“War is a racket, wrote US Maj. General Smedley Butler in 1935. He explained: “A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small ‘inside’ group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war, a few people make huge fortunes.”

There exists no more time…it has gone away, and now we live each living moment in such a much better play..for those kindred folk all is here, just step off the glad rag doom/gloom parade, and lift up your hearts content, for we humans, are blessed with empathy, oodles of incredible feelings, thoughts, facts and blessings…it comes in all manner of speaking, so choose your words, and thoughts with intention, purpose and the promise to keep improving! This is what I do…therefore, do unto others as you do unto you!

What if I told you, I knew we could be anything we wanted, just watch out world of wonder, planet of love, cosmic divine universe, as greatness comes from self work, self love, self-less-ness…to show up, to grow up, to shine brightly even when the Sun does not seem to come out..

Likely it did before the dimming began..these artificial constructs, that have no real feelings, no real creativity, no real imagination, imagine that? This is an illusion, even my mind, my heart feel this dispersion, gathering little tit bits of blessed music and versions..of what? I do know, what I feel instinctively for – finding myself lost in the woods, gathering droplets of spring water, cold, clean, clear, and full of rude health, as so with the cuckoo singing Springs language of such high proportions. I am absolutely blessed to hear this, and the woof and the wag of mans best friend lollopolling along with us all!

Yes, dear ones, out we go, hug the trees, feel the breeze, jumping into nature, mother, father, child, playful, and so at ease…trusting in earths magnetic mysteries, only if you drop into your breathing, into your gratitude, into letting go…the waring Kali-yuga has gone, and such like conditions, now man kind is facing inwards, upwards, seeking boundaried and varied speaking, telepathic tweaking, reemerging, discovering, right on your doorstep…fancy that!

We have entered the spirited, and fortifying co-creative arts, and crafts! Long Live Mother Nature!