Prologue
Just prior to leaving work this past Sunday ( July 9 ) there were a rapid series of accidents. Jean’s walker buckled when the front left wheel fell off, something near unheard of. Then when Terry was closing the blinds, a plant was knocked over over which fell flatly onto his right foot. Due to his foot breaking its fall the pot did not break. Likewise, his foot was not injured nor the toe it exactly fell upon broken. When cleaning up the mess and seeing to Terry’s foot, a plaster frog gets knocked off the shelf. It, too, does not break, even though it falls from some distance straight to the floor. I have said this before, something is not right in that house, something more than just not right. Things are constantly in chaos, constantly going missing, constantly breaking down. Staff constantly leaving and/or being let go. It just doesn’t stop.
This series of so many small accidents in a row catches my attention. I know we are being told something and to pay attention. And I brought this to Jean and Terry’s attention. I told them I was getting out the sage, then began smudging the whole house, focusing heavily on the doors and windows. At 8pm, following a 12 hour shift I got in the car to head home. Road work was still being done on the 67, a switchback 2-3 lane freeway. I reached a point where our one-lane side of the freeway was stopped at a standstill, while the other two lane side was being let through. I noticed I was stopped at a really bad juncture, around the bend of the mountain, and even thought to myself “I hope the next car notices the roadwork signs”. Else, of course, it will be coming around that bend at 65+ miles an hour which could be really bad for me.
At the same time as the thought >>
I am watching in my rear view mirror as the next car, a large oversized silver truck rounds the curve at full speed. There is nothing I can do. There is not even enough time to feel fear and I am so exhausted from my work shift I just numbly gaze at the mirror. I hear the brakes floored, see and smell the burning of the rubber and watch the truck begin to spin 90 degrees. Not an inch from slamming into me sideways the driver spins the wheel hard to what must have been his right taking his truck a r o u n d my back end and into the lanes of the oncoming traffic. In shock, not because I could easily have just been killed, but because my car ( and I ) were left wholly untouched, and at that one precise moment there were no oncoming cars in either direction, leaving the truck and its occupants also untouched and giving the driver exactly 7 seconds to reverse and get back onto the right side of the road behind me, >> I realize the sage had just saved us all.
Had I not cleared my field prior to setting out on the road, this could have turned out a lot differently. At least I know now what from that house has been attempting to attach to me. And what may be at the center of all the ongoing chaos.
I am shown just two days later.
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