It Came From Outer Space…

To all my readers and visitors,

It’s an interesting feeling today. I woke up and it’s pouring with rain, very cleansing, which is nice. I’m almost all geared up for the ritual and activities of the day although I’m still deciding if I will take the munchkin out to one of the parties that are going on either at our local grocery store, our apartment complex or the mall. I’m not really sure that he will “get” things yet, but it would be nice to go out and about for a little while, even if I’m not sure that either he or I will dress up.

It’s nothing to do with the fact that we have no makeup mirrors to assist in the donning of fancy grease paints more that he’s too young to really understand the point and I don’t think he would appreciate being put into a duck outfit. I might just let him wear his “Little Devil” shirt and go around. I realize despite all my preparations I somehow neglected to pick up candy, perhaps I can rectify that this morning.

Last year we were out with the munchkin’s grandparents until fairly late and I really didn’t do anything much past honoring our deceased relatives and ancestors with a meal and doing a brief blessing for the new year to come and sweeping out the negative energy from the house. While I generally operate on a “going with the flow and from the heart” with regards to ceremonies and celebrations this year I’m going to do a good deal more for Samhain. It just feels that it’s something I must do, a re-dedication of sorts.

Some of you may have seen my notes and posts yesterday or the state of the site at various stages where it wasn’t actually around just mirroring ami-chan.net or where it was around but there were no posts, content, pages, comments or blogrolls and so on.

Well, thanks once again to the genius and back-ups that drak.net have the site lives, and the content is there, and I now know how to properly make back-ups and properly import things backwards and forwards in MySQL and phpMyAdmin. So, hopefully this will not happen again.

Part of the issue was not my fault, but the fault of a corrupted file and a confusion within cPanel about whether this site really had a redirect and a subdomain, but the hosing of the WP due to lack of back-up file that was me, because I neglected to check the back-up file to see if it really was there properly, which it wasn’t, and deleted and then found out that the back-up file wasn’t correctly saved. The fact that the feeds I have sent to me don’t exist any more, that I’m not sure about. But content fixed, problem fixed, site active. Woohoo!

This is why I stick with drak.net as my host.

Perhaps something ghost related, we’re not sure. Times like this I wish the munchkin could articulate things more clearly. Mum was looking after him last night and he had a late night freak out, and we’re not sure what it was about.

There was apparently something scaring him, but he had no way to explain what it was. He’s done this a few times at night recently and I’m not sure if it’s a nightmare of some sort or something else, visitors that he doesn’t want or need.

I’m going to be going back over the ground rules in the house with everything spirit-wise again I can see it. I’d figured Samhain would be a good time to do that, but it looks as though I’m going to have to do it earlier. I found out last week that there’s a cemetery only a few minutes from us but I’d no idea because it’s not a side street I normally go down, but there it is. I wonder if spirits are being attracted over this way and being nosy.

We went up to St. Augustine this past week. It’s my first visit since 2005 and the first time I had taken my son there.

We had a relatively uneventful visit compared to things that would happen when I was living there, but there was one incident with my son that made me do a bit of a double-take. We were going through the Castillo de San Marco when he started to babble as though he was talking to someone yet my friend and I, and him, were the only ones who were in that particular area.

When we asked him what he was doing or if anyone was there he said, “Wah-war,” I asked him what it was and he said again, “Wah-war, he dead,” I looked around while trying to open my own senses a bit more and saw the sign explaining that the room we were in had been a prison for Native Americans when they were there, automatically this made me think “Wah-war,” might be “warrior” so I asked him and he said, “Yeah, war-rar,” and then mimed someone getting hit and said, “Ow!”

A diaper change later and we found there was a room he didn’t want to go into at all. He cried and shouted and pulled away at one point crawling backwards out of the room.