I am letting my tears drop freely to clear my eyes to write to you. I see you, I hear you, I feel you and I’m with you. I am crying because I am so sorry. I cry for the truth of your words which I identify greatly.

I am worrying about time too and I am on edge. I need to live every second, to get to the minutes, to get to the hours, to get to the days, to get to the months, to get to the years, to get on with my life.

I am on the edge and have been for few days, I can’t shake it-I feel its sharpness cutting my soul. I am in a point at which something is likely to begin, a dividing line, a grittier edge, provocative and discomforting. I am highly tense and nervous and irritable, in a precarious position. I am in a state of keen excitement, as from danger or risk. Or as if I was going to die last night….and I had only 37 more minutes to live.

And the question I raised was, what would I do with those 37 last minutes of my life… and I decided to love, each and every second of it…to go loving…

I cry because I am guilty of allowing myself to be unraveled in getting away from love to that fragmentation that you speak of-something needs to wake in me the spirit of survival that tells me I must grow into the united, cosmically understanding species I have the capability of being, or decline into the infinite from whence we came. I am waking up Greg. Thank you amigo-brother, I needed that-today, right now-I just woke up!

You said “We are in a time now when humankind sees itself divided. In one way or one billion ways, we have divided fraction-ed, marginalized and separated ourselves from one another. Racially, ethnically, religiously, financially, nationally, mentally, through caste, etc. Any way we can come up with, we have found a way to do it. And by now, we are excellent at it. It has become a part of our instinct to continue on, tribally. We no longer see ourselves as a collective whole, but as fragmented. I am not certain if this is our last chance to speak a great truth of Oneness, but I definitely sense the timing inside my own internal clock, and an alarm is going off. Not just going off, but blaring in my drums!”

Oh, that is soo true, Oh Greg and soo sad, and soo easy to do, and I do it unconsciously. And I am stopping it now.

“A Choice is on our plate, to either continue down this road we are heading that filters us further and further until we are but a shadow of who we were and could be, OR, we may begin to think of new elements of survival and what survival means to us. It is an issue that needs our immediate attention. Our collective attention.” I choose to survive, to take notice and I stand with you.

Spiritually, humanly and divinely I decide to stay connected, to reach out not to run away, to live and love and be free to give myself freely and without reservation. I am going to love as if my life depended of it because it does.