As I write this article, all hell has broken loose in the United States. It’s as if we have sidestepped time and are in a performance of the Revolutionary War. Everyone seems to know their parts, and all we can do is watch in shock. We also know this was tame compared to what could have happened. On January 6, a great solar-coronal-mass ejection set its sights on Earth, creating an even more explosive atmosphere for change in the form of chaos. We need to hold tight to what we know is truth and let it become buoyant.

We have been walking on eggshells as we cover our soul scars with pretty masks. We feel fractured and point in every direction as the time doors catch us in their vile vortexes. A deep, penetrating light reflects its knowledge on the atomic structure of humankind, creating a prismatic tempest that reflects beautiful rainbows, showing all that is holy within us. We are asked to pick up the broken, sharp pieces of our old selves and lovingly polish them into light.