🪑 The Table Heard Me
Donna After Dark | Watcher Logbook Reflection | December 24, 2025
💫 Lake Ronkonkoma → LRC → Mount Sinai | Node 35
"God is working."
That’s what I said to myself walking up the stairs after everything.
Not to be dramatic.
Just… to name it.
Because that’s what I saw all night long — in the subtle shifts, the silent affirmations, the stillness that pulsed louder than the noise.
🛣️ The Route That Wasn't Random
I wasn’t planning on circling Lake Ronkonkoma.
But I took a wrong turn — and found myself back at the lake where I spent my earliest years.
The boys were in the car. The air was still. The energy was different.
I pointed to my old preschool and casually said, “That’s where I went.”
The car was quiet…
But I wasn’t.
Because something inside me knew:
This was a return.
🎭 Holiday Harmony & The Art of Holding Your Frequency
We do Christmas the way a lot of people do:
Make it nice, show up, blend the timelines.
I’ve been the only one walking in solo for 5 years. I do it because my kids deserve both parents.
But that doesn’t mean it’s easy. Or natural. Or mutual.
Sometimes the energy in the room gets murky.
Sometimes you’re being brilliantly tolerated instead of authentically seen.
Sometimes you speak the truth at the table — not to start a fire, but to stop the slow burn.
This year, I didn’t yell. I didn’t spiral. I just… held the line.
My mother even spoke up. The energy shifted again.
And I let it.
Because it needed to.
💄 Aunt Fran, Aliens, and Accidental Dossier Leaks
She told me she watches my videos — but not always for the reasons I think.
“Sometimes I don’t even know what’s going on, but I stare at your makeup.”
Then she looked me in the eye and said:
“What the hell is going on? Because I look out my window and I see lights. I see crafts.”
I just smiled.
Because the veil was obviously not off-duty.
Later, another cousin leaned in and asked:
“What is The Dossier?”
So I told her.
Just enough.
I’m not hiding anymore — but I also know when to give the real ones access.
🎲 The Dice & The Download
We played a game.
And when it was my turn, I shook the dice and said:
“It doesn’t matter what I roll — I always win in the end.”
I said it out loud.
With him there.
With them there.
Because it was true.
And the table heard me.
🧍♂️ The Son Came Back
He went to Midnight Mass.
He texted me to say he was on his way.
He called to check if the door was open.
He said thank you.
He said I love you.
And when I hugged him…
He let me.
I held him like I did when he was little — head to chest, no resistance.
And I whispered:
“Just because I’m rocking you doesn’t mean you’re not a man.”
🕯️ Final Note: The Walk Upstairs
As I left him for the night, I climbed the stairs in silence.
No music.
No drama.
Just one phrase repeating in my head:
“God is working.”
Again.
And again.
Like a pulse under my breath.
Like static in the air.
Like a download of peace I didn’t expect — but absolutely recognized.
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