I feel very strongly about the subject of past lives. I strongly believe that when we die we don't really die. Our souls go into another body, and we begin again. I believe we have many lessons to learn. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt of a past life which has strongly influenced this life and the karma I've had to experience from that lifetime.
I grew up in Westchester, a suburb of Los Angeles. I used to get dejavu feelings in the home I grew up in all the time-particularly in the bathroom and the bathroom doorway. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God gave me the knowledge of that past lifetime in order to give me a "jumpstart" on my life and my karma recovery. When I was young, a teenager, I knew what my soul's name was in that past life. I knew I was a beautiful girl with long luxuries hair, and I used my beauty to my benefit. I also knew that I hurt a lot of guys in the process. I knew I was selfish and benefited monotarily because of my beauty. Whenever I would pass Inglewood High School, I would get Dejavu feelings. As long as I lived in that house I was miserable and unhappy. I was bullied and made fun of all through elementary, junior high and high school. When I was 18, our family moved 1 1/2 hours away, and my life changed for the better.
I've always had a lot of guilt about money (especially when I was younger) and for many years had overspending issues. I have always known that the guilt came from that lifetime. Now in this lifetime, I have struggled with money issues and issues with my hair not growing and always falling out. I work hard in this lifetime to learn my lessons and to "work off" the karma from that past lifetime. I want to make my next lifetime easier with these lessons having been learned. God gave me my psychic gifts and my ability to heal. For that, I am grateful.
January 13, 2010-Update -I looked up Inglewood High School, and I discovered it was built in 1888. It all makes sense to me now. I feel so much more strongly then ever before that I was a student at Inglewood High School. I know I was very beautiful, very popular and a bully in school and now it is becoming more and more clear to me that I am successfully working through that karma that I brought into this lifetime. I only wish I could remember her name, so I could look her up. I also called the L.A. County Assessors Office and discovered that records for who purchased the home I grew up in doesn't go past 1977; however, they do have archives. I will be contacting them next week.