Aussie
Katherine
I met my best friend on an elevator, and he is gorgeous. All the other women on the lift seemed to want to talk to him, but didn't have the nerve. From floor 10 to floor 19, I managed to strike up a conversation, exchange phone numbers and apartment numbers, and make plans to have lunch the next day. When our eyes met, it was like the whole world dropped away. It was light, and heat and energy, and it was dizzying. Well, I am happily married, so being with him wasn't an option. Fast forward 13 years; we're still super close, as close as close as can be. He's my best guy friend; my best girl friend has a daughter energy to me, and it was the same with him when he met her.
In 2008 I visited a Shiloh battlefield. While I was in the museum, I felt a literal tug at my heart, pulling me outside to the actual battlefield grounds. So I walked the battlefield and had a vision. I saw a young Union soldier get murdered by a Confederate soldier by being ambushed with a huge cannonball strike. It was during a "down time", so this was an act of dishonour, for which the Confederate was later hung. I will never forget the shocked expression on the Union soldier's handsome young face as he realised he was about to be killed within microseconds. The cannonball blew out his entire torso. It was the most hideous scene you can imagine, complete with steam rising from his exposed innards, suggesting to me that this happened in the winter time.
I had a vision a year later of my best friend Harry (the elevator hunk)... we've always been extraordinarily close. He was a young man who enlisted into the war. He was married to me in that life, and we had a daughter, who was two when he was killed. I should mention that Harry is British with a Dutch father. I found the identity of my Union soldier; his name was William Enyart. He died at the age of 24, leaving behind his wife Charlotte, who was known as "Dot", and his only child, a daughter named Anna. Enyart was also of Dutch extraction his father's side, his family having come from a village called Enjoert in Flanders. My father's name in that life was Benjamin. Ben was my present life husband. Ben helped "Dot" raise little Anna.
Okay; I know this is confusing, but my best girl friend in this life is a few years older than me, but I seem to be more of a parent energy towards her. She met Harry and he treated her like a loving, patient father treats a daughter. My best friend in this life -- her name... is Anna. She was little Anna in that life, too.
To summarise:
Harry - William Clark Enyart
Me - Charlotte Anne "Dot" Carey Enyart
Don - Benjamin Carey
Anna - Anna Cora Enyart Hunter
Anna is a romance writer; I met her in a writer's group. I found out that one of her protagonists in one of her earlier novels was called HUNTER. He's her favourite male lead character to this day.
I found information on William, including a photo. That is the man I saw get killed. His eyes look so much like Harry's eyes in this life, when I got his photograph, I stayed up all night crying. I told Harry and his brother about the visions and about the info I found. His brother wigged cos he looks so much like the Union soldier in the photograph. I asked Harry if he felt something odd when we met. He said he felt a sense of urgency, and a sense of guilt and trauma, and the need to make my life as happy as he possibly could... all that in ten shared floors on an elevator between strangers.
My husband in this life, who was my father in that life, was very close to William. He and Harry are very close in this life as well. He isn't at all jealous, because he has always felt a deep love for me, but it's more of a protective love than anything else, if that makes sense. The deep love between William and Dot never died. Harry and I still love one another very, very deeply, and very passionately, although we both respect the bounds of my marriage in this life. We both love and respect my husband way too much to take it beyond a platonic level. The romance from those days is still very alive on the inside. I hugged him recently and actually made him SWOON. Heartse!e)*(
PS: Harry has a terrible marriage nowadays. They just don't get along; they are like oil and water. I wish she could love him as deeply as I do, but she finds him repulsive. He's wealthy and she married him for his money; I tried to warn him of it before he married her, just as in that life I tried to warn him against joining this war. His wife is horrible to him; treats him so badly. She is the Confederate soldier that killed him in that life. I saw that in my vision very clearly. It made his blood run cold when I told him.
In 2008 I visited a Shiloh battlefield. While I was in the museum, I felt a literal tug at my heart, pulling me outside to the actual battlefield grounds. So I walked the battlefield and had a vision. I saw a young Union soldier get murdered by a Confederate soldier by being ambushed with a huge cannonball strike. It was during a "down time", so this was an act of dishonour, for which the Confederate was later hung. I will never forget the shocked expression on the Union soldier's handsome young face as he realised he was about to be killed within microseconds. The cannonball blew out his entire torso. It was the most hideous scene you can imagine, complete with steam rising from his exposed innards, suggesting to me that this happened in the winter time.
I had a vision a year later of my best friend Harry (the elevator hunk)... we've always been extraordinarily close. He was a young man who enlisted into the war. He was married to me in that life, and we had a daughter, who was two when he was killed. I should mention that Harry is British with a Dutch father. I found the identity of my Union soldier; his name was William Enyart. He died at the age of 24, leaving behind his wife Charlotte, who was known as "Dot", and his only child, a daughter named Anna. Enyart was also of Dutch extraction his father's side, his family having come from a village called Enjoert in Flanders. My father's name in that life was Benjamin. Ben was my present life husband. Ben helped "Dot" raise little Anna.
Okay; I know this is confusing, but my best girl friend in this life is a few years older than me, but I seem to be more of a parent energy towards her. She met Harry and he treated her like a loving, patient father treats a daughter. My best friend in this life -- her name... is Anna. She was little Anna in that life, too.
To summarise:
Harry - William Clark Enyart
Me - Charlotte Anne "Dot" Carey Enyart
Don - Benjamin Carey
Anna - Anna Cora Enyart Hunter
Anna is a romance writer; I met her in a writer's group. I found out that one of her protagonists in one of her earlier novels was called HUNTER. He's her favourite male lead character to this day.
I found information on William, including a photo. That is the man I saw get killed. His eyes look so much like Harry's eyes in this life, when I got his photograph, I stayed up all night crying. I told Harry and his brother about the visions and about the info I found. His brother wigged cos he looks so much like the Union soldier in the photograph. I asked Harry if he felt something odd when we met. He said he felt a sense of urgency, and a sense of guilt and trauma, and the need to make my life as happy as he possibly could... all that in ten shared floors on an elevator between strangers.
My husband in this life, who was my father in that life, was very close to William. He and Harry are very close in this life as well. He isn't at all jealous, because he has always felt a deep love for me, but it's more of a protective love than anything else, if that makes sense. The deep love between William and Dot never died. Harry and I still love one another very, very deeply, and very passionately, although we both respect the bounds of my marriage in this life. We both love and respect my husband way too much to take it beyond a platonic level. The romance from those days is still very alive on the inside. I hugged him recently and actually made him SWOON. Heartse!e)*(
PS: Harry has a terrible marriage nowadays. They just don't get along; they are like oil and water. I wish she could love him as deeply as I do, but she finds him repulsive. He's wealthy and she married him for his money; I tried to warn him of it before he married her, just as in that life I tried to warn him against joining this war. His wife is horrible to him; treats him so badly. She is the Confederate soldier that killed him in that life. I saw that in my vision very clearly. It made his blood run cold when I told him.
I saw that I began wearing black one day for no particular reason. A week later, a messenger showed up with the news. William died on 13 December 1863. I started wearing black in early December, and never wore any other colour for the rest of my days. Anna turned three four days after he was killed. 
