I’ve never thought of myself as a psychic, and I still don’t. I’m also not an astrologer and can’t read the stars. But when I look back at my writing, it follows a pattern, where I seem to write about the emotional climate of the planet years ahead of time.

What’s happening today, I felt and wrote about 8 years ago. From 2014:

We’ve entered a paradox, a disorienting landscape where normal no longer exists, certainty, morphed into a vexatious pit of frightening unknowns, and anxiety, duly justified.

And while the consideration of other’s opinions was once a comforting reassurance of “I belong,” it now knocks us off balance. For instead of landing us comfortably into a known haven, we reel through an overwhelming minefield of unexpected and brutally divisive perspectives that threaten to destroy all we think we know.

Simply put, compelling arguments for ANY point of view exist about everything. Who and what can we believe?

No one....

The planet is ready. Are the people?

Many of us today feel called to help save something… animals, seeds, trees, the rainforest, the oceans, the list is long, and within every broad category are countless specific areas of focus. Like the conservationist who is passionate about solenodons.

I didn’t know what they are either and had to look it up. And it has stayed with me because I find it a fun word to say. Try it. 

Solenodon! 

What is it for you? Bumblebee bats? Getting cats out of kill shelters? Do you send in donations to save the whales?

Do it once, and your newsfeed is suddenly flooded with hard to see and read drama. It’s overwhelming.

We can’t attack global healing head on and “save the planet” in the traditional ways that we usually go about things, because it’s actually not what we are here to do.

We are here to create change from the inside out.

Stay with me here. Because that is not, not, not an empty...