Santos

This story surfaces in my life at unexpected times. I'm not sure what exactly Spurs it on but I would imagine that those reading this blog might understand the night visitors.  The night visitors are the Angels that visit us when we are truly resigned, when we've really checked out of body and our minds have finally stopped with the incessant chatter. I always thought they were the 3 kings in a sense, that each of us is that purity, that being, a Christ child in a manger, I think it's only then that these visitors can come and tell us or show us clues about something that has happened and give us some sense of it.
Santos was a day spirit.  I had just moved into a new home as a 30 something single man and felt a sense of place in my life, that I reached a success point of achievement and something very big was going to happen. It's not that I really knew this or felt this or was really conscious of it at all but there was this ongoing undercurrent of intention I guess out of a better word that I remember when I look back at it now.

I was unpacking some boxes and was truly in the moment and in my own head of whatever it was that I was doing. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and not only did the knock make me jump because of the sudden noise that broke my trance, but moral because this house was at the top of a very steep hill off a road that not many would ever use to solicit.  I was weeks old in Connecticut as well, so it wasn't like a friend was dropping by either. As I walked to the open glass storm door I only removed yellow warm golden light beaming in. The light seemed to tint everything it touched with a golden powdery gleam. I didn't see anyone there, but when I got to the door this small boy about 4 foot tall was standing there and he was selling something, I want to say seeds but I'm not sure. It seems to be what I remember, at least.

Anyway I talked with the little boy,circled some choices, gave him 10 dollars and then he just disappeared. Can't explain it but he was just gone by the time I turned around. I assumed he just cut left or right to get the other neighbor but upon looking both ways didn't see him. There was no one walking down the steep hillside or driveway either. I went to bed that night and then realized that santos, although in child form was a saint who had come to tell me that everything was going to be alright. I knew it immediately then and have always remembered it.  No he never came back by the way, with seeds or change or any other messages.  I've taken it that that one was enough.