Some of you may be wondering why a posted a Yeats poem on the Current Events page.
First of all I'll have to admit that I was lit up like a Christmas Tree last night... I really didn't mean to be in such a state. I met with some friends who were having shots of what I thought was Schnapps which has a relatively low alcohol level. I found out after a few shots 
, way to late, that it Rumple-something-or-the-other which is 100 proof, and I hadn't eaten dinner. Sheesh! I now remember why I stopped drinking like that, shoots of alcohol, years ago. I thank that Green Goddess on a Ritz Cracker that I was less than a mile from home. Although I don't think I posted this here irrationally, I do believe it belongs here, but if I wasn't crocked I probably wouldn't of had the guts to post it here for worrying others wouldn't see it as a likely Current Event topic. But it's here so I figure I've some 'splaining to do.
So anyway, I got home, safely, and picked up a book I had bought at the used book store called The Experiment by John Darnton. I was thumbing through the first pages and found this Yeats poem, and it finally hit me--this poem expresses exactly the unrest I've been damn near plagued with lately... that something big is going to happen. I having been trying to access, intuitively, what the heck is causing me to feel so uneasy about "the future" and the most I've even been able to "see" is a slow swirling mass, up in the air... and swirling so slow it can't be called tornadic. And it's weird because in this swirling mass are machines like TV's, computers, cars, even tanks and weapons, etc.. No people though. Don't ask me why 'cause I'm not knowing why machines, of all things, but big as day that's what's there.
Anyway, the overall feeling from seeing this is that the future is up in the air, almost like Fate has stepped aside if you will, and what will happen next is still unknown... and unknown even by those who think they know. Intuitively, it feels like other citizens of the cosmos are looking on at us here in 3D Land with their breath held and their fingers crossed... what CHOICE will humanity make now at this pivotal juncture in history? The last lines of this poem shot such a sense of a pall into me, and was very, very sobering... killed my buzz for sure, and I got massive chills running through me--
W. B. Yeats wrote:And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
But I think maybe it DOESN'T have to be this way... I think that's why I'm intuiting the feeling from a higher than I source/s that it's up to us. We've been given the tools of feeling what's right in our hearts and the power to discern conscientiously to create a better future. We know action follows thought, but if ever, at least I think, there was a time to be active with our thoughts to create action, then that time is right now. There is a window of opportunity of the likes I don't think has been available before.
I know, I know... how many intuitives, psychics, channelers have uttered these very words many, many times over, but I have never, never felt this so strongly before that I felt like I had to actually put it into print in the public eye, myself become venerable, and ask please, please, please be mindful of your thoughts... take as much time as you can to envision a future filled with compassion. You and me, all of us, need to be mindful not to allow doubt and fear enter into our hearts and thoughts even though things are really iffy these days and we know how we and others are disserved all to well.
And please, I'm not being my normal "cheerleader" Go Team Light Go! here, rather I am asking a very somber and authentic request. I will be heeding my own advice from here on out, and not pester anyone with this again.
Thanks for listening guys.... please forgive my mushiness, but it's true... I love you guys.
And no, I'm not still tipsy 
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Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance.
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If you spin around on your chair really fast, things around here will make a lot more sense.
. I read this next one probably seven or eight years ago and you want to talk about one mind moving fast... oddly though, I at the time interpreted it differently than others I showed it too. I thought Sacred Animals referred to Arcangels. Too bad I can't ask Yeats.