It is written

Please do not read this other than as it is written.

At this juncture precisely, it necessary to convey these thoughts.

Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. Open or contrary to its vicissitudes, either in eager anticipation or kicking and screaming, you must ride the river to the sea, then hop the first available vessel to your next destination, then the next, then the next…perchance to climb again, to reach again the summit, to contemplate yet another ride to the sea.

How will you remember the Coronavirus, Covid-19, should you survive?  Good or bad, we all get exactly what we deserve, exactly when, how, and why we deserve it. In that way, universal balance is maintained. It is not about you, not at all. It is about your place in nature, in general, in the greater universe, in the continuum which is eternity.

Having taken this time of challenge to create new maps for the further unfolding of your life; having assessed the essential, and discarded the rest; having made the sacrifice of giving up, of abandoning long-practiced, long-loved, but also long-harmful dependencies, fixations, indulgences; you will be granted by destiny the liberty to continue until you encounter the next threshold of life-sustaining choice.

As everything around you changes, you cannot fail to change; not in accordance with anyone or anything else, precisely, but in acceptance of the throes, the rhythms, and the cycles of universal life. Dare you defy evolution – that force outside of and greater than any force or power you possess of your own? How dare you? Every church, every state, every society, every norm, every expectation – all man-made – must cede to the greater law of the fateful, the universal, the eternal. Nature will prevail. It has no other choice.

Covid-19 is just one further twist and turn along the way, along that purposely unfolding path between freedom and responsibility, whimsy and fancy, now and then.

Courage is never easy. Courage is never cautious. The only test of courage is boldness. No leap of faith ever revealed its landing prior to the jump.

What can a flame remember? If it remembers just a little less than is necessary, it goes out. If it remembers just a little more than is necessary, it goes out. If only it could teach us, while it burns, to remember correctly.

Between concealment and honesty, between invention and reality, between revelation and mystery, between artfulness and artifice, between standing still and moving forward, between knowing and feeling, there is courage. That is what the flame remembers. It remembers to be brave.

The beginnings of bravery are as simple as this. A woman, or a man, awakened too early, in the darkness, while everyone else is still sleeping, instead of rolling over immediately, and falling back to sleep, resists this urge, resists it, because for her or for him, it is important, it is crucial, to qualify that experience, to describe it to herself or to himself, to live it fully, before submitting again to sleep. Courage begins at that point, that moment, when resistance overcomes submission.

To be brave is to be brilliant. Fear is an emotion, a contrivance of the mind, a weapon of control, wielded by those who wish you only to submit.

Covid-19 has been given to us by destiny, by evolution, in retribution, in the promise of change to something better; something naturally altered to eradicate the poison that has been artificially inculcated, indoctrinated, infused all there is today. When it is time for the virus to leave us – those of us karmically fit to continue – it will leave of its own, its mission fulfilled, and we shall be free to pursue the new paths we have chosen.

Hold on to the old, and you will perish. A time of reckoning is upon us. Just as the library is now obsolete, so is the church. Of course, we will continue to read, just as we will continue to believe, to worship, to pray; but through the books in our hands, in churches not made with hands. History lies. Why sanctify those lies in libraries? The church lies. Why consecrate those lies in churches built to separate women and men from direct, personal cultivation of relationships with the universal, the eternal, with nature and with the divine, however perceived?

The destinies of all of humanity are commingled. The blood in our veins is shared. You have some blood that is mine, but that I have never known. I have some blood that is yours, but that you have never known. Yours is mine; mine, is yours.

Let us accept this newest challenge with gratitude, with vigour, with determination.

A vast surrender is your only strength.