Creating a New World

Choosing Timelines

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As the year of the Wood Snake draws to a close and the year of the Fire Horse has not yet begun, we find ourselves within a choice point. As we have allowed all that no longer serves us to be consumed by the snake, we now reside within the emptiness of the Void between what has been and what has not yet come into being.

At this juncture we are being given the ultimate choice – will we remain on the path that is driven by perceived powers outside of us, or step off that path and onto the road of claiming our own power and authority?  Personal power, inner authority, and executive functioning are the gifts of the Fire Horse, should we choose to accept them. But first, we must get really clear on how we have given our power away to those we have considered our “authorities.”

The authorities of the past include:

  • Our perceptions about “God.”
  • Those we call “teacher.”
  • Those we have voted into power and entrusted with making decisions for us.
  • Celebrities.
  • Parents.
  • Pastors, priests, etc.
  • Employers/bosses.
  • Human Resource departments.
  • Union leaders.
  • So-called gurus.
  • Peer groups.
  • The media.
  • “Influencers.”
  • Romantic partners.
  • Our children.
  • And just to get the point across: GOD!

In one timeline, we will continue to rely on those outside of us to tell us what is true, what to do, how to act, while allowing them to make decisions for us (believing the lie they are working on our behalf). In this agreement, we are forever subject to the fearful and selfish whims of those we have put into power, and we will only and forever find ourselves powerless.

The timeline, into which the Fire Horse invites us, is that of personal power and authority. In learning how to accurately discern truth on our own, and owning that truth, we come to realize that not one human being knows more about who we are or what we need than ourselves. We are able to see through the illusion of falsehood behind which most people of “power” reside. We see that their motivations are their own and have nothing to do with our wellbeing or what we might need as an individual or a species.

For thousands of years we have lived within this dynamic of giving our power away – and look what it has gotten us…..a species on the brink of its own extinction by its own hand, and a world forever at war – not because people can’t get along, but because those we have placed in power can never get enough.

To this, we say “enough.”

Or do we?

For sixty years, I have lived this lesson, first doing what I was told and believing what I was taught because that was what made one a “good girl.” At a young age, I began to see through the cracks of this illusion and have spent the past 50+ years learning to discern my own truth by trusting what my gut tells me, above all else. Living that truth, however, has never been easy. From kindergarten on I have experienced the punishment that comes from challenging the status quo and questioning that which we are not meant to question. My gut has always proven itself to be true, but that has not made the journey any easier – I’ve lost community, so-called friends, belonging, and the ability to be “successful” within the current system and its rules.

Standing in our own authority costs us everything upon which the current system depends. I have found, however, that I can live no other way. If you found yourself drawn to this blog, I’m guessing you, also, cannot live any other way. The good news is that in the year of the Fire Horse, it will be those who choose to embrace their own inner authority and trust what their own heart tells them is truth, that will thrive. Those who remain in the path of attachment to the status quo, enslaved by external authorities will find themselves suffering in the same dumpster fire in which the world of fear, power, and control is currently heading.

Which timeline are you going to choose?

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I See with My Little Eye

/ Lauri Ann Lumby / 2 Comments

There is a strange kind of paradox that happens when we are seeing all that we foresaw coming to pass. Partly, I feel vindicated and tempted to wave the banner of “I told you so!” On the other hand, I find myself deeply saddened by a) the refusal of humanity to see the signs that have been there all along, b) their refusal to hear and take heed of the millions of warnings hurled their way (by myself and thousands of others), and c) the very real consequences of an empire in its collapse – one that promises not only to destroy itself, but which is threatening to take the whole world with it.

As we learned from the Three Little Pigs, a house of straw is bound to collapse, if not first going up in flame.

Up in flame is where we find ourselves today. An unhinged emperor who, to those with eyes to see, is wearing no clothes, and an entire House of fools who are either participating in the madness, or complicit in their silence. From those who were charged with the responsibility of holding the emperor in check – crickets.

Hello….hello….is anyone out there?????

Nope. Nary a one. As such, we sit in shock over the wholesale corruption that is revealed in the collective silence. A deafening silence that had been experienced in words, words, words, nothing but words, and not one iota of action.

