As the COVID narrative fell apart, the world showed signs that it was on the edge of something significant. The mass awakening finally felt like it was something more than a hope and a dream.
in a reservoir of helplessness, was quite clearly cracking and it felt inevitable that the flood of consciousness would soon be flowing through humanity.
In the last two weeks, this has faded. The people who were being brought together and saw themselves in each other, felt the pain of one another, related to and spoke up for others without prerequisites, are suddenly scurrying back to the perceived comfort of their tribes, and the divisive leaders that seem to feel they have the right to speak for that group.
has been replaced by “What does my ‘side’ say I should think?” We’ve gone from all lives matter to some lives matter more than others, and I’m not going to lie, it’s depressing to watch the metaphorical water levels dropping, and the dam breathing a sign of relief.
But that sigh of relief will be short lived. Of that I am certain. Because I refuse to give in, and I refuse to give up. I refuse to accept that we are here solely to fight among ourselves, and that war and violent death are somehow written in the stars, and preordained.
the destiny of a child, a miracle in itself, is to have its life ripped away and its dismembered body wrapped in white cotton, purely for being born in the wrong geographical location.
The awakening is coming and humanity will prevail, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.