photo from himalayaninstitute.org
I am starting to see the old world collapse and of course, this begins with me.
The outdated siren songs of institutions that no longer hold me in their thrall: some religions, most governments and financial institutions, most forms of media. These antiquated traditions are singing a funeral dirge that grates on my heart and soul to the point where if I continue to listen to their dire prognostications, I start to melt into a form of non-existence, Which, of course, they intend.
So I have removed them from my reality, along with those in my life who no longer resonate with me.
This is the year of continued disclosure. This is the year where we spread our wings and, free from all illusions, create the Beauty of our Soul Song which eventually merges with all others of a similar resonance, in all dimensions.
The outdated siren songs of institutions that no longer hold me in their thrall: some religions, most governments and financial institutions, most forms of media. These antiquated traditions are singing a funeral dirge that grates on my heart and soul to the point where if I continue to listen to their dire prognostications, I start to melt into a form of non-existence, Which, of course, they intend.
So I have removed them from my reality, along with those in my life who no longer resonate with me.
This is the year of continued disclosure. This is the year where we spread our wings and, free from all illusions, create the Beauty of our Soul Song which eventually merges with all others of a similar resonance, in all dimensions.