From time to time I am asked about the possible actuality of “dire predictions”, …of war, environmental collapse, of political upheaval. Whether in public or private forums, I usually poo-poo them and not because I am a skeptical curmudgeon dedicated to some kind of know-it-all denialism.
The root of all anxiety and phobias is a fear of death. It’s easy to be fearful of much more than we should in a world so filled with violence but fear is strictly physical.
In our human culture many channels have evolved to reinforce the basic drive of fear. After centuries of the geological formation process, poisonous gases fiery furnaces and the like, we left the paradise bubble of spirit for the physical plane, knowing that it was especially designed to accommodate separated forms all dependent on nourishment to survive and thus confined to being either hunter or hunted.
My senses were alive in The Dark Realm. I could smell damp dank earth and the air was heavy with a wet fog. There was no sound but there was a tense feeling. I felt like I didn’t know what the first step would bring. I hesitated just a moment too long.