Father Time is making himself known again by rerouting the very best of intentions, sidestepping the twenty-four-hour day, and running us around in circles. Time as we know it cannot be forced into pigeonholes nor can it be trained to do our bidding. Time has grown its own wings and takes flight into previously unknown patterns, reconstructing the highways and byways of what was.

All Circuits Are Busy; All Bets Are Off

The sextants of humanity' s DNA demand that it fly in a direction that brings a quickening. Do not take for granted what is etched in sand on the hourglass of time, for what once was instructed and carved in stone has shifted in context. The timelines can be neither tamed nor ridden into submission.

What was taken for granted is challenged nonstop, what you know to be truth is challenged, and what you believe in your heart is challenged. The body has received so many mixed signals, it feels like a Long Island iced tea. All of humanity is in overload. All circuits are busy. Senses are so overworked they are taking a leave of absence, which creates that fuzzy, disconnected feeling. Earth is at an intersection of time with no clear directions. The playing field of Earth is being changed forever. It is becoming a clearing-house of light and information for all universes.