It was six days between the last entry and the one before that. In between those writings, we experienced a partial lunar eclipse. And during that time, I just couldn’t write. So, I spent more time cleaning out the over-filled garage But let me back up to a few months prior. In May, I had noticed that there was water all over the garage floor. After investigating, I called a plumber who had previously been out to our house. A leak in the upstairs bathroom, which is directly above the water heater, was coming through the ceiling.
After the plumber initially stopped the leak, I asked him to repair some other issues. He worked for a few hours or less each day that he came. And it took him several days stretched over a period of a few weeks to finish the repairs. I decided it felt too awkward to hover or follow him around. I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t trust him. One day, while he was making his back and forth trips to the garage to look for leaks, I had a sudden realization. He was sneaking. I’ve had this knowing many times before and since then, and I’ve never known exactly how to describe it.
So I’ve always just said that I can smell deceit. After I discovered my Human Design profile, I found it interesting that I chose to describe it as smelling rather than feeling. You see, my profile says that smell is my strongest sense. My daughter would agree. She is constantly telling me that my nose is overactive. I saw a news story about a woman who can smell Parkinson’s Disease even in the early stages before diagnosis. I get this. Nurses are taught how to smell keto acidosis. I can also smell candida, cancer and a variety of other things.
But perhaps most importantly, I can smell feeling-emotions. It’s subconscious, you know? It’s natural like breathing. After I began learning astrology, I realized that my natal grand water trine was what made this so easy for me. And my pattern recognition causes me to associate the emotion(s) identified by smell, with certain actions such as deceiving, hiding or sneaking. So on that day, when I first noticed that the plumber was hiding something from me, my mind went into a whir as I tried to figure out what it was that he was concealing.
I suspected he was snooping. And later, I discovered something that seemed to confirm this. I had carefully shut either mostly or fully all the doors to the rooms where he didn’t need to work. I too was concealing something, a partially organized. One of the doors didn’t latch right unless something like a sock was placed into the door jamb. And while he was working one day, I noticed that the sock was lying on the floor beside the open door. My daughter felt sure that the female cat, who is afraid of men, pushed it open while looking for a new place to hide.
And maybe she did. However, it doesn’t seem like she would’ve left the room she was in unless he had snooped in there. Still, I considered a variety of possibilities. Never, though, did I think he was stealing from me during all those trips to the garage. But that changed during those days around the eclipse when I decluttered the garage. It was then that I had a sudden realization. All of my coin jars were missing. I last saw them right before I called the plumber. I remember because I had cleared everything away from around the water heater including those jars.
I felt the familiar pain of betrayal. But first, I felt rage and anger. How dare he? Self-deprecating thoughts arose. How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I follow him around? After all, It was my house. Why did I feel the need to prove I wasn’t suspicious of him by letting him roam free when I was, in fact, suspicious of him? I didn’t cry over what he did, though. I cried after I told a family member who responded with, “I’m sure he didn’t take them. You’ll find them.” I felt like I did when my family didn’t believe Veronica stole the narcotics and scripts.
I felt like I did that day when the police didn’t believe me. Why was it so impossible for me to be believed? I wallowed in self-loathing and self-pity until I had another sudden realization. He hadn’t actually tricked me. I had correctly identified his sneaky energy but I went astray in my attempt to fill in the the story about what it was that he was concealing. If I had simply followed him around as soon as I felt the sneaky energy, he couldn’t have stolen from me. But then I realized something. He proved I wasn’t crazy. I knew he was up to something!
Only sometimes do I get to see proof of my hunches. The jars of coins which he likely carried out one at a time in his tool bag during all those back and forth trips to the garage, was a small price to pay in exchange for confirmation that my nose accurately identified the smell of deceit. And I don’t have to be in the vicinity of someone to smell deception. I smelled it during the vision where Tyrone was peeking around the dresser. In general, It isn’t just deception I can smell from anywhere, though.
I watched a TikTok video of a house fire in Hawaii. Partway through the clip, I was hit by the fiery smell of smoke. Another time, back when I was eighteen or nineteen, I was watching an old western movie with an elderly patient. Dust was flying everywhere out from under the horses’ hooves as they raced down a dirt road. The smell of it was overwhelming and I began sneezing at the sight of it. All of this and more made me have another sudden realization. In addition to my third eye, I think I have a third nostril. Or, is that the same thing as clairalience?