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Hopi prophecy, my feelings

Leaving everything behind
All possessions and their worries
Destruction, complication and demands
The society is over

Going to where my heart always wanted to be finally
Uncovered and vulnerable and now tested, nowhere to hide behind
No more conflict
Those who were greedy and selfish lost
The society is over

So much freedom and further opportunity to clarify my understanding
No more worries about material things
No more worries about clothing
This is an endless summer where you are accepted as you are

Leave everything behind
Breathe, accept and forgive yourself
Nature is the Mother, and she will take care of the damages you made
Be still and watch her work
Help her, and learn from her

Eventually the damages will be repaired
And the land will be natural again
And we will be free

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