My friends and allies, fellow seekers and truth speakers.

The still small voice is always speaking at the center of the current that courses through you. Beneath the thundering waves that deafen and buffett you on the surface of this reality is an unbreakable thread of crystal clear truth that will always be with you, and indeed always has been.

There will be din and clash of battle, shields shattered, swords flashing and bursting helms asunder. This is our destiny, to widen the

"crack in everything, that's where the light gets in."

But when the days battle is over, or better yet, before the days battle has begun, seek silence.

Seek the magic hour before the rising of the sun, when birds begin to sing and feel the warmth on your face as it crests the horizon full of new promise and hope.

Stand barefoot at the foot of a tree, lean against its ancient trunk born of the very soul of the earth, and feel the deep strength and steady current that flows through all things. We are one.

We are born of light.

We are grateful.

We are beautiful.

We are expanding, with the force that made and is the universe bursting from our breast.

Thank you, Dr. Strange for speaking truth into existence.

Thank you, all who are here as a conduit for this truth to reach the outside world.

Thank you, Yeshua that I may be here.

Trees

BY JOYCE KILMER

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.