This newest devastation in Australia has left me beside myself with grief. I can feel Mother Earth's pain every time I see a picture, or every time I hear about. Gaia is weeping. Mother is groaning. I cannot help but hear her pleas for relief and respond to them in the best way I can.
I'll be going to the site of the wreckage and putting all of myself and gifts into the recovery. If anyone would like to rise to the occasion with me, that would please me greatly, and you can tell me here or give me a call at [phone number]. International, day or night, it does not matter. I will be leaving the outskirts of London and heading there via portkey Tuesday morning.
Whoever is responsible for such damage has my utmost in the way of disgust. Such a reckoning is far past even my grandchildren, my grandchildren who slew Niobe's brood after she dared to stab the back of her old friend, my daughter. To think they learned nothing of vengeance from the grandmother that bore stars, moon, sun, and a grand deal of knowledge and foresight is nothing more than folly. How dare such power be misused? Horrendous. I feel anger very rarely, but now my wrath is coming on. The moon, the sun, the stars, sky and space above and below have served me well, but I dare not allow them to cross with my dismay.