I’m going to do something crazy. Serialize the narrating of my inner unfolding in a shamelessly autobiographical manner. This is my truth and intimate meaning. I do not care if it offends, but that is light years away from my intention.
Creation awaits our sensitive awareness… the truth about something from nothing.
How did Atlantis’ Fall, and the prospects of a strange new future civilization to the east, manifest to ones awake near the end?