Category: Terran Cognito

I want to thank everyone for their journey to awareness.  It’s often not an easy road. Opposed by family,  mates or children (teenagers seldom like to stick out to their peers – especially with a parent that is “different” than their peers).  A friend confided in me how her son who has been critical of her “woo woo” for many years, and how he became friends recently with others his age who are very much awake. Suddenly mom was cool and not weird.  I love stories like that, but not all of us get that kind of vindication of our personal truths we’ve been operating from.  It comes eventually,  we all hope it doesn’t come posthumously.  Yet history is full of great minds in art and science that never were recognized in their lifetimes.  There are no guarantees.  Even Jesus was not honored in his home town.  Yet we all have to act on what we know to be true, no matter what people think of us.

My own family thinks I am a bit nuts, my daughter perhaps being the most tolerant and loving.  The reason I began blogging with pseudonyms was at the request of my ex-wife, who didn’t want to be associated with my interests or beliefs.  We separated in 2013 and divorce became final in January of 2015. My ex still doesn’t want me talking to my daughter about what I know, but I am here for my daughter if she wants to ask.  I don’t know if my daughter reads this blog, I know her mom does.  This blog (and American Kabuki before it) has been a very open journalling of my journey in many ways.  I did not know where it would lead, but I knew from my Near Death Experience I was more than I thought I was.  I have had a very uniquely human experience in this life, and I am not yet very telepathic except with images.  Words are tougher for me.  Most of my journey has come from my heart.

My siblings are concerned about me. I know they talk about me. They read this blog, at least my brother does.  I can feel it on those rare occasions that we do get together as a family.  We grew up in a very conservative Christian sect.  One sister is still in a version of that belief system, the others have striven for “normalcy” in the mainstream of belief or non-belief.  Growing up in a church labeled a “cult” by other churches is a label that some try to shed through conformity to mainstream beliefs.  I took a different path out of that, challenging everything I learned along the way.

I get it. I really do. I’ve been there. There was a very kind and decent man from church by the name of Wes, who lived in Flagstaff.  He married into a prominent church family and were considered the perfect “church couple”.  One day Wes and his wife began channeling angels after exploring hypnosis.  It freaked us all the fuck out.  I had a morbid fascination with Wes’ journey because in the back of my mind was the question… “what if he really is talking to angels?”  But none of it fit any context I believed in, and things that don’t fit your belief context tend to challenge it.  I made nervous jokes and wise cracks about Wes.  Wes was and is a kind and decent person, but he was on a different journey, way different than my own. But in retrospect the exposure to ideas foreign to me was to lay a ground work for other things I would learn about myself, the planet and the cosmos, even if I didn’t believe it at the time.  And I would encounter GW Hardin in 1994 who helped me tremendously in my journey away from the dualistic thinking of Christian fundamentalism.  Gary also talked to angels, Arch Angels more specifically.  And he, coming from a math and science background had actual data to prove it.

What really scares my family is the simple fear that I have gone nuts.  Admittedly I changed a great deal after my near death experience in 2009.  Everyone who has had and NDE has changed.  You can’t help but change when you see the bigger context of life.  I’m not in anyway unique in that, Heather has had 2 NDEs and her purported “Appeal Attorney” accused her of being nuts, and with a lawyer like that who needs enemies?  LOL.  He’s since resigned her appeal case.

I have an older sister, was diagnosed in the late 1970s “Bible Belt” Oklahoma as being “schizophrenic”. She eventually went on the road and died homeless in San Diego in the mid 1990s as a Jane Doe.  Reagan’s “de-instituionalizing” meant each state put you on a Greyhound bus to your relatives, which is the worse place she could have gone. You really have to have lived in Oklahoma to understand that milieu. Psychological diagnosis are always subjective and more so when there’s a belief overlay in the one doing the diagnosing.  There’s no chemical test or DNA marker. And that’s the unspoken core of what really scares them, that there might be some genetic weakness in me or themselves.  The desire to be “normal” whatever that is and however that is defined.  And I am this glaring example of something “different” to them.  Nothing about my life has been quite normal.  My other brother has had a quite “normal” life, college degree in engineering, successful career, still married to the same woman and two daughters.  Normal in every sense of the word.  I love all my family.  And so far, much to my frustration, I am a poor telepath.

