As the fullness of the Summer Sun is clearing, readying the field, enriching the soil for the seeds, (dreams) to be planted. Now, now, open your fingers, while the veil is thin between man and spirit, empty your hands, letting seed sift from your palms, dropping into the divine soil enriched with your intention. The harvest, that which yearns to be born is within, desiring to be sired. This is the fertility of being, a time of magic, when the earth prepares, awaits with great expectation the supreme manifestation. Now is a time of rejoicing and faith in the Mother/Father God of this Totality. Cast your dreams that they may take root and bear witness to the fruit of your soul. Plant your seeds that you may reap the benefit of your courage. Dare to dream.