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Your post blew me away because it is so magically synchronous. Those very words to Dylan Thomas's poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" have been floating through my head for the past few weeks:

"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Clearly, an invitation from the Universe to get to it. And now your post. Hello!

I couldn't get through Anthony Hopkins' rendition without weeping profusely for the loss of the light here in 3D, my own included, and for my inability to express my anger about the rapid collapse of life here with all its attendant suffering that I find so excruciating to witness, fathom, and absorb. I feel like I'm in a bad dream.

You said:

"The mirrors will thus get ever stronger as the old reality unwinds itself. Here is the opportunity then - the potential for rapid spiritual growth within yourself. Surrender. Let go into the strengthening flow of evolutionary change. Your soul will speak, ever louder, until it's primal scream becomes undeniable. Go with it. Express into it. Unleash it. And this could just become the most miraculous shift of your existence..."

How can I possibly go gently into that good night unless I fully honour the fiery passion of my soul while I'm still alive, eyes blazing like meteors, words forked with lightening, as Dylan Thomas says so eloquently? How can I go gently into that good night unless I find the courage to scream out my rage and find the light beyond all the madness, oppression, inequity, and horror of being human? Time to heed the call of the wild and run with the wolves to help me do that!

It feels like the right place to attach a video of a few profoundly moving poems by Charles Bukowski that inspire me to go all the way, as he says.

Trinity and Lia, many thanks for sharing your experiences and perspectives. In doing so, you help me to more fully accept being human and to continually let go of 3D.

x

Cathy Charles Bukowski: