The veils have thinned…

The veils have thinned. Yet the streets are empty and seemingly swept clear of people hurrying about their daily routines. No doubt about it. How to apprehend the thinning of the veils in times of tumultuous chaos where nothing makes sense because we humans are locked in the throes of seemingly endless earthbound struggles that have grave consequences if we don’t care to rise to the task of securing a calming consciousness? No one is about. No one seems to stir or dare out of their houses. People appeared glued to the electronic devices for some scrap of comforting news that can turn disquieting in a momentary miasma evidencing a loss of consciousness.We are no longer shaped by the morphology of pigeons and cloud-vapors and children playing. We are propped up by ample pillows of divination, dowsing, and the medicines of winning biographies of august seers. Yet, something is lacking. Now new prayers are needed more powerful than any thought of prayer or any thought of anything less than semi- antiquated devices for ample measurements in reassuring biofeedback. But the tremulous and sonorous choir of humanity is weakened by the indignant flesh of reason.

If in the outback, the tongues of would-be prophets are stilled, stilted, wits, dulled and stymied, then all indwelling hymns sung amidst relaxed veils and windows of consciousness seem lonely, dark, despairing and abandoned and even deformed by an inveterate loneliness and our longing to end the pain of spiritual hunger.

Eros lives in flames, but we must walk through the fire with bravery and the desire for nothing but inner and outer peace. Parallel worlds are not for prophets, for curiosity-seekers, or for the absurdly busy who are try to blot out feelings weather forecasters have always seen lying about in the branches of trees lopped off by mammoth storms. If the veils have not thinned for a good purpose, then no one would dare believe spiritual communication is more direct, clarified by intention and by the optimism of the placebo effect. Is that true?

If the veils have thinned, then we must rejoice in the potential in unwritten symphonies that will be brokered and issued forth in seven generations to come. Each child of the future carries the unbroken symphony of love and planetary alignment contained in each tiny life line curled in a loving hand. Let us hope the oceans of love will wash over us and convince us that the veils have thinned for a great purpose of unsung glory that we can all sing in unison. What can we do? We can wait and we can listen intently for the stopped flames of the soul to arise so we can live fully in the moment charted by the divine feminine.