The image is of streets swarming with bad vibrations, rumblings of discontent. Intrigues multiplying like summer flies. The world as a hall of mirrors. It is the time of splitting apart, of disintegration, of imminent collapse. A season of the witch.
In such times, the wise seek shelter from the storm, carefully observing the rotting fruit of the current situation for the first sign of sprouting seeds. There is no blame in holding back; indeed, it is your responsibility to keep your strength intact for the period of resurrection, which will follow as surely as dawn follows the night.