Yet when I look at the symptoms my sister had, I think my sister was just very naturally telepathic, but had no context and no support to what she was experiencing as the wife of a fundamentalist Christian preacher.  These days you’re more apt to be diagnosed as autistic, times change. My mom and dad told me of all the paranormal things (such as telekinesis) they experienced when my sister was going though puberty and adolescence and they clearly were already spooked by her. She was the first to go to our Church’s college and she married a minister as was common then. Later, during a stressful time of sectarian squabbles,  things began happening to her.  Her prosperous life shattered when her husband left a life selling Motorola 2 way radios to return to the ministry years after he left it because of his own stressed out gut. There was no convenient “box” into which to put those experiences of my sister other than “demonic” (as my dad thought it) or the more mainstream charitable version, being “mentally ill” and having a “chemical imbalance” which was used as grounds for divorce and removal from child custody.  There’s many Christians that think Chi (Qi) and yoga are of the devil. Its not in their holy book. My parents were of no comfort to my sister which only made her isolation worse.  Dad thought she was possessed and he was scared of her. And the more scared dad got the more she focused on him. Dad was mostly absent in our childhoods, he worked constantly to feed his six kids.  He gave his life for his kids but he was not present except in late in the evenings and on weekends, one day of which was filled with church activities. He was not tender with my sisters, he did a better job with the boys. What my family cannot appreciate now, is that yes there is a gene in them, but it is not a mental weakness gene it is a gift of subtle abilities.

At points in my life I have been an ass.  And that’s all my brother remembers from my teenage years.
My brother reads this blog in morbid fascination I think.  I got quite an earful from him a couple of months ago when I texted him with my new phone number. I don’t know what the trigger was as it was over SMS so I couldn’t hear in his voice or other recognizable frequency markers.  That’s the weakness of textual forms of messaging.  It could have been the financial pressures of the moment (which were then severe – but not now), or the energy frequencies that have been flooding in so strongly this summer that have been triggering most everyone one way or the other.  You all have been through that with someone you know and love.  And most of the time all you can do is let them vent as they purge their frequencies.  My brother has held onto that for 50+ years.  I was an ass in pre-teen and teen years and I did not treat him well.  I thought these issues were reconciled between years ago in 1985. I apologized to him then. He later apologized to me when he went through a 12 step program and counseling about holding it over on me. He may never be let it go. It’s up to him.  I’ve already done a mea culpa to the things of my youth. Nothing I can do can change any of the past.  In my pre-teen years my brother and I fought a lot.  I regretted that a lot  when I got into my 20s when lived on my own.

Oddly,  What my brother remembers is I did not want to walk to high school with him, but what he did not know was there was a cute and shapely girl named Betsy who’s routine was to sit on a split rail fence just down the street from my high school and smoke her morning cigarette.  She always said “Hi Bill” in the most sultry tones. She was in a few classes but I never had the guts to ask her out.  I was diminutive 5′ 2″ and all of a 110 lbs.  Most of the boys my age were much larger. I was a late bloomer and didn’t grow until my last two years of high school.

I was so nervous and so full of hormones I could never get words out of my mouth to carry on a decent conversation with her.  Yet she always smiled, sensing my innocent clumsiness.  That kindness only endeared her more to me. I wanted to walk to school alone so I could be with the girl alone mostly  so I wouldn’t be teased at home about the girl.  It was as simple as that.  And my family being of Scottish extraction were terrible and merciless teasers, my mom being the exception.  But my brother never saw that side of me, because I never let him tag along.  He just remembers being ignored by his older brother.  He internalized being rejected.  It was not my intent but it is his perception.

Our family was slightly dysfunctional.  But then who’s family in this country isn’t slightly dysfunctional?  And the more religious and judgmental, the worse it seems to get.  You may leave the religion you grew up in but do you leave the habits of thinking?

The first truly unconditional love I ever experienced was from my daughter.  I am not saying I didn’t get love as a kid, I did, but it was always based on my performance and conformance to my families beliefs and expectations. Do your duty and you’ll be loved kind of thing. Yet kids and pets are just unconditional in their love, they just are love incarnate.

I raised my daughter differently than I was raised and the difference shows in her self confidence. I didn’t really know what unconditional love was until 2013.  I have come to know it well since and the power of it.  Love for which there is no preconditions or contracts of performance.  But I cannot expect someone who never experienced unconditional love from me to think I have changed.  The last 7 years have been the most transformative years of my life. And it would take years to know what I am now.

