Wading Through A Brutal Realm

My sense of connection and comedy is absent today.  It makes it difficult to write, and stay here at my coffee shop.  There are no real topics of inquiry in my brain.  I think that it is actually a healing time.  I was meditating yesterday, and I opened to some painful realities.  I ashew them in my day to day, but it has to do with the vehement hatred expressed my way in different forms and quadrants of torture, and hostility day to day.  People can hold a form for a time, but I must be careful to walk away.  I cannot discuss the real details of this reality, but I can say that I am stuck in the valley of it all, and I need to move towards a plateau or a mountain range.  There is the consistency I must maintain, but the realm shifting I am partaking in is quite quantum in reality.  I will accept what you say in your vicinity, but other truths can follow days, months, or even years later.  My relation to certain male entities are becoming solidified.  They are ashewing the lies, and becoming firm in their understanding.  Success is slow, but it is gained by a mixture of time publicly and privately piecing together this complex afghan.  Today, the feeling of connection is affected by the fatigue I am experiencing.  Science in this realm of discovery is important to keep all entities balanced, and sure in their academic pursuits.  Wiccan witcheries and wizardry are going to fail soon enough, and people are going have to learn and have memory for real, not through mystical practices.  I decide to write, but not discuss these, especially brutal truths.  People commit heinous acts of brutality, some daily, and they still cannot accept the demonic parts of themselves.  Being called on the carpet just makes people amazingly hostile.  That is all I care to say, as the hostility rises around me.