Astrology DNA: another way to decode our personal evolution?

The investigations into the ancestry of ‘celebrities,’ has led to a growing interest in sites advertising our own historical connections, albeit more brief and not, necessarily, linking us to ‘personalities,’ unless we undertake further research. Nonetheless, getting to know who we are is, probably, the most important task we will ever pursue in a lifetime: and. Socrates’ dictum: “Know Thy Self: the unexamined Life is not worth living” are, probably, the most memorable words he ever spoke.

For me, they were the ones that sparked my enduring interest in Astrology, and Reincarnation: as well as the pursuit of the meaning of the four dreams that ‘haunted’ my childhood. And, even though I’ve taken many a course, it is more from my self-taught studying that I gained the most knowledge-mostly from diving deeply into challenging circumstances to the point of going where some angels ‘might fear to tread. ‘ And duly noting that ‘stubborn’ and ‘wilful’ are, sometimes a by-product of ‘determination’ and ‘tenacity:’ and this down to the fact that my present Life Path Number is Eight, and much about tying up Karmic loose ends, and being guided by the hard-won lessons from past ones.

Having watched a Zoom presentation by Mark Gober, and intending to buy his book ‘An End to Upside Down Thinking,'” it consolidated my own, on out-worn Paradigms, still being accepted and taught in Universities: and the total acceptance of ‘holy’ books that, still, so dominate Religions. In this 21st Century (but with so many more preceding it) and those who question them, regarded as ‘heretics,’ there’s even more research that should be brought into the light about just WHO WE ARE, as HUMAN BEINGS, getting down to a serious study of our unique composites and a shift towards a greater Consciousness. It’s as much a personal voyage of discovery as a collective one, because every one of Us has to make it, before We are reading to move on, and through.

Those incredibly complex strands of the double helix transmitting genetic information contain many more mysterious connections, still to be unravelled, and I’m thinking that Astrology is one of the ways in which it may be encoded so that we may access the Whys and Wherefores of the How we got to be Who we are. Yet one more Reason to live long enough, to get more Answers!

What’s For You Won’t Pass you By.

Well, it won’t, if The Fates have anything to do with It- the It that will be the Story of your Life- as they go about the spinning, allotting and destined end days woven into your uniquely personal web.I was a baby, lying in my pram,and observing a spider begin to work on the bridge thread of its web, just before it started on the meticulous weaving.of an incredibly beautiful design. And that was when I had my first Thought: “So, that’s how we do it.” When I was around four years old, sitting opposite my grandmother, in front of a warm fire, she had suddenly said: “What are we going to make of you?” And that was when I had thought: “What am I going to make of myself?”

When I was Five, and watching the marvelously complex film, ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ I’d become intrigued by the way the images that were being carried to the screen,in a narrow swathe of ;light from the Projectionist’s space, and being transposed ‘the right way up;’ and thinking: “So, that’s the way They do it!” For me, that meant our stories had somehow been created from Somewhere Else, and we had come here, to live them, in the World. When ‘Dorothy’ sang her song: “Somewhere over The Rainbow,” came the a strong feeling that ‘back there,’ was Home. Sorted! I had no truck with Sunday School, after that.

Actually if Clotho, Lachesis and Atrophos are doing their work, properly, what’s for you won’t pass you by: even for the gods, because Fate defines events as being ‘inevitable and unavoidable.’And I’ve thought, quite a lot about this. over the years as I wandered among the threads, making choices that seemed casual enough, on their surfaces, but so very influential to where they led me. Even the slightest difference in the time we do things, a sudden decision to have a coffee in a different cafe, a crossing of a road, at a different point, spotting something that seems very significant, in an advertisement, or missing our usual bus; they are all part of the grand design: and all to be understood, when we see it laid on the wall, as if it was a tapestry, composed of experiences and their memories.

Every so often, as I was growing up, I’d find myself feeling rather like someone sitting on a fence, watching the World go by, and wondering what it was that was going to make me make a move? And with this, with my Intuition hovering about me, waiting for the Message. That was to come, when I was sixteen coming up to seventeen and (by following its navigation) led me through the experiences that my Inner Voice ‘told ‘ me that wouldn’t. necessarily, bring me a lot of happiness but, from which I’d learn a lot, and become a ‘better person.’ A tall order, for one so young, but one that I took up as a major project. If I’d known, then, how long it would take (and been able to see what emotional impacts they would would bring) I think I would have demurred. As it was (and is) I have them to thank, for making me the ‘Me’ I am, today.

