I also do communication with spirits as I was born medium. I am clairvoyant and read aura around people and will share aura drawings on my site. I will tell more about theses subjects in the future.
I get psychic information while talking to people, watching television, meeting new persons. I can be at the dentist, the hairdresser and have visions of who they were in past lives. Sometimes I share it. The information come non-stop whereever I am, whatever I do.

I am currently writing a book about my life as a medium-psychic. I will describe how I have been able to reconnect with past lives lovers, undo wrong beliefs about myself, life in general and God. I will also share stories about family members, co-workers, strangers, on how each of them played already a role in previous lives.

FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF MY LIFE Previous to 1995
As far as I can remember strange coincidences and or paranormal events have always filled my life. White shadows would be crossing the room where I was as soon as someone would talk about a dead person. Moreover the mysterious lines of the hands had no secret to me. I had strong intuitions, premonitory dreams, and impressions of “deja” vu. I could feel a lot. I just knew. I humbly called myself an intuitive and barely talked about it. During all those years my concern was rather to adapt, to fit in and have fun. Although I was trying hard to understand the world around me, I never thought I could do anything else with my life. My future was already set; I would get married and have children, just like my Mom and my sisters.
It was only after I moved from France to Los Angeles in 1992, that I began to realize that it was much more that just intuition. I was not imagination also. It was something else. But what? When I was comparing myself with people around me I had to admit one thing: not everybody was like me. I had inaccessible information about people. I could feel the presence of spirits in a room. I could see colors around a person. Above all, I could see everybody I talked to in clothes of another period of times and this was becoming more and more intriguing to me. A parallel world was manifesting itself to me and I could not deny it anymore.

HOW IT ALL STARTED
In 1995, I went to a party and there I met two men. As soon as they walked in I could see, in superposition to their actual clothes, one of them as a monk and the other one with an intriguing unknown outfit. What was it? I could not put a name on it. The next day, as I was going to call him, I could still mentally see him with the outfit from another time. I was used to see every body I met in a costume from a past life. As I said before I never made much of it. That day, for the first time I asked myself what kind of costume it could be. I mentally got a clear answer. As I kept questioning myself about him, more answers would come. I was getting more and more information about his past life.
I went to see a good friend of mine and confined to her. She listened with interest and then asked me if I could see anything for her. Right away images popped up into my mind as I was answering all her questions. The following day she called me, intrigued by my visions. We laughed about it, we found that funny, yet she wanted some precisions and I got more answers until we saw that all of it was making a full story that makes sense. She agreed it was somehow linked to the circumstances of her present life.
By the time Christmas approached, she invited me for dinner. She told her guests about my ability and pretty soon I found myself reading each person around the table. Again, I could easily see each one of them wearing a costume of another time. I was describing the century, the clothes, and the story of what was already their life. For whatever reasons I knew it was the same person before and now. To my surprise they all could see the link in their present life. It made sense to them. For example, partners from another life were still present in theirs lives. But beyond what could be seen as a simple coincidence, issues in their present life became understandable in light of their past.
As I was giving more and more readings to friends and practically anybody I run into I realized that the connection between the past and the present was real. There was always a link between the past and the present that brought interest to the reading. Still unsure of myself, these readings provided the evidences that I had some unusual abilities. It became clear, I realized I had instant knowledge of people’s past lives. I knew their present issues and clearly saw the solution without them having the slightest idea. I was feeling their emotional pain as well.
I became clear that I had to take it seriously and that the time had come to do something about it. I could not possibly ignore it any longer. I had to admit: I was different. I accepted it.
This was the major turning point of my life.

THE EVIDENCE
I had met Pierre at the church. We met again and I felt a strong attraction toward him. Since he had written a book about metaphysical subjects it was no surprise he drew my attention. Yet, there was something else, I felt as if I already had spent that moment with him; that I already had that conversation with him. It was as if I knew everything about him and yet I had just met him. I guessed him, I sensed him. He intrigued me; I had to see him again.
It was summertime and it was hot as usual. We were comfortably sitting on the terrace of a nice restaurant in Malibu, we ate exceptionally well, and the wine was exquisite. I will never know why but suddenly I announced to Pierre:
“You know in a past life, you lived in Ancient Rome. I see that you were commanding an army, you were in charge of men, you were a military man.”
He did not seem surprise and even answered:
“What you’re telling me is very strange, it is exactly what Paco Rabanne told me during a TV show in Paris a few months ago. He pointed his finger at me and said: In a past life you were a centurion. There is blood on your hands.”
I felt reassured and pursued:
“I see you in a room, you are lying on your right side. You are wearing a white robe that is held together by a piece of fabric tied by a large round buckle. Your hair is curly…brown… and falls to the bottom of your neck. You are speaking to a woman, you confide in her for advice… You must execute an order from a superior, against your will, and you are feeling very uncomfortable about it. This woman is listening to you with all her heart”
A few days later Pierre flew to Paris. Every day I was still getting new pieces of information that I was sharing with him over the phone. It became sort of a game between us.
“By the way” said Pierre one day, “What was his name”
“Well, it starts with T and ends up with I-U-S”. This is what I hear.
“Obvious, most names ended up with those letters in those time. Tell me more, was he married? Who was his wife?”
“That woman to whom he is talking to, you know the one that was sharing his concern, she is his wife.”
For days I kept thinking about that past life, trying to make sense of it. And one day, as I was driving on Venice Boulevard, I heard the same voice talking to me again. It repeated his name but I could not understand clearly: And suddenly it snapped in my mind. I heard very clearly:
“His name was Tiberius the Roman. He was feared.” and a number appeared: thirty-seven.
When Pierre called me from Paris, the first thing he asked me was if I had some more information about his past life.
“Yes, I know your name now, you were Tiberius, a Roman Emperor. I have a number too: 37 but I do not know what it means”
“I’ll find out, don’t worry, I’ll call you later”
Three days later Pierre called me in chock telling me he bought a book about Tiberius which confirmed every details of what I had been telling him so far
When I came to pick him up at the airport he told me he was looking for a secretary, his book was now selling well in France. He needed an assistant and I agreed to help him with all the reader’s mail.
It took forever to get to his home that evening. The traffic on Pacific Coast Highway was terrible. There was some work done on the road due to mudslides. Finally, both starved, we ended up in a restaurant for a late dinner.
As we were talking in the patio suddenly I saw Pierre’s face changing into another face. I was not talking with Pierre anymore; I was now having dinner with the Roman military, the one from that past life. During the whole dinner one face alternated with the other one. Which one was his real face? In which time was I now? I did not understand what was going on with me. I could not tell anymore until at the end of the night one face stabilized for good. I was back with Pierre. I pretend it was the red wine and did not even mention it to him.
When he got home he opened his luggage and showed me the book? he had brought back from France. I couldn’t wait any longer. At last I was going to understand what was that entire story about.
“Listen” he said very excited, “it is said he was patrolling his troops on horseback, his helmet on his head as you said. There is a portrait of him, exactly as you described it: the robe, the buckle, his curly hair”.
Pierre kept on giving me details that confirmed all my visions. As he was talking I glanced at the picture of the book and immediately recognized the face of my vision.
“And 37, you know what it is?”
“No, but tell me, can’t wait to know more”
“37 is the historic date of his death! It is unbelievable that you saw all of that!”
I did not have anything else to add.

Pierre believed all of it was true. “I’ll prove it to you. When I was kid, one day at school the teacher asked me to draw a picture of each pupil in a different costume. It was for a sort of play and I was the one who draws the best. When I was done the teacher said: “Now Pierre, what about you?” Pierre had drawn the image of a Roman wearing the typical costume, a big buckle on the shoulder, lying on a couch, and a big ring on his finger. He was just eight years old.
“And you know that ring… let me tell you a story: a few years later I saw the movie Ben-Hur and at some point they mention something with a big ring, some king of important man signing a document with a big ring and that totally obsessed me. I was picturing myself with a big ring, holding it, proud of it. It was the only thing that as a kid I remembered from that movie. Nobody knows those details. For me this is the proof that you see the past and that you have connected for good to a real event”.
He stopped for a moment, his dark eyes plunging into mine, and said:
”Dominique, you have an extraordinary gift”
A gift? I had never thought about it as a gift. Was this what we call it?
I was at the beginning of a fabulous journey.
In a past life Tiberius repudiated his first wife Vespania (me in this past life) to marry Julie, the Emperor Augustus’ daugther. It made him The Emperor Tiberius. From this historical moment a feeling of abandonment has followed me for many more lives. I struggled most of my life in difficult relationships and suffered from reccuring nightmares. I was wandering in life with no specific goals, was confused and bear a sad face.
In the book that I am presently writing about my life and my past lives, I described in details the devastating effects of what I felt an abandonment and the consequences of wrong beliefs I concluded about myself. I describe more stories of others partners that I have encountered and the connections that resulted in this present life. Religion has not giving me any satisfying explanations for why I went through all of this. Finding the roots of my problems have allowed me take the pass of a healing and embrace a spiritual journey.

Just like in the past life, Pierre married another woman and has two children. Pierre lives now in Paris France where he owns a publishing company. We remains friends.

All of us, here on earth right now, for one or another reason had to come back. The reasons are to be found in one or more of our past lives. Throughout our many incarnations we went through various experiences. Some of them provoked good emotions. Some of them provoked bad emotions. At the end of a lifetime, a conclusion to what life is about, some sort of belief systems were then created. A thought is always at the root of an emotion. This is what we have to change.

The first thought that created a chain of experiences over and over. Once we change this thought, the emotion, usually negative, will disappears. In order to change the original thought we have to go back to the very first experience that has created the thought.

In this present life you are connected to many past lives. In each incarnation you reconnect with past lives acquaintances. And then every time you go through a change of environment, person, work… you are reconnected to more people you previously met and with whom you already had a story. Life is made of experiences. Some of them, with their share of pain and sorrow provoke another incarnation and this is what I deal with.

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