Hi All
Its been awhile since I blogged on here and I felt a strong urge to get writing today.
Things are going nicely here in the hills of Donegal. Weather is not hot but its pretty ok. Life has been on the up the past number of months for me and its amazing to know I have such support in my Angels. Things they showed me months ago are beginning to happen and there are lots of de ja vu moments happening around me.
I wasnt to sure what they wished me to write about today but I feel drawn to mention my arm and its slow recovery after my break and dislocation in April. Nearly four months on and I still cant make a fist nor will it turn as it should. But I have to say its been an amazing journey with it. I can recall perhaps about 2 very brief moments where I felt sorry for myself. 2 moments in 4 whole months is kinda amazing to be honest. I like to think anyway and the whole thing has really helped me practice living in the moment and allowing the universe to deliver to me what is right for my arm and life. Its been a big learning. But a peaceful one. No strops, no whinging, no complaining, just living each day in God's Grace, trusting in divine will. I can do basic things, it aches like hell..but I love it. How mad does that sound. I used to read a magazine called fate and fortune and their is a lady in it that is a mom and psychic and has no arms. I always felt so inspired by her ability to go beyond what us humans that are blessed to have all limbs and health and achieve what to many seems positively impossible. I often have felt blessed that I can wake up every day and see with my eyes and hear with my ears and have wondered what it would be like to not be able to see colour or hear music....my arm has humbled me to a strong point of acceptance and gratitude and I finally feel great acceptance for all the other imperfections I used to find about my body. So lots of personal healing has been taken place for me over the past number of months.
Along with that most of you know I have moved house. 4 Doors away infact but boy was it a long drawn out process. The stuff we hoard as humans is like what...makes me wonder will i ever have the opportunity to just up sticks and travel with just the clothes on back in years to come. Its been a desire of mine to escape to Africa for many years, I remember right back to my childhood days and knowing that Africa was where I would proberly die eventually. I can see myself clearly in years to come, kids all grown up and me a woman in my 60's on my honkers feeding some homeless child on dusty streets. I only pray my arm is working by then to be able to carry their burdens for them awhile. But God knows best and where there is a will there is a way.
All my babies are of school right now and its fab to get to spend time with them. Money is not in abundance but its not lacking either and Gabriel has been working over time to help us get our car fixed so we can set of up the north for a long weekend in August. Wings crossed.
A major event happened here recently in Inishowen where I live that left a small community rocked tot he core. But let me take you back to a few weeks ago first.
My partner an I are travelling to Derry (30 mins away) an he points out a black passat car that he says our Jonah (3 years old) loves. I said its cool and all of a sudden another one exactly the same pulls out in front of us. That made two. As we pulled in for petrol another exactly the same car and colour pulls in front of us...thats three. this all happened in the space of less then 5 minutes and I said to my partner...ooh thats three times we have seen it now wonder whats that about. I firmly believe when you see something like that in 3's then there is a message within it. Sadly I didnt figure it out that day.
lt happened the weekend prior to the 12th of July.
The Friday my partner took the kids quad biking in Buncrana. We rarely go in this direction as its very out of our way.
Saturday we was out in the car and I kept telling my partner to slow down...he was not driving fast at all but i kept at him and could see the car going of the line n onto the otherside the road..but it was just in my head. (I sound like a nut job now) I was terrified of crashing
I first heard the whispering start late Saturday afternoon...Paul...Paul..Paul..the name kept whirring round in my mind. Again later it popped in and I say a flash of a young man in my mind.
Sunday afternoon it cranked up again...Paul, Paul Paul it went and I listened and the voice whispered his head, he will bang his head..tell my mam I am sorry.
Clear as you please and then it stopped...I persumed it was someone who ahd passed and I could still see that young man in my minds eye with darkish hair.
Monday my partner comes in from town and he tells me did you hear about the accident...I had been home all morning so no I hadnt heard.
7 men dead in a car accident over in Buncrana beside the north pole pub..not far from the place where the lads had been quad biking two days before.
He said they had all been in one car and hit and older man. Thats all I heard that day. But I sent out light.
Monday I recieved a letter from an office in Buncrana and I was asked to attend a meeting on the Friday morning coming...again been drawn to the Buncrana area. coincedent I dont believe so.
Wednesday after the crash, I attended Letterkenny hospital for my hand. While waiting in the fracture clinic, a lady in a wheelchair got talking with me and he had a girl with her. They mentioned of course the crash, my second convo about it. I knew there was something coming. I could feel a breeze around me as we spoke. She goes onto say her brother was good friends with one of the lads...Paul was his name. That was the first time I heard one of the boys names until this point. Was this the Paul I had heard been whispered to me. I presumed then at that point that I had connected with the soul of the boy on the saturday before the accident happened and he was letting me know I may be required to assist in someway in time. I plucked up the nerve, which I never do and passed my mobile number to her incase her brother ever needed to talk. Normally I shy away from disclosing who I am especially where I live as I like my privacy and truthfully am unsure how excepted I would be in this rural area.
I come home anyhow and my partner picks up the paper and there they are..all 7 of them spread out on the front page, names and pictures and there is Paul staring out at me. But he was not the lad i saw in my mind so it confused me some.
Friday morning came round and I was diggin my heels in..i did not want to go for the appointment. I was shaking and scared and felt petrified as we headed in the direction of Buncrana again.
As we got closer to the North Pole I calmed down.
But no sign of the crash. So on the way back I asked to be taken in the direction of clonmany...as we went past the north pole pub and on up a wee stretch a gush of energy went through me and i felt i had picked up the energy of the man who had been coming from bingo in buncrana (read about in paper) and was kit by the lads in the black passat....more coming soon...xxx
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