Read an excerpt from Chapter One of Love Across Time

Phoenix, AZ – Summer 2017 I am standing in his office facing the window, staring out to the sky above, trying to find a way to answer his questions, “How do you know this man? How did you come to have the information you gave me? You have details…which is why I wonder, what exactly can I do to help you?” What do I say? How am I to explain? I take a deep breath, then push away from the window, and I turn back to face him. “Mr. Davenport,” which is funny, considering what I’ve learned about my past life, but I am no longer surprised. It seems since I’ve learned what I know, these little signs have always been there – everything happens for a reason. “Do you believe in miracles? Things that happen, but you cannot explain. A knowing…a feeling? I can see him looking at me with that, lord, I have a real one here, look. He asked, “Are you referring to psychic abilities?” For a long moment, I could only stare at him, then I thought, do I continue or back out, and give up this idea? Well, after taking a deep breath, I decided why the hell not. What could I lose in doing so? “In a way, yes.” How do I explain what happened to me? What is still happening to me? “Mr. Davenport, in 2013, after visiting Cheshire, England, something happened to me after my return. I even thought I was going mad, until after seeing a phycologist, and through her a psychic medium with thirty-plus years’ experience, who is also a licensed phycologist, who also at one time worked with law enforcement. With my phycologist, after putting me under hypnosis, along with the psychic medium, confirmed I was not crazy. What I was remembering through dreams and visions, were real.” I was unable to look at him during my explanation, so when I glanced up to meet his eyes, he looked just as I figured, as if I am crazy. But it appears he is listening to every word I am saying, so I continue. “This man Marco, that I want you to find…well, he is a man I have been dreaming about, along with the visions. We…shared a past life together in the 1500s —” I stopped, as I was finding it difficult to explain, but I didn’t want to give up, so I let out a breath and continued. “Maybe you don’t need to know all the details, but I feel I need to explain, so you will understand where all this is coming from. By me telling you this, you will work to convince me…prove to me…he is real or not. Everything I have learned up to today told me he is.” After I finished, I carefully watched Mr. Davenport, looking for any sign of what he was thinking, or what he will do about my confession. Then he says, “Ms. Daniels, please continue.” Relieved, I went on. “Thank you, Mr. Davenport. The information I gave you is from the dreams and visions I had, along with the messages I received from Marco’s grandmother, who died in September of 2015. I need to know if he is real. Can you do this for me? Can you help me prove one way or the other?” “I am here to help you, regardless of how you came to have the information. To me, this is of no matter. If you hire me to investigate this man, then I will.” I sighed with relief. I know this was a considerable risk, a chance of being laughed right out of his office, but it had to be done.