Feel the conversation… now… same sex and ganja, for instance. Pretty open, easier, right? Feels greatly improved over how it must have felt in the 1950s, when I was born. I and my counterparts have firsthand Flower Power experience, wild-mild rock and roll, a new black and white TV and portable radio with HiFi turntable. Breaker Breaker, the 60s and 70s… really good stuff man. You can’t rub that off. That’s mass Consciousness!

My parents brought in rumble seats and BIG BAND sound, the rebels. That’s mass Consciousness! Deep roots, my own grandparents were of Women’s Suffrage era and gas-powered horseless carriage. That’s a revolution. That’s mass Consciousness!

My lineage may even go as deep as the witch hunt. OMG. As recently as the 1750s, we had to teach our daughters to sit quietly and ix-nay the agic-may (or, as we know it today, the coming into our Power). Extreme and dire consequences demanded it. That’s mass Consciousness, too!

Our mothers taught us well. Fortunately, we are like corks and always pop to the top. Sitting quietly and b r e a t h I n g  for a few minutes every day; That’s mass Consciousness – Meditating – coming into our Power!

You absolutely cannot fool Mother Nature. Take the first b r e a t h – now,   in234 hold234 out234 hold234. The more we b r e a t h e the more we want to b r e a t h e. Indulge yourself – b r e a t h e – now – enhance the mass Consciousness. It’s only natural.