reply to post by LightAssassin
No I cant. I just don't lie. That was in the town I lived in the interior for years, and we were all quite upset by the case, and the police went
door to door, but I already knew her boyfriend did it, his eyes were very intense and sad and his story kept changing and was ridiculous. She was
very pretty. And a friend lived in the same complex and said they argued all the time. Well I saw the picture and had a vision of a creekside. And
knew she was in the bank in pieces. It was almost as though I felt her, and she wanted me to know that. Now they had been getting phone calls from
psychics and had searched a few of those tips out apparently. So I didn't phone, didn't feel confident.
But at the door, when they went door to door for clues, I told the officer that his story was ludicrous and that she was within walking distance of
They found her, in the bank of the creek. He was in the end convicted of dismembering her but not killing her. But he was guilty! They lived in an
apartment across from the hospital where he worked. And the creek was just a short distance from there, maybe a block or two away. It was a year
later roughly or longer when they found her in that short distance, and if I had trusted my psi I may have spoken up.
Also in that town, was the last person to speak to a woman on the phone who hung herself, and on the way out to the shop, where someone rented the
garage separately from the landlord, I was going to tell her boyfriend to get back her place, and the whole world went into a discord, like a gong,
and I knew she was dead, and saw a vision of a van pulling up at noon the next day to take him away. But my kids had just gone to sleep late, and I
didn't have the address of her house.
The next day, at just after noon, his brother's van pulled up in the back alley. The autopsy report gave her time of death as the same time the phone
Some time later, another event occurred, but this time I was a little more sure that this was urgent. I knew this man was going to die and would die
soon, that week. I prayed for him. He was squatting in a house he had been evicted from with his roommates. They all found places, he didn't. He
was HIV, and a drrug addict, and was hitting people up for money, but had a wonderful voice. My friend used to play jam sessions with him.
I couldn't offer him a room, no way, had children and there was no way. So I spent the week trying to convince his roommate/friend to help him. That
he was in danger of dying and sharing the episodes of when I knew things. But no one believed. Also his roommate said he wasn't a friend, just a
Sunday at just after 2 am, I woke with ghost at my window and thought it was the woman, was very frightened. I can't explain the energy that hits
you, but I knew it was wrong, felt bad.
The next morning at 11 am I got the phone call. He had cut his artery in his arm trying to get in drunk from the bar. It was horrific.
I always felt like there was something I was supposed to do, but had no idea what to do, I couldnt put the kids at risk having him there, but couldn't
convince anyone to help him.
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