Every old soul will know what it’s like to have a past life of imprisonment or slavery. Such experiences are virtually unavoidable, whether as a slave in the American south, or a prisoner of war in 18th Century Prussia.

In this life, one sign you’ve had your freedom curtailed is a delight in spending time with no fixed routine or agenda.

At the time of writing, I’m in Venice, Italy, on honeymoon with my bride, Christine. We’re loving the freedom to get up when we want to, eat when we feel like it, and to roam without worrying about having to be somewhere at a certain time.

When we arrived in Venice, we were told that everyone gets lost here. It’s an essential part of the experience. And that’s exactly what happened to us. Twice.

On our first night, we asked Siri to guide us back to our apartment after a late dinner. After nearly sending us into a canal in the darkness, we realized Siri was as lost as we were.

We wandered through scores of dimly lit alleys, and over deserted bridges trying to figure out our location on a map with text so small the street and canal names were illegible.

After a while, I realized Christine wasn’t enjoying the unexpected exploration as much as I was. In fact, she was become increasingly agitated and was near to tears.

I tried to reassure her, “Don’t worry, nobody has ever died from getting lost in Venice.”

Completely stressed out, she replied, “You don’t know that!”

By the time we found our apartment, we both knew there had to be a past-life reason for such an intense reaction. And there was.

Several hundred years ago, Christine had been a boy, apprenticed to a farrier in a blacksmith’s shop in Austria. Overwhelmed by the harshness of conditions, and missing his family in Vienna, the boy had run away, trying to get back to his home hundreds of miles away. After becoming hopelessly lost, he had died from exposure and exhaustion – alone and afraid.

I spend most days helping my clients uncover the traumatic events from past lives that are creating irrational and often debilitating fears and phobias in the present. You’ll have heard me say many times before that your soul is unable to separate one lifetime from the next. And that’s why illuminating the events of the past is so important.

Going into this trip, Christine and I knew there would be numerous triggers that would bring up past-life memories. Her extreme distress around being lost in Venice, gave us the perfect opportunity to address and heal a deep, soul-level fear.

The next day, Christine and I got lost again for hours. This time, her reaction was completely different. “It was like night and day,” she said later. As we wandered around the backstreets, she was happily absorbed in taking photos of ancient buildings and waterways. There wasn’t a trace of anxiety.

We walked for a total of six hours, and never once worried about whether or not we’d make it home. For Christine, the irrational fear that losing her bearings would have disastrous consequences had completely lifted. The awareness of the past life was enough to remind her soul to let the fear go.

At one point on our journey, I asked someone, “Dove si trove il Ponte di Rialto?”

He replied in English, “I don’t know, I’m totally lost!”

That was when Christine reminded me, “Not all who wander are lost!”