Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Listen, so we are the Age to Come and we are the Power that already is...

Why do we procrastinate?
What are we waiting for, youth of now?

A moment, a time, a breath, before the storm. A time of preparation, seeing now the old falling away and feeling with growing certainty the change that is to come. We are exuberant are we not? But we don't know which way to turn, which way to go, just yet...soon we will...soon we will execute and all will unfold as it could, and should, and must.

So what will your role be oh soldier of fortune, oh princess of the becoming? 

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