I had a female friend, and from the start I felt a close bond to her, one day we were watching TV. and the strangest vision came to me I told her that her name was Sarah -----p and she lived around 1790 in whitsett england. her and I were going to be married, I was of noble birth and an earl, favored by the king.
I was shot out of hatred by a peasant named robert ---- not even for robbery but to satisfy a deep routed hatred for his poverty.I was shot in the back from about 15 metres. died instantly. the one who shot me back then wound up being her best female friend who still holds a grudge against me, weird isn't it. She looked up the name on some web site and was floored when she found it and the year. I do not know what site it was as we have gone our separarte ways.
Blessings and providence: