I posted earlier today about the various inventive ways we are helping each other to wake up. Here’s another one. Music. Song It’s what got us all going in the ’60s.
My dear friend Claudia, with whom I traveled to Thailand a few months ago, writes:
You may have seen this.
The subject is vibrating. It’s in the collective wind.
Ten years plus ago a jeweler with a store next to ours appeared to be
being consumed by the information he was listening to. That reptilian
people would conspire to kill off our population and reassign wealth both
in private and public domain seemed so fantastically evil my belief was suspended
as if hanging from above my head on acute alert . . . absorbing. The fantastic has
become clearly common.
I believe the human people will move now in ways surprising and unpredictable by those
who take part in the orchestration of destruction for their own satisfaction.
The root chakra has been activated.
I didn’t intend to write this. It might be for your blog.