A Supernaltation from the notebooks of Dana Taylor

There is a time to measure the worth of the character of a people. The test is upon you. We are working to open minds and hearts of the closed ones, the sleeping ones.

Turmoil reigns, as a storm comes to wash away debris and water the seeds of new life. The old ways must die. Like a bed of leaves falling, dehydrating, rotting and blown by the winds.

A great whirlwind arrives to clear the ground of decay. Once again, the seeds take root under the earth. They are sprouting now, unseen on the surface.

New life is coming. Wait. Nurture.

The old will give way to the new.