands for Universite de Quebec a Montreal. I seemed to be able to find my way around and I did not want to leave when we had to go. I even briefly toyed with the idea of renting a room in a boarding house and staying, even though before this I had no desire to move away from my parents. I felt as if I had walked the streets many times and that I had died being hit by a  car accidentally. I have a vague memory of a big white car like a Studebaker with a front end like cars from the 1950s- I remember headlights, rain, walking under a bridge, screaming brakes and nothing more. To this day I jump out of my skin if a car squeals its tires near me, even though I have never been involved in an accident personally or seen a bad one. The Montreal metro was opened in 1966 and I was born in 1969.
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    Hello, my name is Ron I have recently taken a trip to the place of my home in a past life. I was looking for a specific house, but could not find it. I was looking for a needle in a haystack, but the good news is..... I found the haystack. Let me start from the beginning.
    About 25 years ago, when I was 12 years old, I had a dream about a house. It was by all accounts a normal dream, but the house was so vivid, so specific. I saw the outside of the house, nearly every room and I knew it was northwest of Montreal, off a highway, visible from the highway. I saw my wife and I cried. Her name was Jennifer. I called her Jen. We had a son. His name was Adam. I'm not sure what my name was.
    Over the past 25 years, I've recalled so many things about this life. Our dog was a big black & white English sheep dog named Max. I remember canoing down a small river with my son. He was 9. I heard his voice so clearly. I remember my parents, my grandparents, the style of my grandparents house, where they lived (upstate New York). My grandfather had a library (a den) a leather chair by a fireplace. He liked to read and he liked to go duck hunting. I remember when I was a child (in this past life), traveling up northwest of Montreal to a large rock formation. My mother use to pack a picnic basket. My sister & I would climb up to the top of the rock where there was a small cave-like indenture. I could go on & on, but what I wanted to share with you (and I'm not sure why). I wanted to tell you that I found my past, not any of the specifics, but I found the area where our home may have been. The highways, the mountains, the streams, the air, the sunlight, the language (they speak ,French in Quebec and most know some English as well).
    My mother (in this life) was traveling with us all in our trip to Montreal and she told me "a lot can change in 50 years" Those words of hers were the best thing I've ever heard. She was right and more than that, she had come to accept the past 25 years of my rambling on & on about every little feeling & snipet of memory. It's difficult for me at times to accept it all as well. I've tried to look at everything I've experienced and deeply and truly come up with some other rational explanation. The truth is so hard to accept at times, especially when it goes against everything you've ever known about life. To anyone else, I have to say........believe in yourself.
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    AS A YOUNG CHILD I WOULD TELL  PEOPLE MY NAME WAS ANNE.  I  WAS CONSTANTLY PLANNING A TRIP TO CANADA ALWAYS  TRYING TO FIGURE A WAY TO GET THERE PICTURED A LARGE  STONE BUILDING DREARY GREY BUT  FAMILIAR OVER THE YEARS THIS FADED.  A FEW YEARS AGO AS  A BIRTHDAY GIFT MY BEST FRIEND GAVE ME A GIFT , SHE PRE PAID  FOR ME TO  GO TO A PAST LIFE WORKSHOP. IT WAS THE MOST AMAZING EXPERIENCE AND PIECES JUST FELL TOGETHER  LIKE PIECES OF A PUZZLE. THERE  WERE SEVERAL OF US SO THE  PERSON RUNNING IT  SUGGESTED  WE GO TO  A SHORT BASICALLY UNEVENTFUL LIFETIME. AND I DID .  MY NAME WAS ANNE.  I WAS YOUNG  EARLY TEENS LIVING IN A PLACE  ARCAADIA OR ACADIA (COULDN'T READ OR WRITE AND DON'T THINK I WAS VERY BRIGHT OR EDUCATED) I CAME TO PLAYING IN  A FOREST WITH OTHERS CHILDREN AROUND MY AGE  BUT THEY WEE SHADOWY AND WE WEREN'T REALLY SUPPOSSED TO BE TOGETHER. I SAW THAT I WAS WEARING  A MAN'S OUTFIT AND SUDDENLY NEEDED TO GET "HOME" WAS IN  TROUBLE, NERVOUS BUT NOT AFRAID, I HAD PUT ON MY FATHERS  CLOTHES TO PLAY IN THE FOREST WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MY CHORES. WENT HOME HOPING TO CHANGE INTO MY OWN CLOTHES  BEFORE FATHER'S ARRIVAL.  BUT WAS TOO LATE. HE HAD BEEN GONE FOR  QUITE SOMETIME.  I ENTERED THE  LOG BUILDING  "HOME" MY THREE OUTFITS  HUNG ON  HOOKS  NEAR MY CORNER, FATHER HAD HIS BACK TO THE  DOOR LEANING OVER  SOMETHING HE  HAD UNROLLED ON THE  LARGE WOODEN TABLE  IN MIDDLE OF  ROOM.  THERE  WERE ANIMAL PELTS AND  SKINS  SOME WITH  WRITING ON  THAT  OF COURSE I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND. HE SAID NOTHING BUT I FELT HIS DISAPPROVAL.
