A Quiet Day Before the Storm

Today is a fairly quiet day.  The skies are rumbling a bit, but rain has yet to fall.  My mind is still, and the grass is green.  Anne is so gifted and brave with cooking, that it is like working with an amazing, healthy chef every day.  We all watched, "The Greatest Showman" last night.  I was unaware that it was a musical.  The music, and the dancing, was amazing.  My time here is a valuable rest and a time to not be seen.  As a volcano erupts over the sea, I see the brilliant red and orange melting in my heart at my apartment.  I feel a new scheme beginning to be seen overseas and coming to our shores on the ships who have no mercy.  Diplomacy was never really real, and now there is no common language to communicate with between the whole scene.  I see a kitten in a basket meowing to the Doberman Pincher in the room next door.  I have found the craftsman to handle the bizarre realities around me.  Maybe this is an entity who will find me, and tell me, from day one, what he can see.  It is coming time for people to be honest with each other about mystical abilities, and deceit, for society to keep functioning.  The modern, Earthly, royal mission and advance also needs to be seen, and believed, to a degree that there can be hierarchy.  Everything is mixing and melding due to the massive insulation I have encountered in my existence primarily by The U.S. Navy.  I will just walk through and walk away, and now is a coming time of transfer, not unity, of spiritual and religious matters.  I will just rest here, and see what can be inside and outside of me.