HollowGraham

The other day I was watching a video from Ralph. The next moment... someone called to complete her reservation. Susan was her name and as she was providing her email. Her words... "Forever_yours" echoed in my mind. It has taken me some time to get use to reality as it is. Speaking to your loved ones on the telephone was a common modality. But now... Now matter just doesn't matter. He showed me this by switching to the voice of a lady named Susan.

Just like that, he jumped from a video conference to the voice of a woman. Forever yours were the words he always wanted me to remember. I thought.. How beautiful... To be loved so deeply that one could send a message through time. Through different components of time. Through matter. A message of love that arrived just at the perfect moment in time.

As I was heading to the bank to complete our deposit, I noticed that one of the checks had an incorrect amount entered. The unit number was 497. I now realize that not only are words something that we read, but we also communicate with numbers. The numbers are messages of love too. That was just daddy saying "I'm checking in". 4 equivalent to love and 97 was just his signature. 497. Love, signed Daddy.

I went to the bank and handed over the deposit ticket. It was wrapped all in one black bag and slid over to the teller box that had an amethyst crystal inside.

The teller looked around and showed me that all she had was one check of $161 dollars. I'll just run back to the office to make sure I didn't leave the cash there. Little mistakes happen all the time.

I checked the counters to see if I could find the missing cash. All the while I was thinking... "I know I put the cash in the envelope. Did I lock the door when I stopped at the gas station to get cigarettes? Did someone pull the cash out of the envelope while I was in the store?" Drive safely my dear, I heard Big Ed reminding me. Thoughts change into reality fairly quickly here. No.. I calmed myself and said. The store doesn't have a thing to do with the missing money. Lets not add more to the story than what we already see.

"It will all work out" I heard Daddy whisper to my heart.

I headed back to the bank thinking that maybe with time, the missing money would just show back up on the counter. I kept wondering, How in the world do they keep making money disappear like this? Could someone of grabbed the money at the gas station? The thought played on repeat like someone pushed the rewind button on a dvd player. Nooo. I am sure that's exactly how the other world was created where people lived in fear locking their doors wherever they went. You see, the moment you allow those thoughts in and build a base around that reality then that's the world you will begin to live in. That's what daddy was trying to show me.

I pulled around to the side parking space of the bank and waited in the parking lot. As I waited. Two gentlemen walked up the sidewalk heading to the bank themselves. They looked like they could have been father and son. I watched the one younger man go into the bank while the older man sat on the steps right in front of the car. Ugh.. I thought. Why does he got to sit right here in front of me?

I sat and watched the old man sitting outside the bank. Patrick, why are you here? No.. I don't want to see you right now. Instantly, the man put his head down and as he did I noticed his nose. I could recognize that old big nose anywhere and I realized that it was my granddaddy Fleet and Ed hiding in an old man's costume. This hollow graham world is going to be something to get use to for sure. I sat there and ate my chips as I finished listening to a meditation on forgiveness. There are programs available at all times to help each new being get adjusted to the new world. Forgiveness was the program I was assigned to today. The old man soon went inside with his son and shortly later, came out and walked away. But I felt comfort in being able to see my grandfather's faces.

I pulled back up to the window and noticed that the lady was holding her heart as she was talking to me. The teller handed over the receipt to the deposit that she was able to process. You see.. Without speaking a word, she was reminding me ever so gently to think with my heart and to not allow all of the distractions from all of your emotions to change the way you view reality. That anger monkey can be something serious when he gets loose.

The teller told me she would give me a call if for some reason the cash popped up later on that day. I told her thank you and headed back to the store.

A nice lady rented unit number 6 and decided to pay for the next month’s rent while also purchasing a wardrobe box. I first recognized her as Abraham. A counselor that assists in helping newbies adjust to the new reality. I listened to her often as she also reminds me of my grandmother Marybelle. As Val proceeded with her rental, she started talking about Mercury retrograde and things of that nature which let me know that it was Abraham that I was talking too. Along with the flash of her hollow graham body revealing her true identity for the moment.

I continued on doing the work chores for the store, later deciding to take a break and listen to another video that Ralph sent. It was now later in the afternoon, but just as I started the video... the bank calls.

