Monday, December 13, 2010

Saturday Night Razzle and The Sweden Bombing

Well folks I finally took some time out last friday to spend with friends, family and go out on the town. Something I dont always do enough of. So Saturday after the xfactor i got dolled up and grabbed a taxi into Moville with my good friend caroline. Not one for going out to the pub we had no idea where to go so asked the taxi man and he suggested Rosetto's I think thats how you spell it. There was live music and me and my ears where happily listening along to the lovely donegal lad that was blasting out Runaway Train and many a more great hit. 7up in my hand caroline and I had a fab time, enjoying the vibe and man hunting for her. Lol Every eligible bloke was looked up and down and watched for any positive sign that cupid might strike. One potential lad caught her eye and I been very much attached gave him the once over for her on her behalf and sure she was smitten. lol. He was sat at the table opposite us and stayed there until he left. Eye contact was established on several occassions but a lass at around 12 midnight cinderella left the building.

We bantered on in our conversations Caroline and I but my mind was drawn to the young man who had left and I knew we would meet again. I felt myself zoning out every now and again and reminded myself why I choose not to drink, as I so easily go into Trance mode and this is not healthy for me. I am rarely drawn to anyone without a reason, even more so when socializing and though it was not of a I fancy you from my side there was defo a connection the angels wanted me to make with him. I think Caroline sensed it too.

We decided close to 1 it was time to head on and run around to the late bar in The Town Clock. We pulled up a few drinks (I splurged out and had my 2nd Smirnoff ice and grabbed two seats. The place was slighty empty and thought this will never do for a Saturday night. 30 minutes later the place was packed and who in the middle of the crowd did we spy but mr cutie from the previous bar. Carolines Face lit up and it was game on time lol.

Regardless we where out to have a good night and we did. We danced and danced until finally another drink was needed. Rihanna was blasting out wanna make you feel like I'm the only girl in the world as we headed for the bar. I was trying to order as Caroline tapped me on the shoulder and I turned and there was her cutie standing right beside me. We made small talk and laughed and after a few minutes of he went. Caroline was not well pleased by the end of the very short convo and she told me after he had snubbed his wee nose at her for been from derry. The rivalary between north and south in someways still obvious through his behavior. Ooh the wee messer i thought and of we went on our way back to the dance floor. The night ended and we headed outside to figure out how to get home. While munching chips and waiting on the bus mr not so cutie came over and started yapping away. Turned out he was heading in the same direction as us and he hopped into the seat behind us on the bus. Been polite when he tapped me on the head I asked him what did he work at, he answered nothing at the moment I was out in sweden for a good while...my body froze for some reason, I went all cold and my head began to hurt. I knew spirit wanted this conversation for some reason and it was never about him or me or caroline. It was about his connection to sweden and what had happened that afternoon in Sweden with the car bombing, that until Sunday afternoon I did not hear about.

When I did hear about it I got the connection to the lad we had met and knew spirit wanted assisting. So I did a mini session but feel perhaps more is needed so if any other lightworkers would like to unite with me energy wise and assist in shifting the energy of this with me and send healing to the families and people effected by this, I would be very grateful. Spirit always sends a messenger to point us where we are needed, I am grateful to be able to see the signs so clearly now and do the little I can do in these devastating situations.

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