The Special Brownie Post

I’m going to switch things up a bit and do something new in this post.  A little experiment if you will.  Not too long ago we (my husband and I) took a train ride to Amsterdam and returned home with some space (pot) brownies.  Having spent the last 20+ years being a single mom and responsible adult extraordinaire, I have finally decided to start loosening up a bit and having some well deserved fun.  This is a part of that.  #dontjudgeme #imdoingthislegally

So I’m sitting here about to ingest said brownie and in about an hour or two once it’s hit me, I’m going to attempt to blog about my experience.  The first obstacle is going to be trying to get my mind to form a sentence at all.  The next obstacle is going to be making myself pick up my laptop because gravity.  But my biggest issue historically is that I can’t stop laughing.  Laughter doesn’t take up much space/words (lol) so this may be a very, very short post.

Okay, brownie down.  Now I’m just going to add title, tags, etc. so that I don’t have to worry about any of that once I’m in my special place, because I do plan on posting this before I go to bed tonight.  That’s a part of the excitement.  Waking up and wondering what in the hell I posted.  Reputation be damned.

This is going to be fun.

Okay.  I’ll check back in a little later.

. . .

CGI.  I’m watching TV and it’s actual people but they look like CGI.  Very animate-ish.  So to recap – real human actors, but they look like an animation.

One actor was talking about some really gruesome serious things and it was suddenly very funny for no reason and I’m currently judging and laughing at myself.

The sate sauce leftover from dinner suddenly looked inviting.  It’s all gone now.  And I have no idea what is going on in the show I’m watching.  I mean, I see the people and the talking and the scenes, but I couldn’t tell you what’s happened in the last ten minutes.  But my god is everything so serious in this show.  Everything coming out of their mouths is at intense levels of life and dance (<– I meant death, but this was so poetic in its own right that I left it).  So DRAMATIC! O.O

It’s Game of Thrones by the way.

But tonight it is the animated version of it.  lol  Okay I know that’s not funny to you, but I laughed pretty hard.

Man I am hungry, hungry hippo.  That was hilarious too.  But seriously (this is also turning out to be funny) I am hungry.  Gonna check out the good ole’ kitchen and see whatsa happening.  And rewind  for the umpteenth time because I have no idea what they’re talking about.

I’m just l a u g h i n g.  For noooo fucking reason.

I’m trying to see the author through the characters in the show.

Daaamn.  They just took out a whole fleet of ships with two arrows.  Oh and the ship of wildfire.  Green fire has created some yellow fire.  Now it’s the war of the fires.  Agggghhhhh!  Oh god, back to the super serious conversations.  Jesus the queen has some issues she needs to work through.

Ah, they’ve lightened the conversation a bit with talk of gut strangling and rape.

Man that cocoa I had about ten minutes ago was good.  Stuff is still on fire.  This is all very funny.

You have to remember you have biscuits in the oven Jenn.  Don’t ruin this for me.

Ate biscuits.  Another cup of cocoa.  Hodor.  Stop.  Brownie time. Ohhh oh oooh oh ooh ooooooh oh.

Omg I forgot I was blogging.  I’ve moved on to chips after having some cottage cheese and a piece of chocolate.

The characters on the show, I was imagining they were people in the real world and how that would look if people in our world behaved as dramatically as them and now I can’t unsee it and it’s hilarious.  Like they’re taking themselves so seriously and overly exuberant in their expression.  They way they talk to each other is like they’re throwing out pitches at a bumper sticker marketing meeting.  All trying to sum up whole truths of life in a clever two sentence quip, each trying to one up the other.  Each being more clever than the last until the episodes into an erupting climax by the end of the episode.

I feel like every scene is just a different tape running in the collective pain.  We play out the pains over and over in an effort to get at the pain so we can heal it.  Because it’s been a really long time since I’ve heard  . . . whoa the characters just got super CGI again, jesus . . . anyways it’s been a really long time – omg that’s disgusting.  Severed horse parts looking like hamburger meat, is that really necessary.  So a new conversation.  It’s been awhile since I’ve truly heard a unique conversation.  Just variations on the same basic setup or OMG I accidentally glanced up at a previous sentence I wrote and it cracked me up and I can’t stop laughing.

New conversation.  Do you know what I mean?  Like a whole new dynamic or way of handling things.  It’s not often that someone thinks of a new way to respond to a situation that’s only be responded to in like one of two ways or whatever.

Oh man another sob story.  Oh what I’ve seen and you have no idea and if only you knew and omg I’m telling you victim victim martyr martyr wronged wronged wronged.  Pitiful wrongly abused sketchy sketchy sketchy.

You know this would be all more believable if they were popping antacids every few minutes because how the hell are they not stressed 24/7 with all of the nonstop nonsense they are all up to?  Oh I mean besides the nonstop boob-age going on.  Boobs boobs boobs, full frontal full frontal full frontal.  Are you serious, did they just refer to a prostitute as a ‘spear handler’?!