As a teenager I also argued with my mom, at a time when I was bursting with male hormones and grumpy,  my mother was going through her hormone changes with menopause and would scream at me at the strangest moments.  I didn’t get along with her. I did deeply love her.  My mom’s high graduation gift to me was a yellow canvas duffle bag and I was pushed out on my own at 17.  My two brothers got a kinder send off (and for that I am thankful!) and my youngest brother was at home until he graduated from college.

My expectations in high school was that I would get drafted and die in a war nobody liked in Vietnam. The one good thing Nixon did was end that war. I never got drafted.  Missed it by a year. I was led to believe by my high school counselor that I wasn’t very bright and wouldn’t do well in college.  She said in her Bronx accent “ya gotta get a trade!” 

I was a surly teenager and thought the world sucked.  I didn’t  like how it worked.  I consoled myself by walking my Siberian husky for hours at time in the local park. Dogs always love you.

When I got into my 50s I realized my teenage sentiments about how the world ran were actually quite spot on.  In the 70s the bankers hadn’t yet gotten so greedy that regular people couldn’t figure out a way to make a living.  It took computers to centralize everything. By the late 1990s they got really greedy and were consolidating companies and shipping jobs to China by the boatload and nobody was much liking the direction this world and country was going.  The rust belt got rustier in the name of free trade. And both Democrats and Republicans were hitching their ponies to the China lobbyist gravy train. We live in a centrally planned economy planned by bankers. Poverty, war and destruction is inevitable outcome of the central banking system.

In 1982, at age 26,  I moved from Arizona to Los Angeles to continue my education. I had tried to be a carpenter but kept getting laid off in that era of high interest mortgages (they reached 17% at one point). Those repeated layoffs through no fault of my own was what began my investigations into the economy and banking  and the Federal Reserve.

All my brother remembers about me was cemented is those teen years we did share (most of which I have long since forgot).  It’s not his fault nor is it really mine.  I went on and lived my life the best I could. For him, his memories of me was not pleasant.  He never saw or felt how much pride I had in his accomplishments in cinematography and all the places he went and the people he met and my appreciation of his technical expertise and skills.   I guess he wanted my approval but felt he never got it as a teenager.  Yet I always admired him, even in high school when he was the school photographer for the year book.  He knew what he wanted to do long before I did. That lead into still photography, TV commercials, film and HD and 3D video.  His life has been centered around LA and Hollywood. He never saw or felt those moments I bragged about him to my friends overseas or at work.  He had no way of knowing.  Because I didn’t tell him.  I didn’t tell him I loved him and now he won’t listen when I do.  I didn’t tell anyone I loved them except my mom, and later my dad.  My family was not overtly affectionate.  It was just kind of assumed you knew.

For some of you its been a long long road,  Some of you have been awake since the 1970s (I was not), you early ones can at times be a little overly cautious but that was required in those years for survival.  You early ones came through a variety of “spiritual movements” staying for a time with followers of JZ Knight at Yelm (channeling Ramtha), Adamas, St Germaine or the one I learned about last year in Portland – the enigmatic “Steve”.   The list is endless.

Some of you later ones were followers of Eckhart Tolle, Greg Braden, Marianne Williamson, Jane Roberts or the more recent David Wilcock.  The millennials have Jordon Sather.  It will change with every generation.  I met a woman with a slight valley girl accent from Seattle, I knew nothing about “energies” or “frequencies” before I met her.  I was very much into logic, for the same reason my family fears now, because crazy people are not logical.   But logic has its limitations, its a good tool but only as good as the beginning premise. And binary logic is worse because it does not take into account the unknown or unknowable.

Some of you came to an awareness of how this world functions by analyzing the legal and UCC law systems, that was not my path until the time I met Heather and Caleb.

Others came through various religions, Christian, Sufi Islam, Buddhism or Taoism.  Each journey unique to what you needed at that moment, to take you to the next step in your expansion.

You have all been ostracized, rejected as different, outcast.   This is the price of early truth. Someone had to come to it first. You did.

I thank you for your endurance and love of humanity, for that’s really what its about, a changed planet for you and your children. I have heard your stories in private.  I can’t tell you when it’s over, but we are nearly there.  I don’t know if my validation counts very much for you all, but I do love and thank everyone of you.

Tell those you love that you love them. They may not hear it now, perhaps eventually.

