Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – This month has been thick and heavy like the gravitational pull in this dimension weighs us down a little more each day. We feel like an egg on a Texas sidewalk, cooked over-hard! Life demands that we get out and celebrate but the she-crab in all of us says ‘no thank you’, I would rather stay in my shell, a place of safety. The world is turned upside down and we all pray for peace, and kind of peace, but the dove of comfort comes not.

Life has become primordial oozing like the Florida gulf sludge that was birthed out of the ancient seabed by mechanical probing and digging. Everything comes to the surface and most of it seems toxic in the form words, actions and promises.

We look at our species and wonder what went wrong. We look at our lives and wonder the same thing. All that we were taught does not hold up in the light of this new day. Truths are hung out to dry in a wind created by political lips flapping.

We get on bended knee and pray this is the’ comedy zone dimension’ and not our final home. We change channels and dreams more than we change our sheets. People are afraid the root chakra is blocked and they have all put tinfoil all over their windows afraid to look out afraid to feel afraid to love. Everything hurts and the wounds can be seen in the heart and eyes of those around you.

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