There seems to be a point now where I cannot read any more articles or blurbs or pieces about this or that or what’s going on with the Galactics or the Drake or the Wilcock or the Fulford.
This will not last forever. Maybe just the rest of this night.
There comes a time, right now, when the only thing that matters is the path that each of us is on, and honoring that path. And rising up within and all that metaphysical stuff.
I’m through talking about it. For now.
I’ll be back.