“It’s 3 am, do you know where your children are?”—A take on the old ad campaign. Remember? It was actually 10 pm, more reasonable, I suppose. The purpose was to encourage all of us to be good parents.
Next time you are up at exactly 3 am, try asking, “Do I know where I am?” It’s the perfect time of day for the question. It’s the fourth watch. And lately, this waking at 3 has been a common occurrence with me
If you do wake up in the night, take a look at the time. It likely could be very precise, or fall between 3 and 4 am.
Turns out the Roman breakdown of the time of day is divided into “watches.” This is also the reason for calling the timepiece on our wrist, a “watch.”
From 6 pm to midnight is the first watch, the next is midnight to 1, which is the second watch. From 1 until 2 is the 3rd and from 3 until 6 am. is the fourth watch. And here is when God might be knock, knock, knocking on heavens’s door, from His side to yours!
I am using God pronouns, and personification here, but that’s not of issue. What this translates to me personally is simply my experience with a phenomena that is having some sort of an affect. A positive one.
Turns out I am not the only one with significant “conversations” at this hour. Of course I am not. I am a human, and we are designed for this. I need a good talking to from the higher realms, and by golly I’m going to get it when the lights are out and there are no other distractions!
Despite my early church upbringing, I had no idea, until I looked it up, that the Bible tells all sorts of stories, from Christ and disciples walking on water, when? The fourth watch! To Jacob wrestling with angels before dawn.
It is perhaps the quietest time of our 24 hour period. And, we know, don’t we? It must be still in order to encounter the I AM. How difficult to have silence and stillness during the other watches. This is why I have come to welcome wakefulness at that hour. I just lay there. Not a sound, not a movement.
Like everything else about our “false self,” the programmed self says, “Oh no, I can’t sleep, this is terrible!” Then the tossing and the turning, and the worrying begins. Followed by the pacing, and the pottying and trying to read something, and all that nonsense.
Not for me. I just lay there.
Four days ago, I was laying there in silence. And I “heard” this. Stop drinking. You need to be sober for the days ahead.
It sort of made me laugh that things have gotten so bad that I need to STOP drinking. Usually when things are bad it, “Drives you to drink!”
Nonetheless, when I woke up the next day, I was done with it. No more brewery or wine tours just for the pure fun of an outdoor high! No more grabbing a cold one right when I start reading a disturbing substack about Dr. Richard Day and his prophetic talk in 1969 about the Globalist agenda and the use of mind control over the next 30 years.
No more nightcap to drown out the competing voices of, “What is mine to do in this madness? What is going to happen next that I can’t control, and how will my family fare in the Big Ugly—the disintegration of systems; medical, financial, judicial…?”
I fix some golden milk before bed, turmeric and coconut milk, warmed up, I listen to some Gregorian chants, say my prayers and in my imagination I think about the controllers, the “programmers,” the elite, the oligarchs, call them what you will, (naming them and knowing them is still one of our tasks)— the ones who got into our minds before we knew what was happening, before our parents could defend against them, before we lost our innocence, before we capitulated in small ways to get along, before we faced what we now face…because we now know.
I think about them, and I imagine them wide-eyed, mystified, baffled and yes, afraid!
Why? Because they are losing ground. Yes, I do believe they are. More and more and more humans are waking in the middle of the night and asking the question, “Where am I?” Literally WAKING UP!
Some of us are becoming sober, losing our addictions.
Some of us are gaining strength and confidence and knowledge to care for our own bodies through proper food and structured water, through movement, connection with nature on the daily, while always showing respect and care.
Some are noticing that there is no freedom in living the life of Riley. Sleeping in a hammock, taking pills for ills, eating fast food, being a programmed couch potato—taking the easy route. “For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and only a few find it.”
THIS is what they were counting on. They want “only the few” to survive. Everyone else can go.
When humans wake up to our true selves, the “need” to be controlled is gone, and the ability to control us becomes an impossibility.
The jig’s up. We are not going to fall for it anymore. We did once, long ago…
The first thing we will not believe is that we are separated from source. Picture poor Adam and Eve, shamed and damned, running into the woods. Fallen creatures in the Garden, unable to “face God.” Hiding in the woods.
“Where are you?” love asks. But, instead of just saying, here I am…I’m sorry please forgive me. I forgot I was love and to love always,” humans just kept hiding, and building walls, and driving wedges, and erecting philosophical and scientific structures to keep us from facing who we really are—love.
And this left us vulnerable. To whom? The controllers.
I, perhaps like you, spend a lot of time reading substack, watching videos, listening to podcasts. There is much there that I want to know. There is much that I do not want to know. I take it as it comes. I cry.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. I pray my false self dies, before I wake…at 3 am (I’m ready for the next message)—my soul to take.
It's only been four days...But, yes.
I haven’t drunk for forty years. 3am is a very sacred time. The energy of the universe then is very high. Get up and dance, chat shit with your dreaming, and listen to questions. Your life can be so bad that sober joy is your only way through.