The Light is ever growing and expanding, growing thicker, deeper and more massively present and the dark spreads itself over all things in rebellion, but this time now the layer of dark is so thin that a puff of breath, a thought directed at it, a laughter of anyone will drive it away on the wind. This time I am not bothering with it, I am simply observing it's folly to see what it does and what it will try to do. It's power is so thin and limited we can only laugh at it, its attempts so ridiculous yet it continues its death wriggle determinedly, even in the knowing it has long been defeated. Waiting to see whether Divine Mother absorbs the dark into her vast Self or if She will dissolve it with a wave of Her hand. In love, we continue.