I move through a place that is mostly empty and I feel things that are made of light. I participate in an explosion in which I am convinced that up is up and down is where things go if I let them... I am Sativarg of Gravitas... and in this place debt is death and light is life. Every thing is made of light dancing with darkness and we decide what is and is not good.
Why do so many of us honor worthless wealth? Why do we play the game according to lies that harm us? Can we put down debt? It stinks of death and ruins every thing it touches. Can we bury the dead and move forward on a better path towards our greatest potential for good in Earth?
blessings
chuck