“Climb up. Rise. You're one of us now.” —Frank Herbert, Dune
The old gods are waking up.
In the last four years, it felt like they were rapidly becoming a distant memory, having possibly gone dormant or taken to some a faraway place. During this time, it regularly felt like there was some kind of interference or delay on the spiritual phone line.
Shamanic synchronicities dimmed to an almost imperceptible little dot.
The spiritual energy that permeated everyday meanderings felt disconnected, as though someone unplugged the magic machine from its cosmic power socket.
Dead air. Stagnation. Gravity. Grit. These have the dominating forces of the last several years, and many of us have buckled under the weight.
Adrenal fatigue, depression, anxiety, grief, anger, exhaustion, and insomnia have, unfortunately, become ubiquitous.
And, in their effort to “survive” this heavy energetic environment, a large minority has done away with their principles and morals, grabbing at their share and excusing it away as necessary for “survival”.
But guess what? It’s not and it’s never been necessary.
It was a test.
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