Because it is late in the day. I have spent too long wandering around this party listening to snatches of meaningless conversation. Opening the door the smell of burning is still there and nothing anyone has said to me can convince me otherwise that something is seriously wrong.

It is time to wake up. It is time for everyone to wake up. It is time to depose greed as our cultural God. Not by fighting it, but by showing its meaninglessness.

Every person touched by greed and fear will also die…

My goal in writing this is that they will not take humanity with them when they go.

There is time to wake up. The time is now.

Let us re-learn the lesson we have known all along. The most powerful force of humanity is Love. It is not centralized. It is not controllable.

It feels scary as hell.

Because it has the power to move entire worlds.

When I began writing I was thinking I was going to be talking more of the outside world, the shift of humanity that I feel is in the air. But the truth is that this movement is made of seven billion plus other movements that, in time, will form the patterns that create a new age for humanity. I feel it. I know it is true.

Instead I find myself drawn to write of my own movements through the woods, the tangly shrubs and storms of my mind in the moment with my beloved. As within so without. As this changes, as I re-learn the old dance and co-create the new, so my whole life is pivoting on the diamond of this moment.

All I ever have.

And so the words come. Surprising.

And so does clarity; but not of thought. Something way deeper than that. And I do not know how deep it goes.

Watch this space…