Let us today reach out with our finger and plug the dyke, lest a rush of this pandemic flood of angst overtake us.
We are such funny people, aren’t we? One little speck of energy these days lies latent under 50 mattresses, and our busy minds worry it into a hotbed of troubles.
Yes, sir, then we’ve got troubles. Yes, ma’am, then we’ve got troubles, right here in River City, with a capital T and that rhymes with E and that stands for Egoooo!
Leftside, rightside, backside, frontside, over and around we turn, mattresses complaining, minds exclaiming. Just like the Music Man (1962 film) who cons a culture-deprived community, this little speck of energy, whatever it is, can con us into believing that it IS the universe instead of one PART of the universe.
STOP TOSSING AND TURNING! Throw a protective blanket of divine energy over and around this speck, and move on.
May it be so.
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