by Damian Osborne   I suppose things have changed forever. On a violet evening just before Christmas, I stood, studying the Western sky. A grey wall of the approaching cold front nearly hid the Great Saturn/Jupiter Conjunction; an amazing herald for a new Epoch. Whether through grace, luck or undiluted instinct, in the year 2020, I came to recognise the World-Wide Deception. Now I have come to accept, that the inner-narratives of many may never be dislodged. And there is no reason at all for me to believe that I can take down walls by running into them. In a…