It's clear and cold, and a bright moon shines on the forest floor and through the still bare trees before the full vegetation of Spring. I will able to walk without a flashlight that might be seen by neighbors. I will carry a Bowie knife on my belt, and I will have an axe handle in my left arm for both stability of walking and defense in case a local bear or coyotes are offended by me in their night space.
I am so glad to be finally going to what is supposed to be the right place. I am so sorry for being so slow all of these years and not realizing I was seeing an overlay of the paths that go through that land. Or, that I did not go back up to that place above the boulders on the top of the hill.
It is 23:54 and I am having a tea and getting dressed. See you soon, everyone.
A fruitless middle of the night trek through the crunching suburban forest on private property. I was gone for 40 minutes. I sat still on the ground for 25 minutes at the top of the hill. I spoke aloud, many things about me and the experiment. I frightened the foxes that live on that knoll, I am sure.
I will go up there again.
Then, if nothing is achieved, I will presume delivery of anything I am to gain, besides discovery credit for nothing anyone will believe, is forthcoming in my life and out of my control at this time.