I wanted to call and tell you that there was another commercial deposit at the same time that you made yours. I found the missing cash. I was so tickled that the money was found. She thanked me for my patience, but at that moment, I realized that maybe.. Maybe this whole scene was teaching me about balance, patience, and love.

It was teaching me about trust, and well. Trusting home. Teaching me how to recognize speculation and to focus on truth. It always works out, just as it is suppose to work out. Thank you, I whispered silently to all that were involved.

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We got busy a while, but I soon hit a slow period and walked to the bathroom to relieve myself. Aww shucks.. I had to pee. As I looked down, I realized that I had done bled through my darn panties. Even with 2 pads on and 2 pair of panties, I had still bled through on my light brown Khaki pants. Aww Man!!! Oh well... I thought. I'll just tie my jacket around my waste.

Mr. Rober finished up and stopped by the office on his way out of the facility. He said.. "Mind if I leave the uhaul sitting here while I do some running". I said. Sure.. That is just fine.

After he left I went outside on the golf cart to smoke a cigarette. I was needing to slow down anyways and give myself a break. As I sat there I wondered what picture was on this uhaul van. They usually paint some pretty amazing art on the the sides of their trucks. What's the message here?

Ooops, well by George, while I was in the middle of all of this out pops the coolest dude in a big white truck.. His name was Jef. Kinda perfect because it reminded me of what Daddy said."I am in the air". It’s almost like as I go through each motion, each revelation, different signals go off in the air and more love just pours down from Heaven. Heaven, right here on Earth. Jef, the new renter's last name was LieBe. Isn't that funny! Grandma is still a hoot!! Daddy called her Bert and as momma always says. Don't ever say that you are telling a lie... It's called a story. So the message through his name was "Tell the story, signed Bert."

As I sat on the golf cart again, trying to finish my cigarette I got a chance to take a peek at the blue colored picture on the side of the uhaul. It was a picture of some sort of space craft looking thing with the words Venture America on the top left corner. On the bottom of the picture the words deep rover were printed. I laughed and said.. Ahhh you all made a funny as I thought about my soiled pants from my period blood.

Red Rover Red Rover, bring Mary right over. I giggled as I chanted the words to the childhood game we use to play in Mills River.

As I went back inside the office I thought. My goodness. Little Beaver was the one driving the van and well. His name for some reason made me think of the Hopi Indian creation story of Turtle Island. I think it was because the beaver and the muskrat look like the same thing. We just call them something a bit different.

My God I thought. It is real!!! You see, in the creation story. All of the animals of the kingdom went down inside the land of water searching for soil. Each animal that tried dove as deep as possible but could only come up with water. But the muskrat went deep inside of the earth and stayed down there so long that the other animals in the kingdom didn't think he would make it back. One day the muskrat showed back up with soil in its grasp and soil was exactly what was on my pants lol! My goodness the universe is so funny in ways that you wouldn't, couldn't or think you shouldn't imagine, but... Yes ma'am you all sure did!

The units are like treasure chest. Each one opens up a different room. A different surprise in reality. How beautiful is that. Well today... Number 254 revealed the locket deep inside our hearts. The creation story of Turtle Island.

The soil was placed on the turtles back and the world began a new. How did the muskrat dive so deep and bring up soil?

She read the energy around her with the help of her family. Just like in the story that is being told now, It could not of happened by the muskrat doing what it was doing alone. There were so many people in the kingdom involved in telling the beautiful story of love and working together as one. It's through reading the rainbows walking around here on the ground. Each one of us, that we continue to move forward as one beautiful love in this paradise we call Earth.

Little Beaver who was driving the uhaul had a last name of McClellnd. How perfect is that?

An MC at a radio station is the one that handles the Mike and plays the records.

Cl is the abbreviations for clear.

El in Spanish is another word for the word The

and Land.. Well that is just plan and simple.. Land

In the new world. Coding is important, it is how we speak to one another without speaking to one another.

Dave sent me an air message as soon as I realized this asking me if the landscapers had arrived today. Yes sir! The muskrat found soil as Mike says ...The land is all clear!