Hello everyone,
Recently, I've been drawn to the Aurora, Colorado theater shooting. When it first happened back in July, my only interest was giving in to what society was interested in: the killer. The vile man. Yet, little to none attention was given towards the victims. I'll admit, even I don't know the names, faces, and stories of all twelve victims... except for one.
Jessica Ghawi, an aspiring journalism, and an attractive, kind, vivacious young woman. What makes Ghawi's tale so unique is that her last words are documented through social media before her death. Her last few tweets are so haunting....
"Of course we're seeing Dark Knight. Redheaded Texan spitfire, people should never argue with me.Maybe I should get in on those NHL talks..."
"@jessespector you aren't seeing it tonight?!"
"@jessespector psh. Loser!"
"@jessespector MOVIE DOESN'T START FOR 20 MINUTES"
This girl had actively made tweets for days, and, in total, over 11,000.. She would never tweet again...
Although, the documentation of those last minutes of life, which seemed so innocent, so normal, that, is not the only reason she is significant. Far from it. About a month before she went to see Dark Night, she was in another shooting, in Canada, at a mall, and she was supposed to be one of the victims. Except, for some, strange reason, as a result of a feeling that she was unable to explain, she didn't remain in the food court, where the killer would commence his evil.. Please, I would like for you to read snippet of the blog post.
What started off as a trip to the mall to get sushi and shop, ended up as a day that has forever changed my life. I was on a mission to eat sushi that day, and when I’m on a mission, nothing will deter me. When I arrived at the Eaton Center mall, I walked down to the food court and spotted a sushi restaurant. Instead of walking in, sitting down and enjoying sushi, I changed my mind, which is very unlike me, and decided that a greasy burger and poutine would do the trick. I rushed through my dinner. I found out after seeing a map of the scene, that minutes later a man was standing in the same spot I just ate at and opened fire in the food court full of people. Had I had sushi, I would’ve been in the same place where one of the victims was found.
My receipt shows my purchase was made at 6:20 pm. After that purchase I said I felt funny. It wasn’t the kind of funny you feel after spending money you know you shouldn’t have spent. It was almost a panicky feeling that left my chest feeling like something was missing. A feeling that was overwhelming enough to lead me to head outside in the rain to get fresh air instead of continuing back into the food court to go shopping at SportChek. The gunshots rung out at 6:23. Had I not gone outside, I would’ve been in the midst of gunfire.
I walked around the outside of the mall. People started funneling out of every exit. When I got back to the front, I saw a police car, an ambulance, and a fire truck. I initially thought that maybe the street performer that was drumming there earlier had a heart attack or something. But more and more police officers, ambulances, and fire trucks started showing up. Something terrible has happened. I overheard a panicked guy say, “There was a shooting in the food court.” I thought that there was no way, I was just down there.
This was not a coincidence. This was a result of a voice, that is so subtle, but so amazing. I almost feel reluctant in using a particular term, as it totally varies from person to person. Your intuition, your gut, your guardian angel, your spirit guides, your ghost guides. These voices, come, from a source beyond your own mind. From a source that desires to HELP YOU and can potentially save you. Often times, when we're among friends, or in a stressful situation, we tend to be impulsive. Instead, relax yourself, calm down, and listen for the voice.
Every time 9/11 comes up, I cannot help but think to myself of all the spirit guides that told those workers not to come, but did so anyways. They probably thought to themselves, "What? I can't NOT go to work, that's crazy." However, when the did, they realized that failing to listen to their intuition was the mistake that cost them their lives...
Please, everyone, be good. Listen to these voices. I know many of you wish to place a tag on me as evil, satanic, crazy, or just a troll. But, I can only pray, that, one day, you will understand that I am genuine about this, and, in the right mind, too...
Recently, I've been drawn to the Aurora, Colorado theater shooting. When it first happened back in July, my only interest was giving in to what society was interested in: the killer. The vile man. Yet, little to none attention was given towards the victims. I'll admit, even I don't know the names, faces, and stories of all twelve victims... except for one.
Jessica Ghawi, an aspiring journalism, and an attractive, kind, vivacious young woman. What makes Ghawi's tale so unique is that her last words are documented through social media before her death. Her last few tweets are so haunting....
"Of course we're seeing Dark Knight. Redheaded Texan spitfire, people should never argue with me.Maybe I should get in on those NHL talks..."
"@jessespector you aren't seeing it tonight?!"
"@jessespector psh. Loser!"
"@jessespector MOVIE DOESN'T START FOR 20 MINUTES"
This girl had actively made tweets for days, and, in total, over 11,000.. She would never tweet again...
Although, the documentation of those last minutes of life, which seemed so innocent, so normal, that, is not the only reason she is significant. Far from it. About a month before she went to see Dark Night, she was in another shooting, in Canada, at a mall, and she was supposed to be one of the victims. Except, for some, strange reason, as a result of a feeling that she was unable to explain, she didn't remain in the food court, where the killer would commence his evil.. Please, I would like for you to read snippet of the blog post.
What started off as a trip to the mall to get sushi and shop, ended up as a day that has forever changed my life. I was on a mission to eat sushi that day, and when I’m on a mission, nothing will deter me. When I arrived at the Eaton Center mall, I walked down to the food court and spotted a sushi restaurant. Instead of walking in, sitting down and enjoying sushi, I changed my mind, which is very unlike me, and decided that a greasy burger and poutine would do the trick. I rushed through my dinner. I found out after seeing a map of the scene, that minutes later a man was standing in the same spot I just ate at and opened fire in the food court full of people. Had I had sushi, I would’ve been in the same place where one of the victims was found.
My receipt shows my purchase was made at 6:20 pm. After that purchase I said I felt funny. It wasn’t the kind of funny you feel after spending money you know you shouldn’t have spent. It was almost a panicky feeling that left my chest feeling like something was missing. A feeling that was overwhelming enough to lead me to head outside in the rain to get fresh air instead of continuing back into the food court to go shopping at SportChek. The gunshots rung out at 6:23. Had I not gone outside, I would’ve been in the midst of gunfire.
I walked around the outside of the mall. People started funneling out of every exit. When I got back to the front, I saw a police car, an ambulance, and a fire truck. I initially thought that maybe the street performer that was drumming there earlier had a heart attack or something. But more and more police officers, ambulances, and fire trucks started showing up. Something terrible has happened. I overheard a panicked guy say, “There was a shooting in the food court.” I thought that there was no way, I was just down there.
This was not a coincidence. This was a result of a voice, that is so subtle, but so amazing. I almost feel reluctant in using a particular term, as it totally varies from person to person. Your intuition, your gut, your guardian angel, your spirit guides, your ghost guides. These voices, come, from a source beyond your own mind. From a source that desires to HELP YOU and can potentially save you. Often times, when we're among friends, or in a stressful situation, we tend to be impulsive. Instead, relax yourself, calm down, and listen for the voice.
Every time 9/11 comes up, I cannot help but think to myself of all the spirit guides that told those workers not to come, but did so anyways. They probably thought to themselves, "What? I can't NOT go to work, that's crazy." However, when the did, they realized that failing to listen to their intuition was the mistake that cost them their lives...
Please, everyone, be good. Listen to these voices. I know many of you wish to place a tag on me as evil, satanic, crazy, or just a troll. But, I can only pray, that, one day, you will understand that I am genuine about this, and, in the right mind, too...
via Social Anxiety Forum http://www.socialanxietysupport.com/forum/f24/the-power-of-ghost-guides-this-post-may-save-your-340721/
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