With the exception of Minnesota!  The entire state is, not up in arms, but up in LOVE – standing up for what is right and just. Upholding the law while holding the federal government accountable to it. Minnesota is putting our President, Congress and Supreme Court to shame – as they should.

But I digress. We’ve seen this coming. We knew the consequences that would unfold with the election of a reality TV star as our president. And if we knew enough to ask, we have known the evil and corruption that would be laid bare under this emperor’s reign. We elected one who represents the very worst of us and all that is wrong with the American system and given him permission to bring all the evil out to play.

It’s horrifying. And yet, it needs to be seen. As is true of all that hides in the shadow, the collective evil of this nation needs to be seen. Only in being seen can it ever hope to be healed.

So, this is where we find ourselves – the little boy standing along the route of the emperor’s parade who is shouting, “The emperor has no clothes!” We are aghast and horrified with seemingly nothing we can do about it. If our elected officials won’t do anything, then how can we?

But herein lies the lesson at the heart of the collapse – what got us here, ultimately, is our attachment to and belief in someone outside of us who is a) going to take care of us, b) provide for and support our needs, c) and keep us safe. Addicted to this attachment, we have given our power away to men (mostly) and women who say they have our highest good in mind, and who will fight for our rights – but do they? Are they? No matter what side of the aisle we stand on, I think we can agree that No, they have not.  No, they are not. Instead, it seems there is some invisible force that is their true employer – a master who is pulling their strings.

The lesson for us, is the same as it has been for 10,000 years since egalitarian cultures gave way to hierarchy:

The only true authority is that which dwells within us. We are the only true source of power and agency. Once we remember this truth, we start (like Minnesota), taking back the power we gave away, and begin building the new world we have been dreaming about. One founded on Universal Love, celebrating diversity, and built through understanding, collaboration, and the cooperation of community.

Besides the death of the empire, I’ve seen this too. “I see with my little eye the possibility of a whole new world waiting to be born.”

*original art by Catherine E. Case, used with permission.

Interdimensional Exorcisms

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Performing interdimensional work is somewhat of a mind-f*ck.  On one hand, the work feels very real wherein the physical and emotional bodies become fatigued by the effort. On the other hand, interdimensional work is neither visible nor tangible, and therefore, impossible to monetize. Who exactly does one invoice for work done on another plane or in ones dreams? And how does one explain to humans conditioned by capitalism that you had to spend the day on the couch watching Netflix because you were working all night in your dreams?

This is exactly what happened the other night. In a very vivid, in-color, hours-long (or what seemed like hours), I was fighting demons. More specifically, I was attempting to gather and protect humans who had not yet succumbed to demonic influences and turned into demons themselves. In part of the dream, I was identifying demons, and their minions, while locating those who had not yet given in to the demons’ touch. This part of the dream felt like a race against time as increasing number of humans were giving into their demon captors. The group of those who had not yet given in was small, but strong. We were hiding in a protected structure while watching the demons and humans-made demon wreaking havoc on the earth. The entire earth was ablaze with their evil destruction. Eventually the demons found us, and we were again on the run. It felt like being in an episode of The Walking Dead – heart pounding, sweat pouring from my brow, anxious in escape. As the demons were in pursuit, I uttered a prayer, and as if plucked from the battle, myself and those who remained untainted suddenly found ourselves in a beautiful Victorian style home, safe and protected from the demons who were continuing to wage war on our world. Once we arrived safely, I woke up from the dream, blurry eyed, out of breath, heart pounding, and exhausted from the journey.

This is what interdimensional work often looks and feels like. Whether in a dream or through a vision, we are THERE, in the center of another world which is, in fact, a reflection of our own. Here we are sent to complete our mission of Love. Sometimes we are battling demons. Other times, rescuing the innocent. Much of the work is about healing. All of it is about transformation – and all transformation is a kind of exorcism.

Exorcism, in some cases, may be like it’s portrayed in movies. More often, however, exorcism is simply about the inner healing that allows one to turn away from the fear that divides us and the Love that unifies. “Demons” are those individuals (or systems) who gain perceived power by manipulating us through our fears. Demons profit from our fear and gain from our division. Love heals the inner wounds that make us vulnerable to these demonic influences, thus depriving demons of their power.  This is how we as a species will regain our place in the world, no longer controlled by those in perceived positions of power, but empowered by Love to recreate the world we were meant to enjoy. The work of this healing is an inside job that is our own responsibility, at the same time, it is an “outside” job, transforming the collective consciousness that has been conditioned by fear.

