My family in front of the house I grew up in. My mom in the backyard with my younger brother.

This is my true story of reincarnation, past life memories and how a past life effected my current lifetime. I was born in Southern California, and  when I was six years old, our family moved into a house by the Los Angeles airport. The street was called Fleetwing Avenue. From the moment I walked into that house, I had déjà vu feelings in different areas of the house many times a day. The most significant area of the house where I felt those déjà vu feelings was in the bathroom door way and in front of of the mirror at the bathroom sink. These were my private feelings and  memories that I never shared with my family or anyone as a child. I knew without a doubt that this woman in the mirror was me before I was born. She was who I was in a previous lifetime.

At the time, I knew her name, and I knew when she died. I  have a vivid memory of seeing her grave stone when she died. Though I don’t remember her name now, how she died or what was on the grave stone, I still remember her. She was a beautiful woman with gorgeous long brown hair. She had a very special brush that she used to brush her hair. It was as if she was talking to me through the mirror. I felt like she lived in the house or at least on the land in a previous lifetime, and she would brush her hair in that same spot. I remember when our family drove past Inglewood high school, I felt those déjà vu feelings. I felt like  if I went inside that school, I would know where everything was. It felt very familiar to me.  My only wish is that I had expressed it to my family; however, I am not so sure that they would have been receptive to what I  would have told them. It was my secret, and my secret to keep sacred. It was not until I got older that I could share it. I never, however, shared it with my family until today. Due to writing this blog,  I decided to call one of my brothers, and and tell him about the girl in the mirror. He listened, but he let me know that he did not believe in reincarnations.

My growing up years were not the best. I became very withdrawn, and I did not socialize too much with the kids in school. As a result, I was made fun of and bullied all through my school years. To protect myself, I kept to myself.  I suppressed ME. It was  as if the woman in the mirror knew what I was going through, and shewas consoling me. As young as I was, I knew it was a previous lifetime, and that in that  previous lifetime I used my beauty to get what I wanted from men, and I used men for my own needs. When I was 18, our family moved out of that house due to the airport buying out all the houses in the area. The area was deemed too dangerous due to the flight pattern of the planes going so low over our houses. Today it is a Hertz. parking lot. I used to draw faces all the time on every piece of paper I could find. I know now that I was trying to find myself, not only the me in this lifetime, but the memories of that past lifetime. 

We then moved an hour and a half away to Orange County California. From the moment we moved, I felt for the first time life flowing through me. I literally came alive. I felt lighter and freer, and it was as if I bloomed like a flower. . This is when I began truly living my life and discovering ME. Not long after that, I discovered my psychic abilities. I like to think that God gave me the gift of my psychic abilities, but perhaps the woman in the mirror that my soul was attached to in that previous lifetime gave my psychic abilities. As time went on, I became a professional psychic with an emphasis on love and relationships, and karmic ties. 

It has been a struggle at times with not “feeling” my beauty and my worthiness; however, I know from the depths of my soul that God had me reborn into the body I have today to live the lessons that I did not learn in that past life. I feel that is why I feel that I was gifted my psychic abilities. I have always focused on love and relationships, because that has always felt like my calling. I am fully aware that I am here in this lifetime to clean up my karmic “mess” that I made in my prior lifetime. I am also aware that when it is time for me to pass that my soul will leave my body, and go into another body. I have asked for my first love (who passed a long time ago) to meet me at the gates of heaven. Although I have asked for it in this lifetime, I have also asked to feel more loved, wanted and cherished in my next lifetime.  Oh, and I have also asked for more “beautiful” hair in my next lifetime. I am learning and growing each day  from the karmic lessons that I have had to live in this lifetime. 

I did some research, and I learned that Inglewood High was built in 1905. We moved into our house in 1957. when I was 6 years old.  The house was built in 1948. I was told that there was a teenage girl that lived in the house before we moved in, but that’s all i know. She may have nothing to do with those memories. I went to Westchester High School in Playa Del Rey, and it was built in 1957. My guess is that in that lifetime I might have lived in the early 1900’s, and maybe on the land where my house was. 

Today, I am a long ways away from that suppressed life in my early years. I live in Florida in a clothing optional resort, and I am loving my life here.