I was having a house built-- a vacation home of sorts in what was like a large condo complex. I'd purchased the place years ago, but it was being developed in phases and they were just beginning the foundation work on the section where my unit would be. Anyways-- I noticed that they had not run a conduit for a cable/internet feed to my utility room and as they were just about to pour the cement foundation and floor, I pointed this out to the project overseer, but he waved it off saying it was too late. So I went myself and got the 1" conduit and ran it myself from the central hub to where my communication room would be built, knowing that future connectivity was a critical need for me. I ran a pull string inside the pipe, so that it would be easy to later pull the fiberoptic cable through.
Then, much later I found myself looking at the whole project from above, like a bird's eye view from a drone or helicopter that took off from my house and I could survey the land below, seeing everything from a distance as a kind of overview. There was a large distribution center of sorts-- like one of those huge Amazon warehouses and seeing this as a kind of control center for everything below I set out from my house, driving in my truck to this place, where I intended to return a case of Bud Light that I had sitting around, but no intention of drinking. It was a 12-pack and I took it to the distribution center and asked to exchange it-- which they were willing to do, but while I was waiting for that to happen- different floors and different departments and paperwork required and so on, I saw a man from the construction site who I recognized as one of the workers who provided the needed communication cable, pulling it through the conduit I'd installed. I called to him and asked him if he had the pull string I'd provided as I'd like it back-- and he called to another to bring this out too. A young man eventually did come out with it and asked if it was the string I was looking for... It was and as I went to take it from his hand he pulled back and asked me for money. I was a little bewildered, but unwilling to give him money for what was mine and so I protested, but he scurried back into the warehouse, taking my pull line with him.
So I called for the other man again, and he played stupid now-- like he didn't even know what I was talking about when I told him what happened and asked him to retrieve my pull string. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and demanded to speak to his boss and roughly dragging him along like this, we proceeded into a courtyard of sorts where some kind of corporate event was taking place. Everyone we encountered in the crowd of people I asked-- "Are you his boss? Are you his boss?" -as we bounced along through the throng of people. Finally as we approached the stage there was a group of folks, finely dressed who were about to go up on stage for some sort of rally, or presentation... a long line of leaders, or dignitaries I suppose and this guy identified one of the women who was among those heading up on stage as his boss. I had someone approach her to tell her that there was a situation that demanded her attention, so she excused herself from the stage group and came down the stairs to talk to me. The rest of the stage group began the meeting with the pledge of allegiance.
But this woman-- she was different. Piercing blue eyes, and a disarming smile-- she was of a different kind-- sort of one of those ladies who might fancy herself as what some might call a psychic-- something I'm naturally inclined to just dismiss, but she led me out into a garden area and sat down at a picnic table and bid me to sit beside her there. Like 'the Oracle' in the Matrix she looked intently at me, into my eyes with hers and she said-- 'Now tell me about these old women.' I said-- 'I don't know any old women, I don't know what you are talking about, but her query unnerved me for some reason and I almost fell over as I was trying to get my legs over the bench to sit at this picnic table.
As I began to tell the long story of my missing pull string and the circumstances of it and her employees-- the supervisor guy that I had first spoken with at the warehouse- came walking up and presented a new pull line. This one was of a high-quality and better construction than the one I'd had, and he told us that I could have this better line as a replacement for the one they had taken from me. He said it was also a measuring line and that it was more than 4000 feet long, some of it of a strong, braided webbing material and the remainder string like the one I had provided. I accepted this offer and the boss-lady stood up suddenly and pronounced all- 'Good' and she quickly walked away. I went hurrying after her to thank her and apologize for interrupting her meeting, but catching up to her she had plopped herself down in a small puddle or the edge of a pond beside an old lady whom I recognized as someone I knew from Boston who is long passed. The boss lady was in a kind of a trance, but she raised her hands toward me and I took both of her hands in mine and in this way she again locked eyes with me— and said, “Your mother is Pearl.” — and indeed that was my mother’s name. The old woman from Boston beside her was named Lilian and I’d met her many years ago around 2004 in a prophecy form. I knew her by her username- Ummie, and she was kind of the forum mother figure.
Instantly I understood what two old women the boss lady was referencing when I first sat down at the picnic table with her. She was giving me a gift of remembrance.
