Just on time...

I've been sitting with my own presence for some time tapping into what's unfolding next. The message was very clear- It's the end of the world (as we know it)...even catch on some astonishing ways of how it's going to be translated to society, possibly bearing much bitterness in the realization, that there is no Santa Claus...

You put it so nicely: "hope is the non-acceptance of what is"

I am feeling this sweet/bitter realization as the society is inevitably opening up to the very truth of it's own existence.

Reading your text, yet another spark of this cosmic drama is igniting this fire of my very own soul to take part in this last chapter of exiting the cocoon of our civilization, while admiring the buterfly that is just about to emerge.

I am just remembering how to fly, it seems like being ingrained in my own being...