You don’t recognize me, I’ve been here all along. I have faded from your attention but I have not changed. The “me” you claim to remember was a broken one on the mend, careful not to disturb newfound peace.

At first I thought it was only humans that purposefully take advantage. When folks are digging up unrest, dis-ease and chaos while living, they do not stop once the body quits.

That which seems to divide can actually be that which connects. Appearances are often deceiving.

Penny pincher, penny pincher, why have you not lived? Why do you deny living fully because of what might be?

Emotional energies that are triggered by accusation, a wrongful conclusion and communication, are difficult to tame. It is true that verbiage which harms are only words, but dishonest and false accusation is an oppressor which must be transmuted.

He stands there with top hat on and walking stick in hand. The lesser of the two exhibits a clearer understanding, or perhaps it is only the greater, entrenched in pride, who cannot admit not caring, and is no good at pretending. Who is it to say the wise one is wise, when the lesser one shows greater care and sharing? Who is wise? Who is more connected to heart? Who is more connected to mind? Who speaks with care, and who speaks only to prove how wise they are?

White robots in grass shirts … where has the flesh gone? Will AI be able to entertain itself? Is it capable of intellect, or only an expansion of its predecessors knowledge … built upon, morphed, yet not entirely embraced or known?

It seems good is always surrounded by, inhibited by, and influenced by those who desire chaos. Shifting view, we notice it is chaos surrounded by good. This is why it seems so obvious, the contrast makes it easy to see. Things are not always what they seem. Do you choose to give away your power and authority, or claim it and put chaos in its place?

Always look to the center, the heart of a situation, there you will find truth. When you see it, be careful not to judge it. These things tend to shrink and expand, constantly shifting in and out of character.

What appears chaotic may only be a birthing. What seems to destroy may be a forming up, a forging by way of energetic fire. Capable of destroying all that was once known, it mimics death in all ways. Sometimes it actually is. Occasionally one survives.

Do you dance? Many will say no, but the truth is life is a dance … an intimate tango weaving to and fro, tender, yet intense.

Have chaos makers stolen your ability to care? Have you ceded to their power, giving up and following suit? Too much time has been wasted in the attempt to please those who cannot please themselves. Attention must be increased in order to make up for lost time.

The Goddess awaits your call.