I live in So. Calif. In my early 20’s, while living in Carpinteria, I went alone to see the mission for the first time. I went on the walking tour inside the mission and when I got to the adjoining graveyard, I was overcome with immense sadness and grief. I don’t know how, but I felt like I knew everyone buried in the graveyard. A span of time later, I had a reading with a psychic who proceeded to tell me in a past life, that I was a missionary at the mission in Santa Barbara. I was floored to say the least.