Hence the need for, and the power of interdimensional work.  It’s just taken me awhile to own this as part of my mission in this world, to accept the strangeness of this part of the mission, and not feeling like I have to apologize or feel guilty for doing nothing on the day following a night of battle.

As for monetizing….I leave that up to the Universe. Somehow, someway, it always works out, and the material means find their way to me, allowing me to continue to pay my bills. Thank you to all those who have been a source of support as I perform the invisible work. I am eternally grateful! 

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Minnesota is my Red Line

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I’m done.  I’m done giving people the benefit of the doubt and trying to find empathy, compassion, or understanding for their political beliefs when these beliefs justify violence (murder) of innocent people. To put it simply, there is absolutely nothing that makes humanity’s inhumanity to “man” right.

What has been happening in Minneapolis/Minnesota has become my final straw. I am all for reasonable immigration laws and the enforcement of those laws, but what the recently appointed ICE army has been doing in Minneapolis is unconscionable. These actions have been both enabled and celebrated by the current administration (Donald Trump) and by those who still support him, including state-funded media who twist visual evidence to justify murder.  It’s disgusting, immoral, and just plain evil.

To me, it is no longer about (truly, it never really was) Republican, Democrat, Socialist, Libertarian, or otherwise, it is a simple matter of human decency. If you cannot have empathy or compassion for someone who hasn’t had it as easy as you, who has skin of a different color, loves differently than you, is of an ethnicity different than your own, has different religious or spiritual beliefs, or god-forbid hasn’t yet learned English or wears a hijab or turban, then I don’t know how I can have a single ounce of respect for you. Actually – I don’t.

I’m not sorry. In my mind, human beings deserve to feel safe, to have access to food, clothing, shelter, an education and healthcare. If one does not have access to these things within their home country, they have the right to seek it elsewhere. If they do not have access to these things in OUR OWN country, they have the right and duty to DEMAND it. And it is the right and duty of those who have to create a path for those who do not have so they can get those needs met. If we don’t do these things for each other, then we have failed as a species.

As it relates to immigration, I’m not talking about open borders. I’m talking about basic human decency – putting ourselves in another’s shoes and asking, “if I was in this situation, what help and support would I need and how would I want to be treated?”  It is as simple as this.

And to the great people of Minnesota who have been standing up for what is right and working together to protect their neighbors and keep them safe, I thank you.  From the bottom of my heart I thank you. The world is watching and I could not be more proud of the example you have set that now others can follow. You have shown the world that it is truly the people who have the power.  Thank you!

Deepening

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It is said that the Magdalene spent her final years in prayer. So too, then, shall I.

It is time. Not for escape, or retreat, but for deepening. Entering into the heart of the world where the cause of all division lies. Pulling away from the noise of external symptoms (ie distractions) and focusing instead on what lies beneath.  Daring to resist the temptation of believing change is affected by what we do and how we show up “out-there.”

Instead, understanding that the source of unrest is not in human behavior, but arises out of our wounds.

It is true – we are broken. But not in the way religions have told us. Not because we have done anything wrong – but because of what has been done to us. By our conditioning. Through our upbringing. In the simple choice of being human.

Suffering is the natural consequence of the human experiment.

But to this we are not condemned. Source is forever calling us back to our original nature as Love and revealing to us the way.

If only we would accept this gift – or rather, not run from it as soon as the going gets tough. As every teacher has shown us, the way to Love is hard – but it is the only way to truly be free in this life.

Love is our mission and our purpose. For humanity, there is literally nothing else.

So into Love I go, not for my own sake, but for the sake of humanity. Diving deep into humanity’s darkest “sins” in search of the wounds beneath the behaviors that are seeking to be healed. Diving deep with the soul of an exorcist, holding humanity in its pain, witnessing to their shattered natures, giving voice to what dare not be spoken, and bathing it all in Love.

It is to this that my Soul is calling me.

