Softly, she lay in the bed. She was soft. Though She was a he in many past lives she was also a she. But the “Man” is claiming her. In order to not be totally consumed by her brutal past life where she was an Emperor, she must find a man to love.

His body has already failed. It quit working to the point where he can barely feel it and it is very difficult to walk. There is a darkness in his past. One only him and his two brothers know of. She was there, but beyond death and it would be violent to visit those memories.

But she can now. She has found a way and she is ready. Once the Storm breaks, once the fires go out and the rains begin, she will be free. The Midwest will flood and freeze and it will be a frozen wasteland. No one knows how this will happen and she only knows as she types these words. Who is she channelling now? A past life, an Angel, God, her dead ancestors? One could only guess.

There is great freedom to be found in the pain. It is heavy, but when we rest there with another we find peace. But who is that match for her? Psykhe continues with her impossible tasks and Eros grows impatient. She has found the bow. She can use it but it is very draining. She has put it down. If they don’t care about true love that is their fault. Humans can be so ignorant, for some true love is so close you don’t need a bow. You can just reach in with your bare hands and crush the heart.

So where is God? 500 trillion miles away. We are the ones here making the changes. We are the angels. So get to work. Class is in session. Stop jerking off to the news and the hate politics. Let Nature be and find its way. It is more intelligent that you know. Get in touch with your nature and do what needs to be done. Help Venus, help Hera, help Persephone, help Athena, help Ma, the time is upon us. We can do this.