Charlie wakes up to a blaring alarm….
He gets up right away with no fatigue and a zesty aggression to his step.
*BOOP*
He is teleported to his work as if all the getting ready seemingly just happens each day with no recollection of it actually transpiring.
A message for Charles (as his mom would professionally refer to him) is broadcast through the air with his task for today by headquarters.
Charlie’s task is to do maintenance on the warehouse!
Charlie is nervous about all the stories told of this work site but the strange thing is he has no recollection of where he actually heard the stories.
As if the stories were already a pre-downloaded data collection.
As Charlie approaches the airplane hangar-sized warehouse there is a deafening pulse emanating off it.
Before the entry access point a sign reads…
*DANGER-DANGER-DANGER Fast Moving Objects. Abundance of radiation energies. Possible Destructive Substances.*
Charles! His name is once more broadcasted through the air detailing what maintenance needs to be done within the warehouse.
He must repair a rocking chair?
Confused and unsure of how all this is connected, he has to get to work.
Charlie approaches the main doors and as they swing open……..
He is pushed back bit by the sheer abundance forcing him out like a bouncer at a club.
Charlie persists as it is his duty.
What Charlie sees when he enters is nothing short of a cosmic psychedelic view.
It looks like violent energy waves rotating around a singular point as a tornado would a vacant field.
This tornado of pure energy gives off a purple ambiance and aggressive rotations.
“Who is sitting there in the middle!” Charlie exclaims.
“CHARLES Maintenance on the rocking chair is required!” broadcasted once more from Headquarters.
For what felt like days Charlie pushed through the harsh wind in a poncho and hiking boots….
Charlie doesn’t remember putting this on.
Though it had been only 10 minutes to walk to the center of the warehouse through the strong tornado winds of energy, it felt like days had passed.
Entering the center of the storm there sits a man in a rocking chair with a book in his hands and a dark figure standing near by.
The Man calls out, “Hey! Are you Charlie?”
The Man gestures to his chair… “My rocking chair stopped rocking and I have too much on my hands to figure it out, so if you could help me out.”
Charlie slowly walking over feels this strong vibe coming from the dark figure standing by, as if ready and willing to do the dirty work if called upon and given fair reason to act.
The Man has a smile and seems genuine.
Charlie remembers hearing of a few stories of this man…
Unsure of where Charlie heard this, he knows that this man in the owner of the company Charlie works for.
Once Charlie realized who this is, he rushes over. “Right Away Sir!”
“No need for the sir,” says the man, chuckling. “Everyone has a role and they are all equally important.”
“What seems to be the issue with the rocking chair?” asks Charlie.
“I can’t seem to find my rhythm and for me to maintain this energy from losing control I need my rhythm to continue with no interruptions.”
Charlie now realizes The Man is the source of the energy here!
The Man explains that the reason he is so successful is because he has mastered this seemingly untamable force within himself.
Learning its ways and keeping it all in check. The Rhythm helps sustain the balance.
*BOOP*
Charlie wakes up to a blaring alarm….
He gets up right away with no fatigue and with a zesty aggression to his step.
Mr. Sods 