Whether I am right, or wrong, on the button or majorly missing the mark - I feel called, as the author of Fierce Feminine Rising, and as a person, who some may look toward for some honest, heart-centred words regarding this here, now moment.

I feel today brings the 'skidding into reality' full realisation that a gathering darkness is here. Nowhere on the planet will there be a going back to normal - ever. And it is going to hit us, those in the west - most. Not because it will be more brutal, or focused on the first world in some way, but because we have not known this way of life before.

I feel that nothing will prevent this wall of darkness from gathering us within its midst - nothing. No sudden trumpet, no unforeseen saviour. No revealing of documents from Trump, and definitely no change of US Presidency. No vaccine, no restrictions, no extra police troops, no army on the streets - nothing can stop this.

It is an ancient and original darkness - and it's time, it seems, is now. I believe a civil war is coming to the United States, and I believe many people in the UK and Europe will look on and feel compelled to be agents of destruction in their own home countries. I believe the first world will come to know what it is like to live in the third world. Simply because - this time is upon us.

This level of destruction, death and chaos cyclicly destroys every form of life every now and again. Wiping out species and their habitats, and as we know, we too, by our own actions have complied with this destructive will. Now our time is here. Where we are is where we have chosen to be for this time. It seems we have already made our decision, by the mere definition that we are where we find ourselves to be. And for some, there will be a scorching pain of separation for the choices made to not be with loved ones.

Historically, in times like this, great and powerful prayers get spoken, humility breaks upon our hardened veneer, and grace washes through us. Light is glimpsed again as if seen for the very first time. Love emerges within us, as gratitude swallows us whole. Our time of learning, dabbling, practising spirituality every now and again is over. The real path shines before us. What has already been given, was the foundational stone, the solid first slab, which we many now, or not stand upon, as we walk, walk, walk that straight and narrow path.

The world is changing.

We will see and feel terrible things. Many, many of us will be sacrificed by the death machine. I might be sacrificed, or my loved ones... and I shall have to bear that. As some will know, I am drawn by the Cathar tradition and am an ever-drunk disciple of the Christ path. In the Cathar prophecy, there is the declaration "we shall return" in 2021. I can now see the countless similarities of that time, and now. As heartbreaking as this is, it is also somewhat reassuring - in its predictability. This terrible time is cyclic, perhaps, in some incomprehensible way - necessary. Maybe, even natural.

Every. Single. Age. Reaches this point.

So, with whatever time I have left, and with a steady heart knowing I am going to see, hear and feel the worst of all things. I shall make my home, a place of goodness and settle in for the time to come. Some of us will be here, some of us will be there. Some of us will open to the Light, some of us will open to the Dark. Some of us will not know what to do - and therefore do nothing. I guess my last words would be - what is the critical role you will play? Because we are no longing playing anymore. The greatest forces of chaos and creation are upon us, and we are being drawn up into the great swell of the foretold tsunami. I would like to think that I will choose the same way as the Cathars:

"...In the silent darkness, the perfecti no doubt uttered the words which promised divine pardon as a result of the imminence of death and of the liberation of the spirit. No doubt they stretched forth their hands over bowed heads in the invisible gesture of the consolomentum - and possibly as they bade each other farewell in the darkness and Esclarmonde pressed closer to her earthly lover, a miraculous light lit up the vault with its myriad crystals and age-old stalactites. Possibly, by the miracle of love that joined them so closely they attained all together, as is taught in their religion, that abode where fire has no heat, water no fluidity, matter no weight and where is enjoyed the blessedness of loving endlessly. The mountain above the Ariege has kept the secret of the mass without candles, of the death without grave or winding-sheet, of the Book of Love that was kept among the treasure, the parfait's gesture and the lover's kiss..."

Maurice Magre