I’ve wanted to share this story so many times, but now feels like the right moment. Some truths take years to fully understand, to find the words that do them justice. From a heart that remembers—like a French rose pressed between the pages of time—to yours, I offer this glimpse into a journey that began long before this lifetime.

When I was 14, around the time I was becoming a confirmed Catholic, I had a vision of a past life. Not a dream, not a fleeting thought—an undeniable memory. I saw myself standing before a crowd, their faces twisted with fear, hate, and misunderstanding. Then came the sword to the back of my neck. I was a good person, yet they did this to a good person. The injustice, the pain—it was too real.

That vision changed me. I was supposed to perform in a talent show, something I had never shied away from before. I had played Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. I had sung with confidence throughout my childhood. But after this vision, I called off. Not because I was sick, but because something deep within me recoiled at the idea of standing in front of people. It wasn’t stage fright. It was something ancient.

But fate had a way of making me face it.

On my last day as a student, at graduation—a day when speeches were expected, not performances—the teacher who was doing my 8th grade graduation speech unexpectedly asked me to sing. No one else. Just me. It was unusual. A final test, perhaps. And in that moment, I stayed present. I overcame the fear just long enough to do it. But even as I sang, I felt the weight of something unfinished. The fear lingered, buried beneath the surface, waiting for me to fully understand. I was relieved when the applause hit my ears.

Years later, I researched the name of the person I had remembered being. Her personality, her family, the dynamics of her life—it was too aligned to dismiss. It was me. But what do you do with a truth like that? I tried to ignore it, focus on the present, move forward.

Then, over 20 years later, I went to France.

The moment I arrived in the Loire Valley, I knew I had been there before. One particular staircase pulled me in. Later, I found out it was built from a Leonardo da Vinci drawing—a double-helix design, mirroring DNA strands centuries before they were discovered. And then I learned something even more startling: da Vinci and the person I remembered being had lived in the same part of France at the same time. She was just a young lady then.

I asked for a sign. If this is real, let me see something clear from da Vinci himself.

The weekend after I returned from France, I came across a video analyzing one of his paintings. This was a suggested video from 4bidden knowledge, I didn’t even search for it, Hidden within it was an encoded da Vinci sketch over a figure’s head—a symbol of reincarnation from Egypt. The figure? The video narrator Robert Edward Grant, a cryptologist, speculated it was the person I remembered being- which are two people the world never connected in any history lesson I’ve ever attended. The suggestion? This soul had returned again and again, like Christ. The same code, but the opposite Egyptian eye is also over the head of Jesus in The Last Supper, suggesting they are the same soul. Robert Edward Grant called her « The Bullet », and I felt that. Her life was tragic, but she inspired great changes.

In that moment, memories flooded back—not just of my past life, but of teachings, of knowledge I had always carried without knowing why. It put my entire spiritual journey of profound synchronicity in context. (This is post Free Yourself from Grief being published.) This inspired me to delve more into the early teachings of Jesus which confirm he actually taught reincarnation and was an animal activist like myself no less.

Da Vinci understood. He was a Rosicrucian, someone who tracked incarnations, encoding wisdom for those who would come after him. He performed rituals, had visions, and grasped truths that most of the world still ignores. He was awake in a world that sleeps.

And I will always be grateful to him.

Because it takes a unique soul to walk this earth fully aware, to see beyond the illusions, and to dedicate themselves to lifting humanity toward its highest potential.

Some of us remember. Some of us wake up before others. And when we do, we have a choice—turn away in fear, or step forward into the unknown.

I choose to step forward. 🌹