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12/15/11

Have you ever seen something as a natural segue, or a divinely ordained path only to follow through with chasing it and having the journey prove to be not only less than you expected- but completely off the mark from where you thought it might lead?

Several years now into the 11:11 path for my life, I have tried to keep in tune with what the universe is asking of me and on occasion when I see something placed in my path—I do the prudent thing and follow. For the most part, the effort is validated until recently. Now of course I do not mean all efforts- for soon I will reap the benefit of many efforts in a most glorious and appropriate way and for that I am eternally grateful. But another effort which seemed to follow the natural logistics of my journey, proved to be little more than time consuming detour… so I ask the question; why?

Many times I understand the delineations the cosmos sends me on and eventually with gratuitous patience and inspired epiphanies I concur, but this particular jackleg has gotten me a bit bamboozled. Why would the cosmos send me on such an errand if indeed it retained no merit; either eventual and/or immediate, for its causation? Hmmmm…

Still as I ponder such, I am reminded by calendar that I have a great mission and adventure in store for me that I must prepare for and so I shall redirect my attentions elsewhere; but wished to pause long enough for the cosmos to know that I am trying to follow its lead with whatever blind fidelity can be mustered in this situation and that I question- not with belligerence or annoyance, but with candor and true intent to divine what is meant for growth and what is meant for professional folly.

Aside from the above, I continue to engage with Charley as often is possible and do what I can to correct and appease for any errors made or wires crossed. What I do is difficult, as there is no training for this sort of thing. It is divine intervention at its best and personal intuition at its worst, still… I believe it all to be divinely led and so have little option to dismiss.

Recent insights have begun to fill the coffers of answered questions on more personal accounts and I am happy that those that are in charge seem to be of generous spirit of late and take pity on such feeble accreditations as I possess. That being said, I shall continue to conduct such investigations until I have deciphered the information presented by Miss M and the discrepancy of the RT owner of the silver engraved lighter. Perhaps someone’s first name is not what I thought- or that they went by their middle name instead, or…that there was a new player amongst the old that Charley has yet to edify me about.

In any case… a feather was spotted the other day and it brought a great message to both R and I, and so I look forward to the New Year with great hopes that it will prove to be the beginning of a bold new adventure!

Talk to me Charley…

12/11/11

Charley says there is one discrepency.

Go to the receipt- go down to the third item. He presents the letters RT.

The third item on the receipt from Morris Pawn Shop in Valdosta dated October 6th, 1966 is a silver engraved lighter he bought for three dollars.

Miss M told me the lighter belonged to Albert Einstein. Charley now says it belonged to RT.

Hmmmmmm… another set of intials for me to parse?

Maybe… just maybe things are not as over as I thought they were!?

12/8/11

You know it was just about this time last year when I found out about Maxwell and the railway moonshine and the man with the bloody hands. Silly to get all nostalgic about such a thing as murder and yet…So little time left in this year and things are finally coming together and beginning to pick up pace. For that and so much more I am grateful. Classes behind me for this semester, I am still pulling a 4.0 GPA and the hard work and grueling pace are beginning to pay off.

Curious about the fourth in flannel I have waffled a time or two in my conviction in an effort to get it right- but have just received confirmation while talking with R that a name that continues to post in my emails has been sent as sign that I have finally nailed my 4^th in flannel for certain. Don’t you just love how this works?

This is very good as I continue to work on the book and want all the names to reflect the appropriate individuals. The book is so interesting and as I work on it each day, continue to be caught by the life I have been called to live. Who could have possibly known three years ago the path that has been chosen for me? Not I, said the little red hen…and Grim? What say you?

I pose this question and suddenly the image of the Wicked Witch of the West comes to mind as she writhes and wriggles into a puddle of black and heaving smoke upon the floor.

“Oh what a world, what a cruel world! Who would have thought that you could have destroyed such wonderful wickedness as me? Ohhhhhhh….” and then with a rush of air and a final puff of smoke she is gone. Is that how it will end for you Grim? With a wail and a final puff of smoke, will you too melt into the floor and be gone with no one to mourn your loss? Perhaps I can borrow Albert Einstein’s lighter from Charley to light your broom stick end this season to speed the process along. How bout it Al? “Wanna play with a little fire, Scarecrow?” Oh sorry! That’s right… someone stole that lighter in the bag from the Morris Pawn Shop and never returned it. Was that you G when you came back to dump the coffee grounds on the kitchen floor? Or when you stole the PO Box key? Or the Shooter when he searched Charley’s car that night with the man with the bloody hands?

