Wearing a poppy is one way I can acknowledge their sacrifice. It’s a small gesture but meaningful to me. There must be something more I could offer to those involved in wars. Something that would align with my purpose on Earth to write and publish books about my journey, to be a healer and a visionary. Then, I had one of those moments of inspiration that come like a surge of energy right to the heart.

On all sides, we are being asked to suspend truth, to take as gospel the “truth” of the loudest and most frequent speaker, to forget the truth, especially if it’s an inconvenient truth from the mists of history. And those mists are growing murkier.