    NEXT I AM IN AN  OVERGROWN LITTLE  GARDEN WITH A BROKEN FENCE AROUND IT  VAGUE MEMORIES OF  A WOMAN BRING ME SOME COMFORT.  NEXT  I AM  BEING TAKEN IN A CARRIAGE WITH FATHER SOMEONE  INSISTS ON MARRYING ME AND I FEAR  THE PERSON  FATHER SAYS I DON'T HAVE TO BUT  I MUST GO AWAY QUICKLY TO BE SAFE.  HE TAKES ME TO LARGE GRAY STONE BUILDING VERY FAR FROM  HOME AND LEAVES ME WITH WOMEN WHO ONLY WEAR BLACK  OR WHITE AND TELLS ME HE WILL RETURN FOR ME  WHEN IT IS  SAFE. HE LOVES ME. HE NEVER RETURNS. NOW I AM DRESSED LIKE THE OTHERS IT IS  QUIET IT IS  COLD  IT IS DAMP BUT IT IS PEACEFUL THERE IS A TINY GARDEN SPACE I AM THERE  A LOT I BCOME ILL I DIE AS I DIE  THE OTHER WOMEN ARE AROUND ME  SOME ARE CRYING SOME ARE PRAYING ONE IS ANGRY WITH ME I KNOW HER  OR KNEW HERR IN THIS LIFE I RECOGNIZED SOMETHING IN HER  EYES AS I LEFT MY BODY.  THE MAN WHO WAS MY FATHER IS  THE MAN I  AM NOW MARRIED TO  I KNEW HIS SPIRIT  AS SOON AS I WENT INTO THE  HOME  AND SAW HIM I FELT  A JOY I CANNOT DESCRIBE. I WENT INTO  A LAYERED SPIRAL SOMEONE WAS COMING TO MEET ME I WAS EXCITED THEN I WOKE UP . I FELT  AT PEACE AS THOUGH  A THUSAND QUESTIONS HAD BEEN ANSWERED.
    AS A CHILD  I ALWAYS  TOLD MY MOTHER I WANTED TO BE A NUN, SHE WOULD SAY  "YOU WOULD BE SOME NUN WITH A CUP OF COFFEE IN ONE HAND AND A CIGARETTE IN THE OTHER"  OF COURSE  SEEING AURAS AROUND PLANTS AND PEOPLE AND HAVING  CERTAIN MYSTICAL  EXPERIENCES THAT I SHARED WITH THE VILLAGE PRIESTS WEREN'T MET WITH JOY EITHER AND MY INTEREST IN  OTHER "OCCULT" THINGS FROM EARLY CHILDHOOD  ALSO JADED THE SUBJECT.  I KNOW THIS IS  NOT EXCITING  BUT TO ME IT WAS  AWESOME ( A WORD  PLAGERIZED FROM MY GRANDCHILDREN) WyrdWoman