It’s happening again.
It’s pretty clear where things go and how they’re going to end up. It’s obvious that the end is here- and what’s more apparent is that somehow the end doesn’t end, it just grinds itself in, absolutely immune to its own death. But I have seen the reason for this and I can’t counteract it. I am well aware of the portals everywhere like doors opening and closing that nothing will stop, not our skulls, not this roof. We must look through this simulated sky and reach for the light beyond the two eyes that deceive. But it’s not happening, not fast enough. Planes are crashing, guns are going off, hearts are broken, the cries of the soul are smothered with silencing drugs. But none of it is ok. The placid masses scream of gray endings that only continue into more of the same for us all. Do something big, stop hurting the hurting. The collective unconscious of humans is the issue, not the actual circumstances at all. We can do whatever we want and yet we doubt and cower to numbers and taller men. We resign to our fate as if it were an oasis. Since although I am not an island, I might as well be. There is a saying that goes, “what good is a saying if no one is listening?” And it’s not the fault of negligence, it’s the encroaching of the darkness that consumes. I see footprints around me. This shadow holds weight and takes lives as if it’s entitled. Of course we know, but no we couldn’t know the horror of this and go on investing in outfits for work. There is a flower in us all thirsty and we drown it. Hungry and we starve it, wilting and we throw it away to buy more. We know nothing of our own true loss.
My friend, Durgananda Shivaya just tried to kill himself by taking an entire bottle of sleeping pills. I am on my way to New Mexico right now to see what I can do. He is in the ICU and an it’s extremely serious situation. After Shane, this is a lot to accept as coincidence. There is a dark force that knows me. Please pray extensively for Durgananda and please pray for me. He has an 18 year old daughter whose mother died when she was very young. Durgananda is 39 years old. I will let you know what happens, it could go either way. We lost the retreat center, if fell through I am sorry. The owner wouldn’t go through the bank. Anyway, I will keep going and bringing the light wherever there is the darkness even in me. I take this all very personally. Please take my words to heart. We’ve got a long way to go and we need one another. What more can I say. The picture up top is Durgananda’s alter, the picture below is him.
Durgananda Shivaya, may Neem Karoli Baba, through the power of Hanuman, who is within you, bring you back to us as bright as the sun and as strong as your love for your mother.
The eclipses are coming….Sharada Devi