I was born in Charlottesville Virginia at the UVA hospital in 1974, and raised in Lovingston Virginia. My memories take me back as far as 1806 on a slave plantation, it was a confinement unit for holding slaves. I would have conscious flashbacks whenever we passed by this particular open land space. The visions was so powerful I would close my eye's to stop the images. In my visions I could see people running with old tin pales of water to put out the fire of a burning house. Two adults and one child was trapped in the burning house, as one child stood in the midst of all the commotion starring. That child was me...six years of age and I was the cause of three souls perishing on that horrific day in 1806.

 Recalling such an event led me to believe that something has bound me to this life of strife. Being able to recall the curse the woman holding the child engulfed in eternal flames uttered unto that child standing in the midst. Sounds of death screams from being burnt alive still haunts me till this day. Though, in my dreams I'm actually trying to help save them by fetching water from the well. Only out of guilt and sorrow am I trying to redeem my soul. However, the curse she put upon me will never cease. Her last dying words were as follows, " You will live an eternity for the act you have hence done unto others, and their screams of pain you shall carry all the days of your life."

 It was once told to me that there's a plan for me, but if there was a plan why hasn't it been revealed unto me? I was afraid to share this with anyone, something this far fetched...this unreal. Really, who would believe a 4 or 5 year old child speaking of an event that had taken place in the early 1800's? Could you? Would you? Even when I speak of it, I sometimes have to question whether or not it's real. Though, if it wasn't real...why am I recalling the year and the actual event? Why have I become so obsessed with wanting to find out the truth of whether or not an event such as this did occur?

 I've done my own research to support these conscious flashbacks of deja vu, though the furthest I've gotten is narrowing it down to 476 farms or plantations in Lovingston and Nelson County Virginia. Everything my memory is recalling is, that of a specific lot of land. If I had one wish worth wishing, it would be to find a source that has done study on this type of issue that could render my soul some resolve. For, I have lived far to much of this life in Solace for far to long.

 For example: Around about the time these conscious visions started, I too started to do unexplained things. In the visions the child standing in the midst was a fire-starter, he was the cause of the fire that had taken three lives. In 1979 I started a fire by putting an empty egg carton on the eye of the oven, it engulfed in flames and I threw it in the trash can. In a matter of seconds everything in the trash had ignited. The flames scorched the wall and caught the curtains on fire also. My Aunt Lilyan turned around in the nick of time and threw dish water on the blaze, as I stood there watching the fire with amazement. This is why I strongly believe that there is a connection between me and the unidentified entity who has for so long haunted me.

 This is my life's story and true actual events that has taken place. I am not making this up, there's nothing coerced about anything that I've written on this 14th day of September of 2009. This is the second time I've shared this story and until I find the help sought after, I will continue to tell: "My True Life Story."