I've been writing a fictitious book on the healing of Hitler for years. Why? Because I have a disdain for how we treat 'monsters'; how we demonize individuals and use them as a collective scapegoat for our unprocessed fears and sufferings and our great denial of the deep psychopathy at work in our collective.

For what ye need to mend,
When all that breaks only bends…

As we cross the somber threshold into Autumn, into THE FALL, we are right to feel a tingling of danger crawling on our skin. The days become drenched in descending density--heavy rains, moist air thick with the fragrance of decaying leaves, the bluster of cooling winds, initially all a seeming and rude offence to the luminous levity of summer that seemed only a moment ago. 

Tomorrow I leave for Europe (Austria & Germany) specifically to return to spaces and places I ventured to on my tour last year with some beautiful new expansions. On one hand, I'm sad to miss out on the last bastion of what has been perhaps the most fulfilling summer of my existence thus far. The perpetual state of overwhelment has gripped many of us; it's as if a great tidal way of consciousness is roaring into new heights yet has not crashed to shore.

We are not roused
That’s so much of the problem
And so a scarcity of initiation to understand what the fuck is going on inside the soul
Why my rage

What's been coming through for me this summer is that we are past the period of awakening on the planet, not that there's still many who need to awaken to a deeper, more spiritual sense of reality, but that there's a significant harvest of those who have already and we are ready for the next step. I see this firsthand in the galvanizing of conscious communities in Toronto and the world over in my travels. It's exciting and so empowering to feel more comradery among us all as we discover more boundless ways to let go of the competitive hubris of capitalist conditioning to work together as part of a united front of spiritual power.