Late 2016 and early 2017 have, for me, been marked by a strange confluence of events—from the recent U.S. presidential election to my own particular set of health issues demanding my attention. I’m not likely alone in this as many people have been “gobsmacked”—as one of my fellow “painters in wool” put it recently—by the outcome of the election. It’s time, I sense, for me to begin to better understand the links between inner and outer, between past and present, with an eye toward where we are going, collectively.
I don’t pretend to be any kind of spiritual guru nor am I much of a political junkie, but unlike in the past, I will probably be writing about both here, at some depth. There is an “art” to this Earth (it’s right there in the name!), and it’s one that I hope I can master and then model and maybe mine will be the kind of model that others can base their own models on—but only because it works for them, not because it’s better, necessarily.
So, for 40 days and 40 nights—one or the other—I intend to post here in word counts in increments or multiples of 40, so from 40 words to 1,600, but probably somewhere in between most days. My intention is to “write through the Divide”—we all know…the one that we Americans apparently are split along. But I call bull on that, because we are not so divided as we think we are. I’ll keep this paragraph of my intro for each post, so if you’re seeing this for what feels like the bazillionth time, sorry, but someone else may be seeing it for the first time.
Day One of Forty
I was as surprised as anyone by the election of Donald Trump—surprised he got as far as he did on the Republican ticket, too. But in the biggest of big schemes, he deserves to be loved, just like everyone, no matter how much his actions offend (his treatment of women and minorities is certainly offensive as is his unwillingness to be transparent in his business dealings and holdings).
I believe we come round and round here on Earth. We who get to come to this beautiful place are lucky. We get sped-up, compressed lessons, and if we’ve chosen to be here now, we are part of the Big Wow—our learning is super accelerated. We have the benefit of having a historical perspective while also being, if we pause to consider it, at the nexus of many frontiers of exploration in the sciences, both biological and physical. Plus, as I see and sense it, we have ever-greater interaction with the nonphysical that we can drawn on. For now, let’s just say the nonphysical is our internal guidance system, our intuition.
Let’s put things in perspective: We don’t live in the era of Genghis Khan (some of us surely did). We are not struggling through the Dark Times brought on by a plague of vast proportions or being killed because we disagree with the Church. And much as comparisons are drawn between our time and that of fascist Germany or Italy, we are not there.
There is something in the makeup of Americans—a willingness, ultimately, to look at, evaluate and reevaluate the stuff we tell ourselves. This is one of those times. Some people are more adept at this than others; some are faster, but in time, many of us come around.
Moreover, for those who are really worried, what power does the U.S. president really have over any of us?
Some will disagree, but I think the president has little power, certainly not the amount we’ve long ascribed to him in that well-worn phrase, “leader of the free world.” Which of our presidents has ever been perfectly suited to lead? The Founders—given how many “owned” brown-skinned peoples and were, at the same time, deciding the fate of those people—had “yuge” conflicts of interest!
And in the very substance of our founding documents—“all men are created equal”—we might find a little clue to our own hypocrisy, something that’s long driven me a bit batty.
But these posts are meant to help find the pony among all the poop. Perhaps awareness of that hypocrisy gives us momentum when we evaluate ourselves, both individually and collectively. Because we need something to bounce off of—to understand first what we don’t want and to feel how icky the “what we don’t want” is in order to push ourselves toward what we do want.