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....... Silently, I screamed at Sacred Spirit. I was fed-up and I desperately needed some prove of Sacred Spirits, my Angels and Guides existence. I told God that I had had enough and that if I wasn�t rehoused where I had a garden and could feed the wild birds as I was promised, and a place where I could adjust on a vibrational level for my healths sake, I was pulling out.

I refused to do any more "light-work" or �serving� until I was given some prove that my experiences were real. My guides answered by reminding me of the ad in my back pocket.

I discussed it with Chris, who said �lets go for it, why not? Its a destination, Who knows where it will lead us to. We are on another adventure, have nothing to lose and we get a spin up the mountains�.

I answered, �I suppose so, but this is definitely the last try. We are wasting time as that part of Wicklow is well out of our economic means, so I,m not setting my heart on it. No expectations, no dissapointments".

I rang the ad and arranged to meet the landlord at the local shop. He sounded human enough, which was something after the lot of arrogant landlords we had been dealing with so far. Not many landlords give me much time once they hear my accent and realise that I,m from Northside Dublin.......

We met the landlord and followed him to the cottage. I had expected nothing so I was not disappointed when it turned out to be unsuitable and a wee bit to pricey. We were on our way to return the keys to the landlord at his cottage when we noticed the small mobile home in the yard in front of the cottage we had come to view.

We decided to explore it even though we weren�t taking the cottage. Immediately we entered the mobil home, the first thing we noticed was the amount of light filling the space, the views of the lakes and surrounding mountains, hills and forests took our breath away.

Chris and I looked at each other , we knew. This was it. What a pity it was part of the property that we had come to view. We met the landlord in his cottage and stayed for a cup of tea during the conversation we brought up the mobile home. He asked me did I think I would be happy there?

I was surprised at his question and ended up telling him about my row with God in the car. He smiled and offered the mobile to me for a rent that was reasonably priced. It was ours for the asking. It didn�t matter to him where myself and Mick partner were from, he didn�t want references, all he wanted to know was did I think it would make us happy to live there.

I paid a months deposit straight away and over tea, found that I had also found a spiritual kindred spirit and a new friend. I shudder to think that we may not have stayed for that cup of tea, that I might not have went with the feeling of been �moved� to tell a stranger about my reasons for �holding the vision�.

Myself and Chris decided to stay there for our weeks holiday and get the mobile into liveable conditions. The second night we were there I took one of my weird attacks. I travelled in and out of this particular attack for a number of hours. At some stage my breathing stopped.........CONTINUE.