If individuals seek me out, so be it. I welcome them. I do not, however, promise ease. The way is hard and to say otherwise would be a lie. Pride works hard to imprison us in our deepest wounds by defending our delusions. Love is not like this. Love seeks only to bring all our pain into our awareness so that it may be seen, transformed, and released.

Love is not a journey for the faint of heart, or for those comfortable in their status quo. Neither is it a journey for the “rich” – unless they are willing to loosen the grip on what they cling to so dearly.

  • Love is simple.
  • Love is kind.
  • Love is generous.
  • Love is quiet and unobtrusive.
  • Love is gentle in its effect, but relentless in its cause.

So into the depths I go because it is not what we do “out there” that matters. Instead, it is all about what we are doing within. As one of humanity’s greatest teachers taught us, “The freedom (Truth, Love,) we seek can only be found within.”

Interdimensional Revolutionary

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Just staying with the inspiration and process to see where it leads (if anywhere).

Interdimensional:
Working across dimensions supporting humanity’s evolution from division to Love.

Revolutionary:
Envisioning and promoting a radical change in status quo, helping to bring forth an entirely differed paradigm for human existence and interaction –
o In harmony with nature.
o Collaborative and cooperative.
o Rooted in Love.
o Celebrating diversity.

Universal:
Inclusive of all species across all of creation within the known and unknown universe.

Love:
o The creating and guiding Force of the Universe.
o The Source from whence all has come into being and to which all will return.
o Known in the human experience as: unconditional positive regard, care, compassion, kindness, deep listening, and mercy.

Activist:
o Shining a light on disparity and injustice.
o Offering effective, simple solutions.
o Inspiring, equipping, and empowering others.
o Activating and unblocking the flow of Love through healing practices, prayer, and community engagement.

We are at a place in our shared human evolution where together we are ushering in a whole, new world.

Universal Love Activist

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Preamble:Today (1.25.26) I am heartbroken. Yesterday, in the early morning hours following the largest peaceful protest in the history of Minneapolis (50,000+), seven ICE agents gunned down an innocent man, Alex Pretti who had been defending a woman being harassed by ICE. The ICE agents pepper-sprayed him, beat him to the ground, and then shot him several times. The incident was filmed by several civilians and the conclusion is obvious.

Alex Pretti was murdered.

Today’s news revealed that the initial shooter has been removed from ICE duty in Minneapolis and moved to another state where he may continue his duties. I’m heartbroken and horrified. More even than this, I’m disgusted with every single member of Congress and the Supreme Court who are doing NOTHING to hold the president accountable for the wave of violence he has unleashed upon this country. I am all for enforcing immigration laws, but this is NOT how it is done in a reasonable society. Sadly, the United States left “reasonable” behind a long time ago.

That being said, while our elected officials are sitting on their hands, I continually am inspired by the actions of Minnesota residents in their ongoing attempts to draw attention to, and put a halt to ICE’s occupation of the Twin Cities. While ICE is out targeting any person who gets their attention (please note that the two most recent executions were white, US citizens), Minnesotans are providing for and protecting their neighbors at risk, accepting donations to help assist those in need, and holding peaceful protests in sub-zero temperatures. Minnesotans are proactive, organized, and driven in their attempts to uphold and defend the constitutional rights of all humans – citizens or not.

I am so proud of my hometown.

In the midst of the serious business of revolution, Minnesotans have also found a way to express their creativity. Whether it be through singing, movement, poetry, writing, or art, the Twin Cities are finding ways to be activists using their own unique gifts. One such example is the “Rebel Loon” images that have been popping up all over social media and beyond:

Inspired by the symbol for the Star Wars Rebel Alliance, graphic designers and artists have created myriad interpretations of the Rebel Loon logo to represent their unique community of activists. Out of their work, I was inspired to create something of my own. I have no idea of what this is for, or where it might be going (other than a momentary action to comfort my feelings of helplessness), but here it is along with some initial brainstorming to accompany my own tiny contribution to the revolution.

May the Force be with us!

Signs of the New World

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As a Minneapolis native, I have been closely tuned into the events unfolding since ICE began their occupation, drawing national attention by shooting an innocent woman (Robin Nicole Good) in the face. Since Robin’s murder, several others have been shot, and even more illegally detained, with the president of the United States cheering on Robin’s murder (“she asked for it”) and the violence against women, men, and children who are here legally but who have become unwarranted targets of ICE. It is not only immigrants who are being targeted, but also Native Americans and most recently a Caucasian female friend of mine was harassed by ICE agents as she was leaving a suburban mall.