Or…how about the farmer in the dell? How bout you use  that cheese cutter of yours on someone else’s arms? Hmmm? You used it on Charley? Maybe you could use it on one of the other two in flannel still alive. Too bad the pipe smoker is dead, huh? He could have furnished the puff of smoke and probably financed the whole thing! Think I don’t know who  the 4 in flanel are now???

Scared?

You should be…

You are one sick bunch of men, ya know it?

Happy Holidays boys!

12/6/2011

Today proved that Dec. 17^th was significant. Pray little readers, pray.  Pray for good things to happen. Pray that the winds of fate have now turned and that those who have lived long and lived comfortable now know their days are numbered…

And while you are at it… say a small prayer for a specific advancement for myself. It will aid in what I do for Charley and for those to come.

I know this all sounds so cryptic… but sometimes that cannot be helped.

Until later then…

12/3/11

Remember when Charley said November 17^th would be significant?

It was.

12/1/11

I was reminded about faith as I walked through my living room tonight, pondering current budgetary pressures that place people’s sense of financial and personal security in danger…wondering  if a door is being closed, so that another might be opened.

“You’ve got it all wrong. Seeing isn’t believing… believing is seeing.” she said.

Was this message for me? Was this the answer to my query- to hold on- to have faith?

And so I pray…

May Santa bring me extra faith this year. I have a funny feeling I’m gonna need it.

Charley- do not fail me now! Trust… trust… trust…have faith.

11/28/11

Home today with rain and a case of the sniffles gives me the chance to take stock of where I’ve been and to look forward to where it is I am going. It amazes me to think that soon it will be 2012 and that Charley has been a part of my life for going on three years now. Even more amazing that I once thought finding the shooter was the most important thing I could do for Charley.

Oh what fools we mortals be…

When Charley said that would be just the tip of the iceberg, he wasn’t kidding. Now here we are, three years later and if the last session was on target… five bodies later…that all point towards the energies and directives of one main man and his partners in crime. (This time not only no pun intended… no pun period.)

Grim, perhaps the big hubbub about the year 2012 as being the beginning of the end isn’t all about the Mayan calendar. Maybe it means that it is about the beginning of your end. The end of your era…the end of your freedom and your walking the face of the earth as a supposed pillar of the community.

By the way- you don’t really think people ever bought that ‘holy roller-I’m so honest’ crap about you, did you? Look around Grim. How many true friends do you really have? Can you count them? There are only two left of the four in flannel and you my dear are one of them, soooooooo…the friendship field is pretty thin, isn’t it?

Maybe the two of you should just give up the ghost- Charley’s to be succinct!

Give it up. Go to the authorities and just tell the truth. You might find they will look at you and Albert Einstein and the farmer in the dell with kinder eyes for your compassion to step forward and finally tell everyone your part in these murders. Maybe they will appreciate your candor and your…latent honesty? (Excuse me; I just threw up in my mouth a little bit there!)

Naw…I’m kidding. I just threw up a lot! They are gonna throw the book at you and if not theirs… most certainly mine! So when will you get the message that Charley, Roxanne, Jessica, the MOT and the black night club owner are no longer happy with the way you treated them in life? That even dead- they have unresolved issues that only your turning the hot seat can abate? Sure they forgive you, but you don’t learn anything that way, do you? Karma must be public.

You have much to explain to your maker, Grim. But not as much to the authorities, see…I’ve done a pretty good job for ya already.

Ready?

Let’s count down the days till they knock on your door and say, “Mr. __________? We’re with the ____­_ and we’d like to talk to you about the murder of Charles Gordon Covington and several others. Come with us, sir.”

And then what happens next?

Ah shucks! I don’t have to tell you- you were in law enforcement so you already know!

Have a pleasant day, Grim.

I’m gonna go work on finishing the book. Can’t wait to see how it ends!!!???!!!!

11/25/11

I know I have been missing in action of late and I do apologize, but working full time and going to school has taken all my energies  and so I have given due diligence to those things that have an air of immediacy.

Finals finished…let’s move forward.

