Prologue
The headaches have arrived with quasi-punishing severity. Try as I mite* I can't escape the Energy of Planetary Chaos, a Chaos whose anchor is Human-planned Misery. >It's< like the smoke from Canadian WildFires*--reaching across the Atlantic, choking the Sun itself, reaching the ground as stench and toxic Irritant.
It is as if the Energy of Strife has contaminated each Day with a "broad-ranged" Delusion, a one of Continental Emotional Corruption---the one that {somehow} denies Reality and suffuses Existence with Beliefs and Superstitions that promote head-banging Discharges of "HOW-THE-FUCK-CAN-THIS-BE-HAPPENING ?"
Without Truth, the RELIANCE upon Truth, ConsciousNess* experiences a "Free-Fall". Here it is where Truth is GRAVITY...the Very Essence of "What-Holds-Us" to Planetary Psyche---the Shared Commonality of "What-It MEANS" to be Human.
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