I was dreaming of being in a place that seemed to find the few of us survivors in a constant state of worry for our lives. It seemed dystopian.
Published 25 January 2020
A Truth Seeking Wanderer
I was dreaming of being in a place that seemed to find the few of us survivors in a constant state of worry for our lives. It seemed dystopian.
There are a lot of hidden and twisted energies in our everyday language.
There is energy in our spoken words, just as there is energy in our thoughts, our imagination, and our intentions.
Our voice. It’s our style, our perspective, our reality, and when we’re in an authentic state, our note; it’s a resonance unique to us, across time and space.