I would like to start by saying that when you book a psychic reading with me, I will never tell you about your past lives. Why? Because my guides are very down-to-earth. I am here to pass on messages to you that you know are true to you, that resonate, and that you understand. We have enough to do with this life! Furthermore, whatever you have been told about your past life by a psychic, you will never truly know if it is true. They can never be proven, and past-life experiences are deeply personal.

However, I would like to share my own story with you.

A while ago, I did a meditation to see if I could visit a past life. Before long, I found myself somewhere in what looked like a village in the middle of the desert. There was sand everywhere and an intense heat. I saw an image of a narrow street slightly sloping  upward, where I knew my house was on the right side. They appeared to be built close together, with large pieces of fabric stretched out to create shade from the sun.

At the top of the street stood an enormous monument. It felt like a religious building, but I could only see the upper part because the rooftops hid the rest of the structure. Then, I realized I was no longer seeing the scene as myself, I was a little boy, maybe 12 years old.

I somehow understood that the whole community revolved around this great building. Everyone seemed to work for it in one way or another.

Walking down to his house from this monument, the little boy felt deeply disappointed. I never understood exactly what had happened, but I felt that one of his deepest beliefs had suddenly collapsed. It was as though he had discovered that those who claimed to represent the gods were, after all, simply human beings abusing their power. Whatever had happened had shaken him profoundly, and he seemed to be going home to tell his parents.

For several months, I did nothing with this experience.

Recently, this memory came back, and my curiosity led me to investigate further. At that point, I still had no idea where this place might have been. All I had was the image of an extraordinary monument and the memory of that narrow, sandy street. I began my research with the monument, looking at ancient architecture from different civilizations and historical periods, trying to find something that matched what I had seen.

As I compared photographs, I gradually realized how much architectural styles differed across eras. Then, I came across photographs from ancient Egypt, dating to the New Kingdom.

I was genuinely astonished ! The buildings looked exactly as I remembered, although during my meditation I could only see the upper right corner.  The flat roofs topped with narrower, rounded-corner structures, the small square windows. It was remarkably similar to what I had seen during the meditation. The building descriptions matched the New Kingdom of ancient Egypt (1550–1070 BC), often called the "New Empire" and considered the golden age of Egyptian civilization. It was the period of famous pharaohs such as Hatshepsut, Akhenaten, Tutankhamun, and Ramesses II.
 

I then asked for the name of that little boy and heard something that sounded like Rahan. I continued my research into names from this period, and what I discovered was fascinating.

During the New Kingdom, many Egyptian names began with Ra, in honor of Ra, the God of the Sun and one of the most important deities in ancient Egypt. Parents often gave children names honoring Ra to express divine protection. This is why so many names from that period begin with Ra: Ranefer, Raneb, Rahotep, Raemka, Raia, and of course, Ramesses.

Raia? Rahan? Maybe I didn’t hear it perfectly, but it sounded incredibly similar, even if I have never found the exact name "Ra-An" or "Rahan."

Does any of this prove that I experienced a past life? I don't claim to know the answer, but I am amazed to have found photographs and names from a civilization that really existed, perfectly matching my vision.

I simply wanted to share this experience exactly as I lived it, and to explain why it made me curious enough to begin exploring the history behind what I had seen.