The Big Thing is, of course, that when we have come to our relinquishing of a life ‘this time around,’ we’re going to have to take another personality on board, in future ones: so where does that leave the other ones? I got an inkling of how that might work, when I took myself to a three-day workshop on ‘Soul,’ in Sedona (led by Mitchell Gibson) and imagined that Souls actually create the kinds of individual personalities that serve their purpose of understanding what it’s like to be a human being; a bit like laying many different eggs, and us ‘hatching’ them, according to our own karmic needs. Right now, that’s enough for me to think about but (I dare say) in future lives I’ll be off on a modified tack, when Soul has created another of It’s ‘Me’s.’ I’d recognised four personalities as different personifications of former ‘Me’s,’ in the dreams I’d had, as a young child; but it was harder to do that in the two part life regressions I’d investigated, via another consultant. Still, that has been no problem when I’ve felt a strong sense of connection to particular places, ‘knowing’ that I’ve been there, before; but not knowing who I’d been, then.

I’d begun to teach myself to read, at the precociously early age of Three, to get at what I considered to be the ‘necessary information,’ for understanding what Life was all about; and I have to thank my Dad for giving me the money for the many books that I’d found, as we wandered about the Markets, on Saturday mornings. In this way (although I was some way off, in their understanding) I discovered books by Plato, Encyclopedias, and various Philosophers: and, for the most part, feeling more ‘at home’ with what the more ancient ones were passing on (particularly Plato and his mentor, Socrates) which, naturally, had led me into Ancient Greek Mythology so that (after many years, when I finally managed to get to Greece) it was, truly, a ‘Coming Home’ experience for me.

We’re in What If territory, here, if we consider what designs are necessary for each individual, coming to a new life, then Clotho, Lachesis and Atrophos have as much authority (and artistry) as any; for they hold the records of each and every one that we have lived-and what we have a need to address, in future ones-and could well be in cohorts with Soul, Itself.

Another big question is: ‘How do we know if we have a Soul connection?” I’ve borrowed this from checking out Soul’s connection to the Fates but it, surely, fits into the whys and wherefores of my either choosing, or not choosing, to take a relationship further, on a very personal level. ‘You can feel a significant change in your inner landscape, which often reflects in your outer circumstances. They change your life on a very profound level; and (as you interact with them) you sense that you’ll never be the same again.’ And you KNOW.

In 2013, I KNEW that I would never,ever put my Self into any of those, still outstanding, spiritual challenges I’d taken on board when I was sixteen, coming up to seventeen:and that information was coming from the depths of my Soul. There’s no gainsaying there won’t be others, as I make my (hopefully) merry way into future ones: but (also from It’s depths) is the encouragement that comes from gaining the strength that I could have achieved in any other way. Something to think about, when You next fill your glass with wine: Salute all the One’s who made You, who You are, now.

Emerging from the Dream

Because I began to have four dreams, when I was four years old, and which repeated themselves every so often, until, I was around nine, a study of Past Lives was to become one of my pursuits in this one: as well as Astrology and Divination. But, first, I had to work through the ‘unfinished business’ indicated by the brief fragments of myself as four different women, in four very different lives.

Three of the dreams involved three different men.The fourth one was concentrated on the ‘Me’ I was then. When I was sixteen, coming up to seventeen, I got the signal that began the long journey towards their resolution. It was to take fifty seven years, before that mission was completed. And, believe me, I never, ever, want to take up that kind of challenge, ever, again.

Then again, I’m so very glad I did because just as my inner voice had said (when I re-met the first man in the first dream) “Well. You have a choice. You can either walk away and have the kind of life, most people would think of as a ‘happy’ one: or you can stay. You won’t always be happy, but you will learn a lot; and become a better person,” by taking the latter one, that’s exactly what did happen.

A major part of that decision had been to keep a promise I’d made, in the last moments of one of those lives. Actually, every one of those lives had been about keeping promises but, when I was making the last one, I’d known I was going to regret it: and that’s exactly what was to happen, in this life. ‘What’s for you, won’t pass you by,’ is an old saying that carries many grains of truth.

If you check out Dreams and Past Life Memory/Psi Encyclopaedia you’ll discover some excellent sources which will lead you to others. What I experienced were ‘flashbulb memories,’ with each of them seeming to be a brief clip from a longer reel. Each of them ran like a silent movie but, when words were being spoken, I somehow picked up what they had been, as though I was reading from sub titles (except for when I’d been given a choice) when they’d come, loud and clear from my Inner Voice.

And, as that Inner Voice is transmitted on a very different frequency from everyday thoughts, clearly identified by its authoritative tones, there’s no quibbling about it’s importance. When I was around seven years old It used to suddenly ‘take over,’ and begin to issue advice (through me) to someone I’d found myself close to. Not the kind of thing you’d expect from a seven year old and. always a surprise to me. Looking back, I’m thinking it was a practice run for the psychic work I was to do, in the future: but not before I’d had to work my way through that ‘unfinished business,’ as a very necessary apprenticeship.

And by listening to it, as I found myself struggling through some very dark territory, It was to give me some very necessary navigation.

“People may doubt you, but never doubt your deep, inner, call; inner voice, and inner strength.”

Amit Ray

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it by living someones else’s.”

Steve Jobs

“TOLD YOU SO,” Sincerely, Your Intuition”

Intuition is the Whisper of the Soul

I heard the Voice of mine, as I was born and, intermittently, until It let me know I was about to Go It Alone. “Every one of You has to do that, from time to time ” It said, “but when you need Me, I’ll be here.”

And so it Was.

Sun & Moon & Saturn

To begin at any beginning is rather like Wittgenstein’s comment that “a mathematical point is just a place to start an argument,” except he might (just as well) have said ” a postulation.” For me, I’m taking another look at the association of Sun, Moon and Saturn, in my Natal Chart, being on the cusp of the 10th and 11th Houses, making of them the mixed messages that accompanied my childhood. Likewise my Rising Sign (Gemini, by dispersing Information) and my Sun Sign (Pisces, dispersing Dreams & Visions) and both coming under the category of ‘mutable.’

Yes: I’m being very personal, here; but this is all to do with arousing the curiosity to go seeking your own Whys and Wherefores. With Gemini being my Ascendant came a need to discover connections, to raise rather more questions, than answers; to keep on searching until I find a crack to slip through. With Sun, being the Sign I was born under, came the urge to find that kind of light. And with my Moon being a companion, came the hint that I was both seeking the ‘end’ of something, as well as a ‘new’ beginning: which, pretty much fits in with my being born under a New Moon; as well as being made to take stock of the four dreams reminding me of ‘unfinished business,’from the past.

With Saturn sharing both Sun and Moon’s territory brought the kind of ‘clash’ that was to need much investigation: and that came from the very different personalities of my mother and father. Normally (whatever this means) Moon represents Nurture, Protection, Boundaries and Bonding, while Sun oversees Austerity: and a particular lesson in Pisces by encouraging self-mastery and both spiritual and creative discipline.

I’m thinking about Astrology as the most useful way of practising ‘Introrse,’ although it’s more associated with Botany, meaning ‘facing inwards, turning towards the axis:’ and ‘axis ‘meaning ‘ a straight line around which a body, or a geometrical object rotates.’ In the Visual Arts (in which Astrology may be placed) it’s an imaginary line, to which elements of the work are referred for measurement or symmetry. And, by thinking about Botany, it’s possible to consider human beings in a similar way: ‘form. function, ecology, and economic importance’ if we add the ‘evolutionary possibilities of the ‘spiritual;’ which means taking a look at the sign ruling our Ascendant. For me, that’s Gemini.

Sometimes, along that long voyage of discovery, the sudden appearance of an ‘answer’ is eminently satisfying when it comes, as proof, that you’ve been steering in the right direction: and it was by re-reading Sasha Fenton’s book ‘Rising Signs,’ that I got my validation about my early childhood REALLY feeling very much as though I was something of an ‘Orphan Child,’ although they were well and truly manifested in my marriage, with its strong sense of alienation with my ‘adopted’ family. I’d coped, well enough, with my feelings of an apparent ‘worthlessness,’ before then but (as ‘what’s for you, will not pass you by’) they were to become an object lesson in gaining a very different perspective. Which, when you come to muse on the value of astrology, is what It’s all about.

To Begin at The Beginning

There was a time, as there is for all of us, when we took our first step from being a Spiritual being, by taking on the role of a Human one: and into our first vibration in the universal energy field. Practice makes perfect so, even though we will get stuck, the potential still carries on into future lives. The secret, as with most things, is to find a balance: and to learn from what didn’t ‘work,’ the last time. In each of our lives there is a need to follow what was best summed up by Socrates: “Know Thy Self; the unexamined Life is not worth living.”

Astrology has an uncanny way of discovering what we learned, in past lives; and what we, still, have to learn. Coming into this World, with memories of four previous Lives (and having spent much of this one, delving into what had a need to be addressed) I speak from experience.

So, if you are curious to discover the Who, What and the Why of You being here, I’m available to help you chart your way through your Past and Present challenges, enabling you to face your Future Life with more confidence. This comprehensive Reading is excellent value, at £49, including postage.

My E-Mail is: tinkerbellcalling@tiscali.co.uk

Whatever it was I came to do

If I could turn back Time, and actually Be There, I’d head straight to the  Fifties: and begin again.
And, that would be the time when I’d not keep silent, when faced with some of the Opinions that some were still attempting to corral us Newcomers with: and I‘d be a Rebel with a Cause: in a very open way.

Actually, this is what I do, from time to time, when I take my Self back to where it all began: and watch myself pick up the threads I’d been born with, imagining I’m weaving them into a different design.
Not too different, but just enough not to leave any loose ends.
As for the Sixties, on a personal level, I’d keep it much the same; but, on the political level-well, that‘s a very different matter, and much more sinister.
That was when They had already sensed the incredible influx of Energy we were being gifted with (surfing in, on the waves of music) as something that would threaten their power.
They‘d dived in, at the beginning (wild parties/swimming pools. working class girl friends; hedonism) as some of us were sensing that we were being given opportunities to go seeking spiritual knowledge.
And others, every which way, delving into what seemed like a very large Sweet Jar.

And that was when They did (what they always do) by giving us enough rope to (just about) hang ourselves.
Which was what, too many, of us did, when we began to surf on the kind of Intemperance and Indulgence eventually, leading to the kind of disorientation They need to gather Us in.
The Sixties was a Time to Find a Different Way into the Best of Times.
Had we the intelligence to understand it was a gift; and had we all been able to hitch a ride on that incredible wavelength, we might have done it.

Right now, in the 2020‘s  we‘ve been given another Wake Up: and we, still, could: if we open our eyes.
Those who set about converting World into a Comic Strip existence, don’t have Its best interests in their hearts, and minds.+
And those of us, who go seeking temporary satisfaction in trivialities, are wasting the greatest gift that we humans are granted can, ever, be granted: a Life on a Planet of Possibilities.

There’s one very big question that, every one of Us, will be asked to answer, at some point: “ What did you make of your Self, in this Life: and what was your legacy?“

Audrey Yeardley Intuitive Tarot Reader

As an Intuitive Tarot Reader, in this present Life, I’m continuing to develop what I was drawn to, in ancient Mystery Schools. My work is based on the words of Socrates: “Know Thy Self: the unexamined Life is not worth living,” and with personal evidence of Reincarnation, my Readings lean towards both an understanding, and the completion of ‘unfinished business” for, within each ‘Challenge’ is a Lesson to be learned.

An Astrological Natal Chart is the grand design of what we came to learn, in any given life: being charged with the knowledge we have gained, in previous Lives. If you would like me to prepare a comprehensive package of Reports, on various aspects of your Chart, please get in touch. I am available for Phone Readings, now that our travelling is rather curtailed.

My Website is: audreyyeardley@weebly.com

My E-Mail is: tinkerbellcalling@tiscali.uk

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Things we’ve forgotten

I was fortunate to become aware of Mediums, Seers and Sensitives when I was very young, being attracted by their light.
It’s something that all children have, this innate knowing that someone either has “it,” or not.

If you’ve ever become aware of babes in their pushchairs giving you that special Look, you‘ll know exactly what I mean.
They’re checking you out. I remember doing much the same, myself.
Dogs and Cats also know these things.

In some ways, as each generation comes and goes, we leave much, of what I will call Earth Knowledge, behind. It’s instinctive, and it protects. I’m sad about that.

When I was a child I ran around in what seemed like a Garden Country. Sometimes, I was alone and happy enough as I looked about me and feeling closely connected to Mother Earth.
Sometimes, we ran in almost feral packs, responding to our collective consciousness this way and that; peering and seeing before swooping over paths almost hidden by hedgerows and wild plants but revealed to us by an innate navigation system.

In the same way, we instinctively knew when it was time to seek out berries and stems filled with succulent juices, when tiny creatures were at the point of being born, when we would discover something rather wonderful.
Whenever school ended, given the season and the weather, we’d be gathering like a gypsy tribe, following our own rules, and freed from the shackles that adults liked to place on us.

When danger threatened, as it sometimes did, when those best avoided crossed our paths most of us were protected by guardian angels, unless some of us were having a very bad day.
Nothing’s perfect but I remember enough of magic moments to recognise that the majority of us dwelled in The Kingdom of Childhood.
Every so often some of us became aware of other dwellers in other kingdoms, having extraordinary freedoms, philosophies,  and knowledge.
For me these were epitomised by the Gypsies, the voices emanating out of the Wireless; and the Mediums.
I couldn’t have wished for better mentors.

The gypsies moved in mysterious ways, not always predictable; sometimes travelling on a whim but always reappearing when  work like hop picking or potato gathering was on tap.
In the winter months they would be whittling branches into mock chrysanthemums, painting them in bright reds and yellows or making scraps of lace, unless they had managed to buy it, factory-made, to sell to the naïve.
And, then, there was the Fortune Telling, their annual calls to their customer bases.

I liked the Gypsy Woman who came to us, plying her trade. Sometimes my mother would invest two shillings in a having her cards read, which may have engaged my early interest in such things; and me, eavesdropping.
I read, in the kind of scientific article I much prefer (with a willingness to take on board such thing) that a child brought up in a dysfunctional household is more likely to develop our latent psychic gifts, than one reared in a conventional one.

I will vouch for that, because it was via my mother‘s emotional
Volatility, and her frequent visits to Mediums, that had me learning from them, for future reference: as I also learned from the Gypsies.
Many years later, when I was experiencing of those ’challenges’ that, every so often, emerge from the Grand Design of our Lives, it had been two very different ones (one, who’d crossed over a busy London Street; and another who was living in a caravan, parked outside my house, when I was living not far off from Appleby-in Westmorland, in the weeks of its Gypsy Fair) who had said, pretty much the same words: that I was repeating a lesson I should have, already, learned.
Quite right, too!

Sometimes, I think about my childhood and how I was allowed to run wild and free; and how beautiful was our countryside.
Right now, many of Us have other lessons to learn: and much of that is associated with protecting Mother Nature.
As well as recovering ancient wisdoms, in Its ways of Healing.
My father was one who had a natural instinct for how certain foods would bring relief from some minor ailments. I like to think that, somewhere along the ancestral line, there was Gypsy Blood.
And I’m honouring that, now.

Previous Plagues

Apart from a recently discovered very strange creature that makes its home in sediments, at the bottom of the oceans, every living creature in our World has a need to breathe.
And it’s both our first and last breaths that we will find the most taxing, when we either emerge (as humans) from our mother‘s womb: or from an egg, or from any of the wondrous ways by which we are born because it‘s
the shallowness, and irregularity of them, from the sudden changes in our lungs and the taking in of oxygen; their having to accept the circulation of our own blood: and our bodies realising that we are in and alive (or out, and about to leave) the World.

As far back as the times of Aristotle, Air was considered to be the most important element for our survival: so how has it got to this, where millions of Us are breathing in its pollution, caused by the business interests of the Few; and stuck?
I read somewhere that Statistics are the last refuge of the emotionally insecure, but they have their uses like: how many breaths does the average human being take?
On average, it’s 16 every minute; 960 every hour; 23,000 daily and (if we are lucky to live for 80 years) we’ll have inhaled 672,768,000- sharing them, with everyone else, on the planet.

If we’re lucky our lungs will stay relatively healthy, for our bodies have been well-designed to cope with quite a lot of contingencies; but, if we choose to damage them, by smoking, that will add to the damage caused by the lack of a corporate responsibility about air quality; and which needs to be addressed by All of Us.

Viruses are another matter, because of the sheer volume of their numbers, and varieties, there being millions of them, “with more structural diversity than plants, animals, archaea, or bacteria, although only 5000 types have been described in detail, even though the NCBI Virus genome data base has more than 75,000 sequences.” (this taken from Wikipedia sources) as is: “In January 2018, scientists reported that 800 million viruses, mainly of marine origin (ten million of which can be measured in a teaspoon of seawater)  are deposited, daily, from the Earth’s atmosphere, onto every square meter of its surface, as a result of a global atmosphere stream of viruses, circulating above the weather system.”

I’ve had the time to think about a Lot more Things, in my time of ‘Self Isolation’- as all of Us should be doing: and my Thought s have turned to Viruses; and why they exist in such incredibly large numbers. Still, I sometimes think that, about Humans.

But, it was Viruses which came first, long before humans, being encoded (for their own mysterious reasons) and which we, probably, have had to contend with, long before historical records began.
And it’s fascinating to read that many Researchers are tending to regard the ones that have identified, as having very different personalities; or, should that be viralalities?
Why not, when they’ve been described as being “bags of genetic material; left over bits of DNA?”
And, now being recognised as being a part of both human and animal neurons: and a significant development in the understanding of the Brain’s Thought Processes?

Two independent teams from American Universities have discovered a gene that’s crucial for learning (they’ve christened it ‘Arc) is capable of sending genetic material to another, in ways commonly devised by Viruses.
There’s much to be learned in its role in the Brains; ability to store new information;, but I’m sure they’ll get there.
I know nothing of the ethical standards which individual Viruses might possess; but I do know that there are rather too many human beings who don’t have any at all, when it comes to their own interests.

Did Darwin ever consider their ways, in matters of Evolution, I wondered-now that I‘ve got more time to think about Things?
It seems not; for it was forty years, after his death, that they entered into our awareness, as being as much an evolutionary force, we are.
Something to note, when most will involve them challenging our respiratory systems: and every breath we take.
And the rather scary thought that they might be watching Us!
Just like that song.

And, just one example, adding to the misery of those who live in places like Kabul, currently rated as having the World’s worst air pollution, leading to well over 26,000 fatalities each year, largely down to the very old vehicles and the very cheap fuel that powers them; and certainly not helped by the numbers of bombs dropped over Afghanistan, during their frequent times of War.
As to Countries; it’s China, America, India, Russia and Japan who are the top worst-rated ones, which is giving Viruses quite a challenge, if you ask me.
And, when I’d pondered over that is when I began to think about just when it was that humans started to pollute Planet Earth.

My information came from the World Economic Forum (an organisation that the average reader won’t be drawn to) and their research into what happened after the Spanish defeated the Incas, in 1532, and began the colonisation of South America.
Who’d have thought it that the Smelting of Silver would have precipitated the lead found in low quality ore, by grinding it into the powder that became airborne (long before Henry Ford invented the first car) initiating other noxious emissions that contribute to Asthma, and to a lack of quality, in what keeps us alive.
What is rarely considered (and it should be) is how weapons of War are, increasingly creating havoc in what surrounds us. The invasion of those Spanish Conquistadors led to the disappearance of around 15 million Incas; and they a largely peaceful nation (give or take the odd human sacrifice to appease their gods) as well as the first record of poisoning our atmosphere but (even so) Bows and Arrows. Swords and Lances being deadly enough, never coming close to what has been conjured up, by mankind, in the ways of killing each other with bullets and bombs (even in their most simple form) embedding themselves, in the air mass, even before chemical and nuclear pollution.

And, for what, if not for the indiscriminate destruction of very one of the species that dwell on this remarkable planet?
Something that Viruses can do very well.
So, what a sweet revenge it would be for Gaia, to get the job done, more quickly, by conjuring them up, every so often: anything to get us thinking about how precious Life is!
Which brings me  to China, in Circa 3000 BC when, with no mercy for any age or gender, a vast area was wiped out by plague, never to be inhabited again: even though it is of interest to Archaeologists.

The thing is (something to think about, for those of us who do this, in self-isolation) if all of Us were to suffer a similar Fate, who would there be left, to explore the reasons why?
Human Beings have a tendency to think We are at the Top of The Evolutionary Chain: well, maybe, it’s not a matter of Entitlement, but something we have to earn?
Just a Thought!

And, here’s another: the word ’Arc ’ carries more than a hint of a new direction. Strange that Covid 91 might well be a harbinger: that (although it’s taking many from the World) it’s not an Ending; just a part of our journey, to more understanding about how we all tick?