Hump Day

More than just a hammer?

Wednesday, February 19, 2020; 0214

I have a note here for Sunday’s post to talk about how I miss my random late nights/all-nighters. Yet, here I am. This is something I have been missing since beginning The Job. There have been several times over my days off when I thought I might have one of these, but it was not ever to be. Until tonight. I enjoy these times.

The world is so very different at night. You can feel the stillness of everything. You can hear the silence of it all. The energies are different as well. You can accomplish different things at night than during the day. Or, you can accomplish the same things differently. Some of my best works have come from these middle of the night romps.

My challenge, I find, at The Dormitory is that I am limited as to just what I can do. Not only can I not do anything like cut the wood I need for projects [because it is still an apartment building] but I can’t do too much in the apartment itself [because Hoagie is sleeping.] Still, I do like being up in these hours. This is why I am writing now. It is something I can do and feel accomplished. In fact, when I am done with this post I may very well get a head start on Sunday’s. With my upcoming work schedule, I am not certain just how much writing I will be able to do. For example, I’m pretty sure I start at 7 tomorrow morning. So, unless I work on it tonight, there will be no morning post. Though I don’t have my actual schedule yet - due to the changes made for today - I imagine Friday will be 10-8. Saturday was already scheduled out at 9-7. And Sunday was practically 10 hours already and will end up being 5:30-3:30.

I am hoping we can get to this kind of schedule regularly and soon. I have found this week that the third day off really comes in handy for me. It allows me a day to recuperate, a day to take care of errands and household tasks and household tasks, and a day to take care of all of the rest. It has been nice to just be able to move comfortably through my days off instead of feeling like I had to push really hard to get anything accomplished. It is nice to have the time and ability to be awake in the middle of the night and not feel worried about getting sleep.

Yesterday was as Yesterdays tend to be. I feel like this is all I can say about my days anymore. They are what they are and they are always wicked and wild and inspiring and divine. It is a strange sort of peace I have made with them. It is an oddly balanced relationship. Things get done - not always what, or how much, I’d like. But, always what is needed and right.

I woke up late yesterday morning and it kind of threw my balance off a little bit. I didn’t quite know how to get my day started or how to get through it. I had specific things to do but my routine was off just a bit.

Out of the blue, I decided it was time to get ready and set about my day. I was going to visit dad first, then to the safety meeting and then off to do Laundry. It all seemed fairly cut and dry. Still, from that moment on the rest of my day was very Precise & Perfectly Placed.

The message had been to leave by 1030. I had made it out the door pretty close to that. I may have been 5 minutes behind, but the ultimate goal was to get to Old Geistopia by 1100. That Goal was met. However, I was surprised to find that Big ‘D’ was home. She is not normally home on a Tuesday which is why I usually go to visit on a Tuesday. It wasn’t horribly tense. We did sit in the same room and we did engage in group conversation. [I think, perhaps, this is my segue to an email.]

I stayed there for a little while and eventually The Professor showed up next door at The Putters’. I finished my visit at Old Geistopia and headed over. The safety meeting was true to form, but also cut very short. Still, business was discussed, gifts were received and a good time was had by all.

[I should pause or a moment and point out that on my travels to Old Geistopia I had encountered a series of very specific, and important, totems.]

So, all of this had me done and at the laundromat much earlier than I had planned. I was actually hoping to be there later, just finishing up as Cuddlebug would arrive at the dance studio next door. That was not to be. I was home long store she would even begin making her way to dance class.

The Putter had an appointment and that is why the Safety Meeting was cut short.The Professor still had some time to kill. So, he was going to run and take care of something and then come hang out with me at the laundromat. The laundromat was where, I felt, my day got intriguing.

As I approached the sliding glass door to the building, I noticed a young boy - no more than 3 years old. He was inside, standing in front of the door, staring up at it. He was so fixated and focused. As I stepped up to it, and it slid open, his eyes [and eventually his body] followed it. I realized that he was fascinated by the lock mechanism. I really didn’t think too much of it at first.

As I made my way around to find a washing machine I heard the boy’s mother. She had come over to him ad was trying to get him to come back to her and stay by her side so she could finish up. She wasn’t yelling at him, but she was certainly frustrated, which she was also very clear about with the boy. Even as I made my way around to the change machine, I never saw the woman head on. Mostly she was behind me. Once she was in my peripheral. Still, I was very aware of the boy and his mother. I have been going to the laundromat for a year now and never before have I been that level, or that kind, of aware of anyone there. It was the kind of aware that lets you know Spirit has a hand in things.

This was the conclusion I had drawn as I made my way to the restroom. For whatever reason, this boy and his mother were why I was there at that moment. I didn’t understand it. There had been no interaction, nor did I really foresee any, but this is why I was there. This is nothing new. It happens often. You can recognize the connection but you can’t understand, nor define it. So, all you can do is bless the moment and put as much love and light into the energy exchange as you can. This was my resolution as I left the restroom.

