God said:
This will pass. Whatever it is, this is the truth in the world. The world is passing right before your eyes. This is how it is.
Procrastination is passing right now. Can procrastination last forever? What is happening is that your world is being turned upside down. It is like you have been thrown up into the air, and you haven’t quite landed yet. What does this mean? It means you are losing boundaries. You are becoming unbounded. You are gaining unboundedness. You are in the middle or muddle of freedom.
Sometimes you would avidly like to clutch to old times and old ways. You feel pledged to people of the past and to people of the present and to a way of life named Future. You have long wanted to get out of confinement, yet, suddenly, freedom does not feel so wonderful as you thought it would. Where do you rest your head? Where are all the seeming possessions and props that, yes, got in your way, yet were comforting to add up. And the people of the past who are no longer evident? You long for them. How you long for them.
The people of the past are lined up like paper cut-outs attached one to the other. There is no end. And I tell you also that there is no beginning. Infinity just is. It is like a choo-choo train you see from an angle. Life seems to pass before you, and, yet, life, without form, amounts to invisible atoms and molecules. Invisible spark plugs are moving. Yes, I suppose We can say that Light moves. It certainly sparkles. Hey, you, all you atoms and molecules out there, dazzle the world.
Something else to add to the very long list of reasons we don't trust the Catholic church or the Pope, they've recently declared Junípero Serra to be a saint. This is a man who was an inquisitor for the Spanish Inquisition, and a masochist who used to beat himself bloody. Truly a sick individual, but that stuff pales in comparison to what he did to the Native Americans. Here's a statement from the National Congress of American Indians:
