Father, let me rest gently in your arms tonight.

Of course.

Father, I see these social & economic systems pressure people to the point of crushing them.

Keep your gaze up. Look at me. Look above.

As I walk and dream I pass near a lightning bolt. It feels angry. It feels raw. It feels jagged.

Father, what is that?

Hard to explain, but it is not something I intended. It is a turning and twisting of love energy into satisfying an ego. It is the desire and intention to misuse what is sacred for unsacred ends. It is real as anything else you see. It can be of and from anyone. Steer clear of it. Cast your eyes on me always.

Love.

Love.

Love.

Surround yourself in love. Nurture and rebuild and recode your DNA with love. Let it be your constant cocoon.