I want to thank everyone for their journey to awareness.  It’s often not an easy road. Opposed by family,  mates or children (teenagers seldom like to stick out to their peers – especially with a parent that is “different” than their peers).  A friend confided in me how her son who has been critical of her “woo woo” for many years, and how he became friends recently with others his age who are very much awake. Suddenly mom was cool and not weird.  I love stories like that, but not all of us get that kind of vindication of our personal truths we’ve been operating from.  It comes eventually,  we all hope it doesn’t come posthumously.  Yet history is full of great minds in art and science that never were recognized in their lifetimes.  There are no guarantees.  Even Jesus was not honored in his home town.  Yet we all have to act on what we know to be true, no matter what people think of us.

My own family thinks I am a bit nuts, my daughter perhaps being the most tolerant and loving.  The reason I began blogging with pseudonyms was at the request of my ex-wife, who didn’t want to be associated with my interests or beliefs.  We separated in 2013 and divorce became final in January of 2015. My ex still doesn’t want me talking to my daughter about what I know, but I am here for my daughter if she wants to ask.  I don’t know if my daughter reads this blog, I know her mom does.  This blog (and American Kabuki before it) has been a very open journalling of my journey in many ways.  I did not know where it would lead, but I knew from my Near Death Experience I was more than I thought I was.  I have had a very uniquely human experience in this life, and I am not yet very telepathic except with images.  Words are tougher for me.  Most of my journey has come from my heart.

My siblings are concerned about me. I know they talk about me. They read this blog, at least my brother does.  I can feel it on those rare occasions that we do get together as a family.  We grew up in a very conservative Christian sect.  One sister is still in a version of that belief system, the others have striven for “normalcy” in the mainstream of belief or non-belief.  Growing up in a church labeled a “cult” by other churches is a label that some try to shed through conformity to mainstream beliefs.  I took a different path out of that, challenging everything I learned along the way.

I get it. I really do. I’ve been there. There was a very kind and decent man from church by the name of Wes, who lived in Flagstaff.  He married into a prominent church family and were considered the perfect “church couple”.  One day Wes and his wife began channeling angels after exploring hypnosis.  It freaked us all the fuck out.  I had a morbid fascination with Wes’ journey because in the back of my mind was the question… “what if he really is talking to angels?”  But none of it fit any context I believed in, and things that don’t fit your belief context tend to challenge it.  I made nervous jokes and wise cracks about Wes.  Wes was and is a kind and decent person, but he was on a different journey, way different than my own. But in retrospect the exposure to ideas foreign to me was to lay a ground work for other things I would learn about myself, the planet and the cosmos, even if I didn’t believe it at the time.  And I would encounter GW Hardin in 1994 who helped me tremendously in my journey away from the dualistic thinking of Christian fundamentalism.  Gary also talked to angels, Arch Angels more specifically.  And he, coming from a math and science background had actual data to prove it.

What really scares my family is the simple fear that I have gone nuts.  Admittedly I changed a great deal after my near death experience in 2009.  Everyone who has had and NDE has changed.  You can’t help but change when you see the bigger context of life.  I’m not in anyway unique in that, Heather has had 2 NDEs and her purported “Appeal Attorney” accused her of being nuts, and with a lawyer like that who needs enemies?  LOL.  He’s since resigned her appeal case.

I have an older sister, was diagnosed in the late 1970s “Bible Belt” Oklahoma as being “schizophrenic”. She eventually went on the road and died homeless in San Diego in the mid 1990s as a Jane Doe.  Reagan’s “de-instituionalizing” meant each state put you on a Greyhound bus to your relatives, which is the worse place she could have gone. You really have to have lived in Oklahoma to understand that milieu. Psychological diagnosis are always subjective and more so when there’s a belief overlay in the one doing the diagnosing.  There’s no chemical test or DNA marker. And that’s the unspoken core of what really scares them, that there might be some genetic weakness in me or themselves.  The desire to be “normal” whatever that is and however that is defined.  And I am this glaring example of something “different” to them.  Nothing about my life has been quite normal.  My other brother has had a quite “normal” life, college degree in engineering, successful career, still married to the same woman and two daughters.  Normal in every sense of the word.  I love all my family.  And so far, much to my frustration, I am a poor telepath.

