This is how I felt, dear Ones, after waking up from a comfy nap this evening, Saturday.
And yet no dream I can remember, and no palpable astral travel.
How can we possibly feel liberated after sleep?
And what sleep are we talking about here?
Perhaps a strange, inoculating sleep that has lasted for millennia….
I will let you explore, dear Ones, I will let you ‘research’ the feeling, so to speak.
The feeling of waking up, the feeling of liberation…
The times we are entering now have never been waded and yet, they seem to feel so familiar.
How can this be?
And where are we, dear Ones?
What is this new human adventure about?
If not … liberation itself.
PS: I just now realize I wrote a “freedom” of Liberation in the title when I was thinking of a “feeling” of Liberation. How uncanny!
And so it is, a freedom of Liberation!
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