Lately, there has been a deeper evil hanging in the air. I sense it everywhere, and see its claws testing its new playground whenever I read of previously unthinkable onslaughts against women and womanhood. The Burning times are coming.
All living things weep for what is coming. They sense it too. Women, the rightful stewards of the earth, about to be crushed again. The rain is mournful, fruit stunted, cats snuggle up a little closer.