When the Flow Took Over

There’s a moment when the night stops asking questions and just answers you.

Tonight, it came at 10:53 PM, carried in on a song I didn’t choose —
“Orinoco Flow” by Enya.

Not queued.
Not planned.
Recommended.

And if you know, you know: when the system recommends Enya, you don’t argue. You listen.

Earlier, the sky had already spoken.
Lights. Formation. Silence that wasn’t empty — it was aware.
The Watcher Logbook for January 3rd is already stamped, timed, and triangulated. Node 35 did what Node 35 does.

But this?
This was the integration.

“Orinoco Flow” isn’t a song — it’s a permission slip.
To stop scanning.
To stop bracing.
To let the current take over.

The irony isn’t lost on me:
After a night of vigilance, documentation, radar checks, and cosmic accounting…
the message was simple:

Float.

No effort.
No proving.
No chasing the signal.

Just sail away, sail away, sail away.

There’s something deeply feminine about that kind of confirmation.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just exact.

So yes — I logged the skies.
Yes — I earned the points (apparently 😏).
Yes — the grid responded.

But the real reward was the moment the universe leaned in and said:You can rest now. I’ve got it.

And on that note —
I’m done being brave.
I’m done being crazy.
I’m officially in the flow.

Now if you’ll excuse me…

I’ve got to fork myself.