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Climb aboard for an unflinching ride thru the uncharted landscape of the Kali Yuga & the Great Shift of the Ages.
I reluctantly rise, not wanting to let go of the only free time we have which is when we sleep. We've got it ass-backwards. The night isn't scary, it's our friend and our spirits are free to roam. Maybe our spirits visit those better timelines where John Lennon is an old man who no longer writes songs and nanite bioweapons don't exist. Or maybe we visit with people who already left, but we can't stay and the gravity well will not allow us to remember where we went.
That is the morning doom, remembering that we are in a silent war against silent but very real weapons. You look up to see how bad the spraying got while you slept; already there are trails dissipating and on the horizon a couple more are headed your way.