Story 42: Goodbye Camelot – Hello Blessing

The Nine-Year Completion

After twelve total years of calling our beloved caravan, Camelot, home—including nine years anchored deep inside the coordinates of the Perth Vineyards Holiday Park—our nine-year numerological cycle was entirely complete. The energy inside the container was full. It was time to let her go.

Our priority list had re-sorted itself: increased, absolute privacy had become our number one non-negotiable metric.

The precise timing of this relocation was already being beautifully broadcast onto the hyper-dimensional screen of my external life. First, our eldest son changed addresses. Immediately after, our daughter moved in quick succession. The matrix was flashing a clear signal that a total structural shift was imminent for Nathan and me.

Nathan and I sat down and mapped out our non-negotiable parameters for a rental property. Beyond the standard requirement of a two-bedroom, two-bathroom layout, it had to possess one highly specific, non-standard structural asset: an extra-high garage clearance door to easily house our tall Nissan Patrol with its roof racks.

Rosa-Silas knew the exact coordinate of the target and wasted no time pointing my feet and fingers directly toward it.

The manifestation played out as a sudden, sharp impulse to type our exact parameters into the search engine of Realestate.com. I hit enter. Exactly one single result blinked back on the screen.

A lovely two-bed, two-bath cottage, featuring an extra-high garage clearance door explicitly advertised right there in the written description. A smug, knowing smile erupted across my face. There was no endless, agonizing searching required here. The simulation had pre-rendered the asset.

Even better still, the weekly rent was an unbelievable $250 per week—a full $30 less than the site fees we were currently paying to park our own caravan. I submitted our online application instantly. On Friday, we attended the home open alongside roughly twenty other prospective tenants.

The Gumtree Flash-Sale

Nathan suggested we advertise Camelot on Gumtree, a popular online classifieds marketplace.

I drafted a highly detailed advertisement the very next morning, launching it online right as we were walking out the door to go furniture shopping. I claircognizantly knew that the van's unique, custom-designed, L-shaped triple bunk beds would instantly close the deal for the right buyer.

Sure enough, we were no more than five minutes down the road when my mobile phone began lighting up. It was the new owner of Camelot. The triple bunks for their children was the exact structural feature that had arrested their attention.

As I waited a week for the real estate agency to formally confirm what my heart already knew, I shored up my baseline frequency by writing extensive lists of my favorite aspects of both properties.

The Magic of the Master 22 Site

My favorite aspects of Camelot were rooted in the absolute freedom she provided for my Life Path 5 and Nathan’s Maturity 5 blueprints.

She was generously proportioned and intensely comfortable. Our hot water utility operated seamlessly on both gas and electricity, which was incredibly handy during blackouts, as did our three-way refrigerator running off a 12-volt battery system.

Vacuuming, mopping, and dusting took next to no time compared to a standard brick house, which translated into one very important, immensely valuable biological advantage: I could spend the vast majority of my day outside, simply being, and grounding my high-voltage Master 11 frequency safely into the earth.

In the very beginning, our Master 22 site was nothing but raw, barren dirt. That life-giving contrast launched an immediate, intense desire within me for lush green grass. I reveled in hours upon hours spent entirely outdoors. My bare feet and my soul completely lost track of time as I stood watering, mowing the lawn every four days, or hand-clipping the perfect, razor-sharp edges.

One afternoon, the corporate head office executives were conducting a walking inspection of the park grounds. My neighbor later relabeled the scene for me: one of the executives stopped dead in his tracks, leaning all the way down to physically touch my grass just to verify it was real. My heart swelled with an immense wave of pride.

I loved the hours spent sitting outside in our annex, particularly on warm summer weekend mornings. The rich aroma of freshly mowed grass would permeate the quiet air. Nathan sat directly opposite me in our giant moon chairs. I held my favorite tea in one hand, and a thick slab of rye sourdough toast slathered in real Mainland butter and Mayver's peanut butter in the other. That wide, expansive, unobstructed view of the rural paddocks behind us combined to make my heart sing.

I loved being outside under the vast night sky in our inflatable bath tub. We were surrounded by a deliberate circle of tea lights and blanketed by millions of twinkling stars. I ran unlimited free hot water from the hose connected to our private outdoor ensuite tap, maintaining the water at an absolute, perfect temperature. We were fully protected by privacy lattice screens and swaying palm trees, with a light perfectly positioned to illuminate the raw beauty of the sentinel eucalyptus tree towering over our site.

And last of all, I loved being outside in the dead-quiet night air, perched perfectly upright upon our massage table, watching the horizon completely mesmerized as a majestic full moon rose into the sky. Or simply taking a seat on the top step of our ensuite bathroom, still damp from a hot shower, air-drying completely naked under the cosmos while listening to the heavy, high-voltage external hum vibrating through the wires of the giant electrical transmission towers lined up across the wide-open paddock behind our caravan.

I had been listening to that external hum for an exact numerological cycle of nine years—systematically preparing my biology for the internal 963 Hz hum that was to switch on next, under the Master 33 energy of Blessing.