I think I’ve been here before

“Begin to settle in, lying in a slightly upright meditative seat,” Sara whispered to me as we began our session. Her voice soothed me into a relaxed state. Guiding me through prompts to set the scene, she led me to decide where I would explore. “What do you see?” she asked.

There was a long hallway, with thick oak planked floors. Dim overhead lights lit the pathway ahead. Yet the path had no ending. It looked similar to when two mirrors face each other and create an endless loop of reflections. The hallway was infinite, reaching beyond my sight. On both sides of the hall, doors stood only inches apart—there were too may to count. When I learned that each door led to a past life, everything made sense. I think I’ve been here many times before.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve felt this to be true—as I have traveled through lifetimes and spaces, now reconnecting with souls from past lives. At the age of six, I already felt like an old soul, sitting around the fireplace with adults, engaged in conversation, while the other children played together.

There have been moments in my life when I’ve thought—wait, this new adventure feels strangely familiar? When I traveled solo to Northern California for the first time in this lifetime, I felt this sense of familiarity. I got lost along the coast between Sea Ranch and Mendocino, driving through narrow, winding roads at the edge of a cliff with no cell service. Somehow, I found my way—what I called intuition at the time.

Often, places, smells, and tastes trigger that same feeling. Logically, I know it’s my first time experiencing them, yet they feel like home—really, a homecoming to myself. My soul is here rediscovering its true essence while leasing out my physical body for this journey.

When I first experienced the loss of a loved one, I was deeply saddened by the realization that I would no longer share moments with them in this lifetime. Yet, amidst the grief, there was a quiet peace—a sense that our journey together was far from over. I sense I knew then, perhaps subconsciously, just as I know now, that our souls are destined to reunite on another timeline. The bonds we create in love transcend time, weaving through the infinite tapestry of existence.

I believe our souls are travelers, gathering threads of wisdom and traces of familiarity. The infinite hallway, the countless doors—each representing a piece of who I’ve been—a map of my soul’s journey. Perhaps that’s why places, people, and fleeting moments stir something deep within me. It’s my soul whispering, you have been here before.

But this belief does not come without its challenges. The sense of having lived many lives can carry a weight, like an unfinished conversation with the universe. I thought I healed this already? I think I learned this lesson before? How am I supposed to get it right this time? These moments remind me that healing and growth are not linear, even across lifetimes. Perhaps each iteration is an opportunity to deepen understanding, to love more fully, to live with greater awareness.

Whether we walk down the hallway of our past lives or simply navigate the twists and turns of this one, the journey is the same. It’s about reconnecting—with places, with people, and, most importantly, with ourselves. And perhaps, when we feel that inexplicable sense of home, it’s not the place or the moment itself—it’s our soul remembering its essence, finding its way back to what it has always known.