During my first trip to London in 1986 (when I was a teenager going abroad for the first time), I started to spontaneously remember living in the eighteenth century -- triggered, I guess, by the familiarity of seeing the town in which I'd once spent so much time. Back then, in that past life of the 1790s, I was the wife of a musician and the mother of two young children; wandering the streets of Westminster with my punk rocker friend in 1986, I had surprising flashbacks to those Georgian times. I remembered being in love with an Irishman who wore poofy shirts and played the piano. When I got home to Seattle at the end of my vacation, I began looking into the possibility that reincarnation might be real. I searched for confirmation that the poofy-shirted Irish singer had really existed, and that I hadn't made the whole thing up.
I found that proof.
Many years later, with the advent of the internet, I was able to match the details I recalled with a real person, Mary Carter, and her husband, Thomas. This blog will serve as an ongoing outlet for my research about their lives: where they called home, whom they counted as friends and acquaintances...in short, whatever I happen to be researching at the moment. If you are interested in past lives, reincarnation, the transmigration of souls, psychic phenomena, or even the history of Buckinghamshire, Berkshire and Chelsea, London, this blog might be for you.
I'm a writer, history lover, cat mother, fisherwoman, traveler, and seeker of paranormal experiences. I adore writing novels and researching historical subjects to death, and I'm glad to finally be doing what I'm meant to: making up stories about handsome men.