Mired in this war story, unable to free yourself from the sticky sludge of its terror, a fly in spider’s web, trapped, struggling to no avail. Let go, give yourself to its ravenous maw, it can do you no harm, it is you imagined it into Being, but it is not you. It, like the fear you feel, illusions of the never was, is or will be. You are LOVE, truth, source, reality; the spider, the fly, the web, the terror, all yarns of your true self’s spinning…