One day, this war will be over.

I was skimming over a book, Ed, the journal of a soldier in WW2, who discovered through his deployment, that the day he’d signed up to be a soldier, his life had stopped being his. “The End of my Life” by Vance Bourjally.

But it was a note at the front that caught my eye. It said that he’d intended originally to put a bit of writing by another author as the preface of the book, but, “The piece under consideration seems remote on rereading, and, in a way, almost naive, now that the war is over and its complex states of mind all but forgotten.”

This war we’re living in, Ed, this war on humanity and soul and the very nature of our realm; it will be over one day. From there, we will see the incidents and events of now very differently.

We will probably never again be so up close to evil as we are in these days. We’ll most probably never again see them exposing themselves so blatantly as they do in their drugged tripping in these times.

We must take advantage of these times and the things we see and perceive, because these will sleep in our subconscious and that of our descendants through time.

This is something of great value we can give to our children of the future; the realisations and learnings of living in this time.

Just like how people have to dive deep under the ocean to find pearls, dig, explore caves and go places others cannot, to find precious stones, magical holders of energies that even when so tiny, change the paths of our lives with their energy; so we have dived so deep into the dark, to be here and find the truths we are finding every day.