Yet when I look at the symptoms my sister had, I think my sister was just very naturally telepathic, but had no context and no support to what she was experiencing as the wife of a fundamentalist Christian preacher.  These days you’re more apt to be diagnosed as autistic, times change. My mom and dad told me of all the paranormal things (such as telekinesis) they experienced when my sister was going though puberty and adolescence and they clearly were already spooked by her. She was the first to go to our Church’s college and she married a minister as was common then. Later, during a stressful time of sectarian squabbles,  things began happening to her.  Her prosperous life shattered when her husband left a life selling Motorola 2 way radios to return to the ministry years after he left it because of his own stressed out gut. There was no convenient “box” into which to put those experiences of my sister other than “demonic” (as my dad thought it) or the more mainstream charitable version, being “mentally ill” and having a “chemical imbalance” which was used as grounds for divorce and removal from child custody.  There’s many Christians that think Chi (Qi) and yoga are of the devil. Its not in their holy book. My parents were of no comfort to my sister which only made her isolation worse.  Dad thought she was possessed and he was scared of her. And the more scared dad got the more she focused on him. Dad was mostly absent in our childhoods, he worked constantly to feed his six kids.  He gave his life for his kids but he was not present except in late in the evenings and on weekends, one day of which was filled with church activities. He was not tender with my sisters, he did a better job with the boys. What my family cannot appreciate now, is that yes there is a gene in them, but it is not a mental weakness gene it is a gift of subtle abilities.

At points in my life I have been an ass.  And that’s all my brother remembers from my teenage years.
My brother reads this blog in morbid fascination I think.  I got quite an earful from him a couple of months ago when I texted him with my new phone number. I don’t know what the trigger was as it was over SMS so I couldn’t hear in his voice or other recognizable frequency markers.  That’s the weakness of textual forms of messaging.  It could have been the financial pressures of the moment (which were then severe – but not now), or the energy frequencies that have been flooding in so strongly this summer that have been triggering most everyone one way or the other.  You all have been through that with someone you know and love.  And most of the time all you can do is let them vent as they purge their frequencies.  My brother has held onto that for 50+ years.  I was an ass in pre-teen and teen years and I did not treat him well.  I thought these issues were reconciled between years ago in 1985. I apologized to him then. He later apologized to me when he went through a 12 step program and counseling about holding it over on me. He may never be let it go. It’s up to him.  I’ve already done a mea culpa to the things of my youth. Nothing I can do can change any of the past.  In my pre-teen years my brother and I fought a lot.  I regretted that a lot  when I got into my 20s when lived on my own.

Oddly,  What my brother remembers is I did not want to walk to high school with him, but what he did not know was there was a cute and shapely girl named Betsy who’s routine was to sit on a split rail fence just down the street from my high school and smoke her morning cigarette.  She always said “Hi Bill” in the most sultry tones. She was in a few classes but I never had the guts to ask her out.  I was diminutive 5′ 2″ and all of a 110 lbs.  Most of the boys my age were much larger. I was a late bloomer and didn’t grow until my last two years of high school.

I was so nervous and so full of hormones I could never get words out of my mouth to carry on a decent conversation with her.  Yet she always smiled, sensing my innocent clumsiness.  That kindness only endeared her more to me. I wanted to walk to school alone so I could be with the girl alone mostly  so I wouldn’t be teased at home about the girl.  It was as simple as that.  And my family being of Scottish extraction were terrible and merciless teasers, my mom being the exception.  But my brother never saw that side of me, because I never let him tag along.  He just remembers being ignored by his older brother.  He internalized being rejected.  It was not my intent but it is his perception.

Our family was slightly dysfunctional.  But then who’s family in this country isn’t slightly dysfunctional?  And the more religious and judgmental, the worse it seems to get.  You may leave the religion you grew up in but do you leave the habits of thinking?

The first truly unconditional love I ever experienced was from my daughter.  I am not saying I didn’t get love as a kid, I did, but it was always based on my performance and conformance to my families beliefs and expectations. Do your duty and you’ll be loved kind of thing. Yet kids and pets are just unconditional in their love, they just are love incarnate.

I raised my daughter differently than I was raised and the difference shows in her self confidence. I didn’t really know what unconditional love was until 2013.  I have come to know it well since and the power of it.  Love for which there is no preconditions or contracts of performance.  But I cannot expect someone who never experienced unconditional love from me to think I have changed.  The last 7 years have been the most transformative years of my life. And it would take years to know what I am now.

As a teenager I also argued with my mom, at a time when I was bursting with male hormones and grumpy,  my mother was going through her hormone changes with menopause and would scream at me at the strangest moments.  I didn’t get along with her. I did deeply love her.  My mom’s high graduation gift to me was a yellow canvas duffle bag and I was pushed out on my own at 17.  My two brothers got a kinder send off (and for that I am thankful!) and my youngest brother was at home until he graduated from college.

My expectations in high school was that I would get drafted and die in a war nobody liked in Vietnam. The one good thing Nixon did was end that war. I never got drafted.  Missed it by a year. I was led to believe by my high school counselor that I wasn’t very bright and wouldn’t do well in college.  She said in her Bronx accent “ya gotta get a trade!” 

I was a surly teenager and thought the world sucked.  I didn’t  like how it worked.  I consoled myself by walking my Siberian husky for hours at time in the local park. Dogs always love you.

When I got into my 50s I realized my teenage sentiments about how the world ran were actually quite spot on.  In the 70s the bankers hadn’t yet gotten so greedy that regular people couldn’t figure out a way to make a living.  It took computers to centralize everything. By the late 1990s they got really greedy and were consolidating companies and shipping jobs to China by the boatload and nobody was much liking the direction this world and country was going.  The rust belt got rustier in the name of free trade. And both Democrats and Republicans were hitching their ponies to the China lobbyist gravy train. We live in a centrally planned economy planned by bankers. Poverty, war and destruction is inevitable outcome of the central banking system.

In 1982, at age 26,  I moved from Arizona to Los Angeles to continue my education. I had tried to be a carpenter but kept getting laid off in that era of high interest mortgages (they reached 17% at one point). Those repeated layoffs through no fault of my own was what began my investigations into the economy and banking  and the Federal Reserve.

All my brother remembers about me was cemented is those teen years we did share (most of which I have long since forgot).  It’s not his fault nor is it really mine.  I went on and lived my life the best I could. For him, his memories of me was not pleasant.  He never saw or felt how much pride I had in his accomplishments in cinematography and all the places he went and the people he met and my appreciation of his technical expertise and skills.   I guess he wanted my approval but felt he never got it as a teenager.  Yet I always admired him, even in high school when he was the school photographer for the year book.  He knew what he wanted to do long before I did. That lead into still photography, TV commercials, film and HD and 3D video.  His life has been centered around LA and Hollywood. He never saw or felt those moments I bragged about him to my friends overseas or at work.  He had no way of knowing.  Because I didn’t tell him.  I didn’t tell him I loved him and now he won’t listen when I do.  I didn’t tell anyone I loved them except my mom, and later my dad.  My family was not overtly affectionate.  It was just kind of assumed you knew.

For some of you its been a long long road,  Some of you have been awake since the 1970s (I was not), you early ones can at times be a little overly cautious but that was required in those years for survival.  You early ones came through a variety of “spiritual movements” staying for a time with followers of JZ Knight at Yelm (channeling Ramtha), Adamas, St Germaine or the one I learned about last year in Portland – the enigmatic “Steve”.   The list is endless.

Some of you later ones were followers of Eckhart Tolle, Greg Braden, Marianne Williamson, Jane Roberts or the more recent David Wilcock.  The millennials have Jordon Sather.  It will change with every generation.  I met a woman with a slight valley girl accent from Seattle, I knew nothing about “energies” or “frequencies” before I met her.  I was very much into logic, for the same reason my family fears now, because crazy people are not logical.   But logic has its limitations, its a good tool but only as good as the beginning premise. And binary logic is worse because it does not take into account the unknown or unknowable.

Some of you came to an awareness of how this world functions by analyzing the legal and UCC law systems, that was not my path until the time I met Heather and Caleb.

Others came through various religions, Christian, Sufi Islam, Buddhism or Taoism.  Each journey unique to what you needed at that moment, to take you to the next step in your expansion.

You have all been ostracized, rejected as different, outcast.   This is the price of early truth. Someone had to come to it first. You did.

I thank you for your endurance and love of humanity, for that’s really what its about, a changed planet for you and your children. I have heard your stories in private.  I can’t tell you when it’s over, but we are nearly there.  I don’t know if my validation counts very much for you all, but I do love and thank everyone of you.

Tell those you love that you love them. They may not hear it now, perhaps eventually.