I don’t know how it happened, but, the next thing I know the mother and I are having a conversation. It was geared around the boy, but there we were talking. I know she started the conversation. I just don’t know how it started or what she first said to me. But, I was drawn into the dialogue. I watched the boy as we chatted. He was definitely full of energy and spirit. Also, a tad out of control. The truth is, I watched the boy more than his mother did. She had absolutely no idea what was going on behind her. Anyway, we eventually made introductions, then finished off the conversation and I was off to my next thing, leaving her to finish up her own thing.

I figure it is all centered around the boy. Whatever the purpose of it all. I was very aware of his spirit. It is the Kringle in me, The Shaman, if you will. In days of old, the Shaman would tune into the spirit of a child and that is how the child would both be named and also placed within the tribe. The shaman would see the spirit’s gifts, talents and abilities. This child was definitely gifted. It’s not much different than Spike or Piz’s son. The only difference being they are spirits that I get to keep tabs on personally.

By the time I returned to the laundromat to switch my clothes over, the boy and his mother were gone. But, I do not think that is the last time I will see them.

I finished up and returned t The Dormitory, getting settled in again just before Hoagie arrived home from work. We chatted for a moment as he acknowledged that there have been shifts going on for him and he is not quite adjusted. I knew this and it was actually something we needed to discuss.

Hoagie asked me for a Reiki session a few weeks back and I agreed. However, it just hasn’t worked out quite yet. I learned on Monday why that was. There are some things he must do for himself, and to let his spirit know he is ready, before I can do a session for him. He needs to prepare his space, both his physical space and his internal space.

I told him that I wanted to touch on these things with him but that I needed him to get his energy to a certain level before I could. I told him how I had hoped it would have happened on Monday, but his energy never quite tweaked in the direction needed.

Before long, ‘Jim’ would show up. He hung out for a bit, ordered pizza ja d fed us, and then headed out. “Jim’ visits are usually good for all of us. Personally, I enjoy his presence. I know that he needs the interactions as well. It shows on him. You can see his spirit lift and I then the longer he is here. And, Hoagie needs this as well. Last night, even more so. It was the ‘Jim’ visit that helped tweak him in the right direction.

After ‘Jim’ left, Hoagie and I would discuss what is going on with him. Two of my messages/instructions for him seemed to only be validation of thoughts he had already had himself. “It’s funny you should say that…” Twice, that is what he said.

The first time it was about asking himself a heavy life question.

“...I actually just started doing that, like with the job thing.”

The job thing was actually on my list of examples of what he needed to look at and decipher for himself. Then he was told that the second thing he needs to do is take a Quest. He recently mentioned that he wanted a vacation because he felt he needed an adventure. I told him it was time for him to take a day for himself to take an adventure.

“...the other night after dropping Spike off, I was on the highway and thought...I could just keep driving.”

So, in a way, the validations for him also became validations for me. What I hear is what I hear and there is usually some sort of merit to it all, - whether I understand it or not.

It was not long after this conversation that Hoagie was ready to crash out for the night and I followed suit. But then I was up at 2300, and again at some point when Hoagie was up for a drink. And, then I woke up again at 0100 and I have been up ever since. I may lay back down when I am finished with this post just to try to rest up for an hour or so. But, I do have some very specific things i would like to get accomplished today - including finishing up the video series from the past few days.

I do not know what all yesterday was or what it was about. I do know it was Divine and from the best I can discern it will be 3 weeks before I begin to understand the day at all.

For now, Fellow Travelers - Stay tuned in and Peace and Blessings.

0618 - Addendum: After I finished writing I decided that I would lay down and try to rest again for a bit. I was not out long before there was a dream. I do not recall many details. I know I was in a wooded area with a stream or river. I was talking with someone else though I could not say who it was. We were talking business or something important. Again, though I can recall hearing the words I cannot tell you exactly what was said. I feel like we were talking about the property itself. Anyway, then it happened. All of a sudden, in the dream, I pointed and shouted, “There’s another Eagle.” It had swept in, landed at the river and when I shouted, looked at us with food dangling from its beak. The person I was with began to try to sneak up on it. But, it just flew off. It was not startled or bothered. It just up and left.

Something Divine is definitely afoot in my life right now. I just really have no idea what it could be.

Also, I forgot to mention that I made it through the day yesterday. I ate and took care of what I needed to. I managed to come through the day with Just Enough funds to get a soda today if needed. [And it probably will be.] Beyond that, I managed Just Enough food left to muddle through today and take care of keeping my stomach from growling tomorrow. I have my $1 set aside to take care of parking today for my appointment. And, I have Just Enough gas to get me to my appointment, to work tomorrow and, if my calculations are correct, down to The College to see their show. After the show, there is a pizza part so I will be fed for the night. I will also have my pay and will be able to go and get gas at The Valley’s Favourite Convenience Store before returning to The Dormitory. Friday morning I can run down the street to the grocery store before work and pick up the few items I need to get through the rest of the weekend.

Come Monday morning, I will be off and running.