Hi, understand that people are skeptic about this but I am gonna try it anyway. When I was young I came to America and when I was in LA, California, Hollywood, Beverly Hills and later in New York I would get flashes of memories. That I so did not understand is what it was at the time. I felt familiar. At home. This did not happen when I visited other cities in the USA. Although I enjoyed them more actually. I did not grow up with Internet. We had only a few Television Channels. I hardly spoke any English, American. It has taken me like 20 years to put the pieces of these flashes to one picture, a story. Many have only been only a few seconds short. They have happened to me when I am awake. Things has also appeared during meditation from this life, especially from the longest romantic relationship she was in, and family life. There were a lot of things that I eventually read ( in old magazines, newspapers because again - we had no Internet yet in the world ) in a US library upon my return several years later, that did not fit into my flashes of memories. I would use that as proof that it was only my imagination. Having lived with these flashes of memories for several years I knew by now that there was something to it. I just did not know what. It was only after having it for so long that I dared to confess it to a friend of mine. I thought for sure that she was going to think I had wild imagination. Instead I was strengthen by this friend regarding this. Unlike me she came from a spiritual family. She began to tell me right away that she had recognized me when we met. That I had the same laugh. The same "style" ( I did not even know I had one ). Much of the same persona. As she was beginning to describe, in detail, my, at the time husband in that pl, I was starting to freak out a little. Because it was true. What she was describing fitted my flashes of memories. She even got a name that my husband ( we double dated ) used to call me by -- correct. That was an "inside name", so to speak. She said it as if it was of no importance when remembering a sentence he had had made. At the time she thought the rest of the sentence was more important, not his name for her. When I read it many years later I was like - there was no way she could have known. She even remembered the same looking car that I remembered that we had, that he drove ( he was in my flashes a very good driver and would in all flashes be the one driving, not me ). So we had the same things showing itself again and again. Working in the same entertainment industry back then she too would swift from working in New York and in Hollywood. She had struggled there for some time. To be fair, my personal reflection about this is that everyone will end up with a life that is either close to fame or brings fame. I think it is to learn something. In my case it was not something she wanted. There are people that wish to be famous, she was not one of them. That love it when people look at them. She did not. It was as if fate, or should I say finance situation and parent that had brought her there at the time. She was shy and insecure behind her cheerful facade. I would see her modeling, holding things, presenting things. I feel that she was discovered because the mix of her looks, being pretty, and being highly sensitive. I feel that she was only a teenager when she started. The modeling thing I think was the opposite of what my spirit had gone through in a past life where I was most likely a mix race and was bullied because of it and had to be careful. So these were 2 opposite situations. Maybe it was to teach me that it was OK when people looked at me. No one was going to do me harm, if they came close enough to see. The real her was someone who yearned to the sea, the lakes, the nature, and pretty much to be left alone without being a product of some sort, of being representative. She also loved animals. When she reached the state, still just a teenager, in her late teens, to date, I could see this starting to happening. I could see her turn down dates because she was so nervous and so shy. I could sense that she was made fun of because of her insecurity. People wanted her to light up. She did not take love lightly. She felt out of place here too. One evening as I was watching, out of boredom, not being anything else on the Television, I saw an actor in a movie that stood out from the rest. Years earlier I had had the same reaction to another actor that I had seen on a postcard in Hollywood. From my flashes of memories they had been romantically involved for a period of time. As turned out the actor in the old movie was someone who had made it big. After I had seen parts of this film I was getting flashes of memories of him too. At the time I thought "This is just ridiculous". It was so obvious to me that this just have to be imagination. In my flashes he was a lot younger and more skinny than he was in the movie. My body was that way too in these flashbacks. It was as if this must have happened several years before she met and fell in love with the postcard-guy that I had seen. (after I realize there had been like 3 years between when one relationship ended with the "skinny" actor to a new one began with the other postcard-actor). Both these men had made it big. I don't think I would have eventually found her true identity otherwise, but even when I was researching to try to find her, doubted that she was ever real, I did not find her, recognize her at the time. I saw things that I simply could not relate to Hollywood. My view of Hollywood, that is. To me dating someone in Hollywood must have meant fancy cars, fancy clothes, fancy places to visit, fancy homes. I got none of that. I got a man (the skinny guy) that I would otherwise have thought must have been a farmer or lived out in the country side. I saw lakes. I saw us spending time in nature. It would take me like 10 - 15 years after these flashes that I found out that few people close to him, and them, at the time, to have explained in new written words that they had dated when they were young for a while ! Before this I could not find her being mention in his life in the story of his life ( but apparently he was a hopeless womanizer by his own admission so a lot of women's names were in there and most focus on his most serious commitments). As it turned out my flashes had been right all along. They had enjoyed the outdoors, the lake, and he had had a country side home and a "farmers car". The flashes of memories that got me down to my knees were the ones with the love of her life and with her family. I could see the looks and personality traits of her family in these flashes and it was after a long time difficult to tell myself I had just made all these people up. One time after having re lived emotional flashes of her with family members I began to cry; missing them, and then telling myself I could not do that - these were someone else's, not mine. This was when I was still in struggle with myself of what I should think about all this. When I would years later see photograph of them I was shocked. It was them, alright. I wish I could write that her love life turned out alright, that she got married, had kids and lived happily ever after. It did not turn out this way. She did get married, though, and she did become a very proud mother who loved her kids more than anything, anyone. They were her movie stars, as simple as that. I could tell that it was the father that had a more strict role and that they disagreed at times. I think one of the reasons why her love life failed was perhaps the life style they had and simply the type that she was attracted to. These were few loves in her life and at first glance they did not seem to be the same type. They did have certain things in common, though. I could see men with abnormal explosive type of tempers that did not fit well with her personality in fights, I'm not saying she was innocent, but they were certainly not equal guilty in terms of temperament goes. This leads me unfortunately to her death. I remember it as if her boyfriend at the time killed her in her home after a fight when she asked him to leave. At the time she wanted to be single. She had tried to be patient and believe in a new love, but could not do it, at the time. She was fed up. At the time she had a relatively close relationship with her ex, but were not romantically involved, but would focus on being parents. From my flashes I think she was killed because of jealousy of the ex ( which was no need to, they had not or had plans to reconcile ) and wanting out of the relationship. What I read about her death, though, did not ring a bell, and years later (again) I found shocking reports that a lot of my flashes of her death were true but that it was thought that it would not hold in court because so much had been tampered with. And there were still question marks that no one could answer.