To get the full gist of this weirdness, please refer to my previous entry, Bizarre Burglar.

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Got up this morning at 6:30, thinking immediately of the incident which occurred 2 days ago.  That in itself is a lesson, for I do not consider the incident worthy of that kind of ongoing attention, and yet... there it was.

Put the dogs outside, came to the computer and sat down, only to hear the dogs start barking wildly a few minutes later.  Went outside and looked around, saw nothing.  Walked all perimeters, still nothing.  And yet, the dogs continued barking... and it was only THEN that I saw a car parked next to my driveway, and a woman on foot right up at the fenceline.  At the distance I was located (at least 150 feet), I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, so I crouched down in a chapparal bush to watch. 

She knelt down at the fence, and seemed to be attempting to lift something, but on closer observation, I relized she was actually pulling something underneath the fence, lifting it with some amount of difficulty, then taking it to load it up in her car.  This process was repeated 3 times while I covertly watched. Couldn't help wondering if "Charlene" had been back and had stacked her ill-gotten gains over by the fence, and that this was now her accomplise.  Occurred to me at that point to burst out of the bushes like a wild woman and go charging forward, but instead because my seeing could not find the link between Charlene and this woman, I simply stood up and walked over to the fenceline to confront the woman.

And again, the symbolism wasn't lost, and though circumstances were different and the location on the property was different, here I was confronting a woman with her on one side of a wooden fence and myself on the other.  I thought of cycles of energy, patterns of behavior, the mating habits of owls (well, it crossed my mind, so I noted it).

This woman was different from Charlene in every way.  No junkie aura about her.  Older woman, probably mid 50s, casually dressed, and she actually had a car.  When I asked if I could help her, she said her driveway had been washed away in the flash flood on Sunday and that she was gathering rocks to fill in the holes.  I immediately saw this as truth, and commented briefly on our own woes from the storm, including our own dearly departed driveway to the west.  She was friendly enough, but cautious of me - can't say I blame her, as I was carrying my staff, though I had leaned it on the fence so as not to be intimidating.

We talked for less than a minute altogether, hitting the highlights of the storm, and I mentioned that the only reason I came out was because of what had happened 2 days ago, re "Charlene."  The woman apologized for disturbing the dogs, got in her car, and was on her way.  Straightforward, tendrils of awareness aligning with what had been exchanged - nothing terribly weird about it.  She was telling the Truth.

... only one bizarre note to all of this.  The south side of my property where she was picking up rocks faces an empty field that is FULL of rocks.  So what?  Well, that being the case, why was she pulling rocks out from underneath my fence when there is an entire world of rocks here in the desert that are not on someone else's property?  Because of the storm, there are also TONS of rocks (literally) in the washes which adjoin directly to the road.  Again - why not just pilfer rocks from the wash?

Can't help but smile.  While I don't consider myself an "owner" of rocks (rather like fleas arguing over who owns the dog), they WERE on my property, and in hindsight it seems just kinda funny and strange, and at this point I am convinced it is no coincidence. 

A test of awareness, perhaps?  Who's to say?  With "Charlene", I can only say that my tendrils of awareness (deep logic, if you prefer) were out of kilter throughout the entire exchange.  To a seer, this meant, simply, she was lying, obfuscating, creating a stealth haze.  The incident today with Rock Woman was altogether different, and as a seer, I knew she was neither lying nor attempting to steal.  To her perceptions, she was just gathering rocks to fix her driveway.

And yet... the nagual has a bizarre sense of humor, and I am left wondering why the hunting and gathering process was occurring on my property when other rocks were displaced in the storm and looking for good homes.  Curiouser & curiouser...

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