Yesterday, just before lying down for meditation, I drew an oracle card called Message in a Bottle. I opened a little red book on page 57 that read, ‘Spirit sends you signs when you ask for them, when you believe you will receive them, and when you allow yourself to become fluent in the language of symbols, oracles, and omens.’ I cussed, closed the book, and drew the curtains in. You see, my faith in the goodness of life continues to dwindle due to the ongoing suffering of people around the world. With heavy thoughts and a heavier heart still, I pressed the…