As the memory of what was, seems to drift like a dream in the morning mist, we continue to move quickly down the corridor of time. We are being ushered into light sequences that swing both ways. Down hallways that never end into a place that is not seen by the average Joe. All of humanity has seen and felt the alteration as we walk the trail of confusion, praying it does not turn into a trail of tears
We all scamper like rabbits, our little furry feet going as fast as they can. Not getting anywhere and exhausted by all the effort it took just to get this far, so we seek safety and respite. Time continues to brush past us like a gust of wind, not asking our permission as it continues to extend itself, like a man-o-war jellyfish. Life pushes us into a corner of seemingly limited choices but alas that too is grand illusion, a holographic projection of a possibility, nothing that is fixed in time. Time has shifted as has many land masses, earth continues to let us know she means business. New land is birthed old land is altered as Longitudes and latitudes dance to an primeval beat. Leylines and phase markers are off line. An actual gearwheel in time is felt as the worlds walk into new octaves of Light.