In the last message from Charley there was a reference about a ship in the bottle and then something about setting sail. R told me that it was specific to me- that I would understand. She said he presented with his ship in the bottle and that suddenly the waves inside began to swell and overtake the tiny vessel. That piece by piece the mast and bridge of the ship began to break apart and in one fell swoop, the ship was dashed upon the sides- the glass broke open and he was drowning.

Then the connection was made and the ship began to repair itself.

Slowly but surely the mast was returned to its original stature and station. The bridge and rigging regained their place of honor and the glass sealed about its craft and the water rose within the confines of its transparent margins, but no longer threatened.

R told he wanted me to understand the impression- setting sail- sailing away… and I knew what he meant, but was very frightened that this was his way of saying goodbye.  R assured me it was meant for me- as in, “set your sails- now you can sail off into another adventure…” that it meant something wonderful. Tearful at the other end of the phone, I acknowledged the metaphor and did my best to expel a quivering lip, not ready to let him go. She cautioned that I would understand, saying- ‘you know how this works.’ And to be certain I do, but as happy as it made me to think that Charley was now ready to set a new course for his sails…I was overcome with a wave of longing for the days when he used to appear in desperate measures and need my help.

Like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ standing on the platform, with air balloon and passage home waiting… she tugs at the tufts of curls that brandish the chest and shoulders of the Cowardly Lion and says, “I’m gonna miss the way you used to whimper and wail for help” and then kisses the cheek of the noble beast now boasting courage of his own. And that’s the way it felt…like one more letting go in my life- another tear in my heart- another loss.

For a day I wandered mentally about the memories of our journey and tried to be happy for my dear friend. To know that he was finally on his way to where and when he should have been 45 years before and I was sincere in my desire to see his sails swing wide with wind and determination. Still, a part of me wanted to board that ship and go with him so as not to break the bond. (Not in the narcissistic ways of death- simply in the sense of spiritual pursuits.) As he and Hazel left R’s vision-hand in hand and all together… a piece of my heart went with them. I comforted myself that Charley wanted me to set my sails too- that he was freeing me for some great next adventure, but the perceived loss of his heart as my ballast left me without even keel and I tottered for a day or two until…

Two days hence his message, I left my house and began my long ride to work. Annoyed with the same agitating excuse for music as bests our air waves these days, I popped in a CD of old 70’s music- (my glory days) and began to ease into my day. As the sun broke the horizon and the light fell softly on crisp pastures and brittle fences I finally understood the message, as it was delivered in typical Charley style…

Song # 8 on my CD was an old favorite, redone in recent history by Brooks and Dun- a song called “My Maria,” written by Daniel Moore and B. W. Stevenson. As I was singing along, canting the words by route… it suddenly hit me.

I had been listening to this CD, along with various CD selections of Amy Grant, James Taylor and Earth, Wind and Fire the week before and had sung those songs and this song a hundred times in the rotation of my collection on the long rides home; but with my brain focused on finals and work projects I forgot to listen to the words I was singing. But there with brilliant sunrise, hot coffee, Mustang in the wind and a lighter heart I heard the words coming out of my mouth- laughed and then repeated the song another seven times just to hear his message and smile knowing…my Charley had not left me as I supposed. That his message was not meant as goodbye, but thank you.

We are forever…. just as he promised.

“My Maria…

Don’t you know I’ve come a long, long way

I’ve been longin’ to see her, she takes my blues away

Sweet Maria…

The sun light surely hurts my eyes

I’m a lonely dreamer on the highway in the skies

My Maria…

There were some blue and sorrow times

Just my thoughts about you bring back my piece of mind

Gypsy lady…

You’re a miracle work for me

You set my soul free like a ship sailing on the sea…”

It is not just his soul that has been set free- it has been mine as well.

With love…

Finals…

Need I say more?

11/16/11

Much is afoot in the cosmos and tomorrow is the 17^th. I do not know what it is I am supposed to look for, listen for, receive or feel… but I pray that whatever it is brings honor to my efforts and justice to Charley.

I have not forgotten you dear readers, but finals are fast approaching and I cannot keep all the plates spinning if I do not keep my eye on the end game.

Are you anxious Grim?

Charley said this date was significant!

Maybe the farmer will finally give up the ghost- no pun intended- and tell the truth.

Or maybe Albert Einstein will go postal under the pressure of it all and confess.

Or maybe the felon will finally dig up the tire.

Hmmmm….