Shit is getting real. AND, Minneapolis, along with the state of Minnesota, are standing up, and speaking out, while providing protection and support for those who do not feel safe leaving their homes.

I could not be more proud of my hometown!!! From the Oglala Sioux facilitating sacred ritual at the corner of Chicago and Lake St. bringing attention to the tribal members who have been detained by ICE, to Smitten Kitten fundraising and collecting donations for homebound families, to Wrecktangle Pizza providing food for families, to the thousands of people who gathered at Powderhorn Park for a little “fun” protesting. This does not include the countless social service, church, and community services who are on the ground providing support where needed. In addition, Minneapolis Mayor, Jacob Frey, and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz, have been holding news conferences for days, keeping the world informed and Minnesotan’s safe. Even the state Agricultural leadership spoke up regarding the grave danger to agriculture posed by ICE’s guerilla tactics.  

All of this to say – Minneapolis (as is often the case) is helping us to turn a corner. Through sheer compassion and care for their neighbors, Minneapolis and St. Paul citizens are showing us directly what LOVE can do. In doing so, they are providing us with signs of a new world being born, while demonstrating the actions out of which the new world will begin to usurp the dying world.

The Twin Cities are providing us with a blueprint upon which the new world can begin to take root, grow, and mature. This is how they’re doing it:

  • Saying NO to intimidation.  
  • Saying NO to violence.
  • Knowing and standing up for the Constitution.
  • Exercising their constitutional rights.
  • Knowing and understanding history.
  • Saying NO to authority based in fear, power, and control.
  • Defying that which is illegal.
  • In cases where relevant, using their privilege to advocate for and facilitate change.

And more than any of the above:

  • Welcoming the stranger.
  • Loving their neighbor.
  • Providing for the needs of those who don’t feel safe providing for themselves.
  • Giving from their own subsistence to help those in greater need.
  • Protecting their neighbors.
  • Advocating for their neighbors’ rights and safety.

In short, the Twin Cities, often criticized for being a hot bed of liberals, is showing the world exactly what it means to be LOVE, and how it is done – a model for all of us to follow.

Finally, a special note to those, like myself, who have found themselves plunged into the ocean of prayer – overtaken by the Spirit of Love and used as a vessel providing Peace, Comfort, Protection, Healing, and Support for a community and a world in need. Right now, this may be all you can do – and that is ok!  Thank you!

Between Two Worlds

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Sisters and brothers, I am writing this from a place between time and space – a space between two worlds – between a world that has been and a world that is yet to be. The world as we have known it has been dying – rapidly and violently – accompanied by a cacophony of voices – some crying out in rage, others wailing out loss, many mumbling in confusion, and some have simply grown silent out of either shock or fatigue.

There is no judgment here. There is no right or wrong way of processing a catastrophic end. We are all simply trying to survive an end we predicted but could never have imagined would be this bad.

It is shocking to see the ever-unfolding revelation of human corruption. Every day we are met with another all-time low:

Oh my God this is bad.

Oh my God, this is really bad!

Oh my God, it can’t get worse than this!

Yes, it can. And yes, it likely will. But the news isn’t all bad. In fact, even the worst of what we have seen so far is good (or at the very least, serving a higher good) when we see it through the proper lens. For the end to finally come (come on already!), every single falsehood upon which the illusion of freedom has been built must be revealed to be seen. Every single corruption upon which the Empire was built must show itself. Every failure of the system must be known. Every lie, every betrayal, every evil, every sin, must come forth so that when the current system finally completes its collapse, we will know what needs to be different as we build the world that is yet to be.

But we’re not there yet. Right now, we are in the gap. The gap between what is dying and what is yet to be. In the gap, we wait. We watch. We observe. We protect each other. We do our best to keep ourselves and each other safe. We mark the outrage. We speak truth to power. We hold ourselves and our loved ones as we grieve. We extend kindness to each other as together we are simply trying to survive a world in its demise. We allow ourselves the fallow time to simply be as our body, minds, and spirit process the horrors, the tragedies, and the fear – our own and that of the collective.

