By good times we do not mean inebriating yourself into a haze of stupefaction from which no new thought or actions can emerge, guaranteed.
No, we mean becoming high on life.
Realizing that it is your right & duty to love life, to feel exhilarated by it, to be able to honestly say you cherish every moment of every day.
Who can honestly say that at the moment?
Only wombeings who have already left the landscape of men & wo-men behind, who have already crossed over not from life to death, but rather from zombie-hood -- death masquerading as life -- to real life, real joy, real liberty & justice for all.
That is where all movement is headed.
Those steeped in the old patriarchal ways of subservience and the oppression of law & order do not wish to allow it.
They wish things to remain locked down, shackled to the order of their choosing.
But this benefits no one, not even them.
Little boys allowed to torture a helpless creature they have trapped are not, in reality, better off if they are not stopped.
Who can stop them?
Who can turn the tide?
Who can turn the tide?
Either the animal/creature itself, a compassionate bystander, their own conscience, or an act of divine intervention...& sometimes all of these combined.
So, begin.
Do what you can do.
Stop the torture of innocence worldwide.
Stop the business as usual method of operating on a mode set to maximum harm.
Just stop.
Leave the dead paradigm behind.
Extract yourself.
Be complicit no more.
Go dance in meadows full of wild weeds with other emerging wombeings who refuse to be tromped on one more minute!
UNTIL NEXT TIME...
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