Now is not the time to build. Now is the time to HOLD. To hold on to center as best we can – knowing that as tragedies strike, we will get pulled away from center in our anger and our grief. We honor our need to rage, to speak out, to defend. And then we bring ourselves back – TO LOVE. Love that can see beyond the surface violence to the unraveling of corruption. Love that can see the tragic woundedness of men that would make them want to perpetuate violence. Love that sees the actions of Love in a sea of hate and understand that with each loving act, a new world is being born.

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Sorrow, Melancholy, and Disappointment

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Goodbye 2025!

This morning, a dear friend of mine shared a traditional Sicilian prayer for the new year, along with its English translation:

The old year goes away and will never return.
May it take with it all my melancholy,
may it erase sadness
and the bitterness of dark days.
New Year, come forward, come on—
everyone celebrates you.
Bring joy, health, and love
to all the friends I carry in my HEART.
May it be a blessed year for everyone,
even if it won’t be perfect.
May the good Lord guide us
in the new year that is to come… Buon Anno

Thank you, Nina, for bringing forth the words that for so many describe the weird year of 2025.  To this list, I would add: disappointment.

2025 has truly been brutal. For empaths and sensitives, I think this is especially true. It’s just too much to be made to wear and then process the collective trauma of all that has transpired in the last year. Personally, I have felt very much like the silver ball in the pinball machine getting continually batted around by the player who refuses to take his finger off the G.D. red button.

I don’t need to go into any detail here. We all know. (If we don’t know, we’re either not paying attention or are one of the very few benefitting from the relentless chaos and abuse of this past year.)

Is 2026 going to be better?  I know better than to offer predictions or promises.

It’s like the meme I keep seeing on social media:

“What if we all died in 2020 and now we’re living in hell?”

Somedays it feels like that – even for those of us who have spent the last many years cultivating detachment, bullet-proof boundaries, and witness consciousness. It seems no matter how much inner work we have done, or how many lessons we have mastered, we cannot help but find ourselves triggered by what is happening in the world around us and within those close to us. And if you’re a recovering perfectionist like me, we can’t help but be frustrated and disappointed with ourselves when we find ourselves triggered – and even more so when we find ourselves reacting to these triggers out of our unhealed wounds – wounds that we arrogantly believed we had healed for good. HAH!

Turns out, we’re never fully healed. I cannot tell you how much this fact hurts my perfectionistic soul. I guess I’m not the Messiah I one day hoped I would be. Neither, it turns out, do I have a foundation for my self-righteousness. To my utter despair, I’m just as irreparably flawed as anyone else.  

For me, this year has been especially hard on my perfectionistic nature, leaving me feeling deep sorrow, melancholy, and disappointment – yes, at the world around us, but even more so with myself. I’m sad for the times my wounds got the best of me. I’m sorry for those who ended up being the target of my reactions. I wish I was better at detaching from other people’s reactions and more compassionate toward their unhealed wounds. I wish I was more adept at withholding judgment and simply letting people be – especially when my discerning eye sees something that I think could be done in a better way.

As it relates to the world…..my heart just breaks. I will never, ever, ever, understand the cruelty of human beings. I will never comprehend the “need” for war. I will never understand how human beings can stand back as other human beings are starving, homeless, or living in poverty. I will never comprehend why certain men hoard wealth while turning a blind eye to the millions upon millions of human beings who are struggling just to survive. All of this really makes me truly sad and questioning the need for human beings. I often think the world really would be better off without us.

And maybe that’s the point. Human beings do not add a single thing to this planet. And yet, here we are – an experiment of some alien god to see how long it takes us to fail or an expression of another God (Love) hoping we will one day succeed in remembering who we are and find our way home?  At the end of the day, I guess the reason why doesn’t matter. What matters is what we do with this life we’ve been given. Do we choose a life of selfishness and hatred, or do we do our best to choose Love? No matter how many times that pinball paddle hurts me, I continue to choose Love – at least I try to.  

So, with this, I return to Nina’s prayer and offer it up as a prayer for us all. May it be fulfilled as we step cautiously and timidly into this new year.

With love,

Lauri