I do like the little guy though.  What’s the politically correct way to refer to his stature?  The horizontally challenged?  lol, omg.  That was terrible.  Courtesy of the 1990s.

Omg they drink so much wine it’s making me want wine and I think wine is the last thing I need right now.  But I am thirsty.  Or ik heb dorst as a Dutch person may say.

Horse chase scene in the forest.  I feel like I’ve seen this before.  Omg and the mud in the show, amiright?  All I can think of is how much work the laundry would be there and cleaning floors with no vacuums?  Uck, gross.  Campfire in the forest at night.  How many times have I seen that scene?  Super CGI again.  I mean it’s pretty good looking CGI except *just* not good enough to be completely convincing, ya know?

Power play power play power play, power change power change oh gross.  Ah well, I guess he still has his other hand.  (barf)

I am so thirsty.  Ok, that was some nice water.  Hey you know, like how oh no you probably don’t, but like earlier it felt like gravity suddenly got stronger.  Like the air in the room is pushing me into the couch.  It’s not unpleasant.  Oh they are so unsanitary.  How first world did that sound of me?  But I mean the injuries they get in this show and they’re always covered in muck and poor sanitation.  How have they not all died from infections?

Oh everrrrybody has a backstory don’t they?  Wait what is going on?

Ugh, the forest again.  It’s like, get a new climate.  I’m digging the whole ‘iron price’ and ‘gold price’ concept going on.  So what are they all doing it for?  I guess the throne, but like there’s not a one of them who are at peace or happy in life.  Every one of them is living a shit life, so what do they aspire to?  Why am I watching this?

Their lives are exhausting.  When do they take vacations from their own bullshit? (Oh wow Jenn, you’re fun to have around.)

Ik heb dorst.  Ik heb dorst.  Ik heb dorst.

Omg I am so tired.  The night is durk and full of turrers.  Haha.  Zzzzzzz

Signs of Me Reappearing

I burst out of bed today wanting to write a blog post.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had that feeling and it feels like such a relief.  A relief because writing is an integral part of who I am and so if I’m not wanting to write, then I most likely am not doing too terrific, you know?  Not that I’m likely to admit that I’m not doing well, but it seems okay to retroactively admit to it.

Wanting to write, however, doesn’t necessarily mean that I have a topic in mind.  I’m out of practice of forming topics in my head that would work in a blog post, so I’m free-styling it here.  There are so many ideas and topics to choose from.  Do I write about personal feelings I’m going through?  Politics? (I hear a collective roar of “No!” coming from the ethers.)  The weather?  Astrology? What it’s like being married to a Dutch man and living in another country?  My 2 cats and their endless antics?  The chaos and madness engulfing the planet?  Spiders and how they’re misunderstood?

Really, I’m just wanting to write something from my heart.  (Did I just hear someone rolling their eyes at me?)  Which may seem like that would mean writing something sappy and emotional, but then you don’t know my heart.  There is something of a court jester in there.  Mischievousness written all over it.

I’ve been pretty serious (and MIA) the last couple of years, and understandably if you know all that’s gone on.  But I’ve recently been seeing signs of recovery and healing taking place in me.  Like learning how to laugh again.  Being able to think of my son without pain crashing in on me.  Remembering myself when I was whole and becoming that again.

Some things take time, like healing.  Which I have no patience for.  I mean, I’ve learned to try to be patient with it, but the whole time I’m pretty much looking at my (non-existent) watch and tapping my foot.  I want to be fine now.  You know, live in the moment, the only moment is now.  So I’m like, okay, I’m healed NOW.  (Looking around to see if it worked.)

The crazy thing, is that I know that that could actually work, but it would require that I felt and believed that to be true all of the way down to my bones.  Which I don’t, because I’ve been here long enough to have accumulated enough examples from experience that have shown me otherwise in which I use that ‘evidence’ to allow doubt into the process, slowing it down.  My healing process involves slowing down enough to understand what my doubts and fears are, and then seeing them with new eyes.  Are they really true?  Like big picture, let’s be straight with ourselves, true?  I then ease my way into the new perspective until *pop*, there I am with more room to breathe inside myself.

For example, I’ve had many experiences with individuals who have aimed their own personal fears and projections onto me, so much so that over time I came to feel and believe that I was not loved or liked.  When that is your environment’s response to you day in and day out, you can start to become confused about what is true or not true about you.  Was I doing anything I was doing for the reasons that those other people in my life thought I was?  No.  Did they bother to ask me or find out?  No.  Did they continue to declare their ideas and reasons for my behavior with the fervor of a southern baptist preacher to me and all who would listen?  Yes.

In that kind of environment, I’m not getting any feedback from the outer world that I am loved or of any value.  I do not get to have a say or voice in that situation.  Me and my side of the story have been effectively silenced.  The truth of me gets lost because I’m the only one who knows it and who is trying to keep it alive in myself while others treat me as if their own story or other’s of me is true.  This is not loving or supportive behavior.

By the way, this isn’t about judging or blaming them, or me being a victim.  My only interest lies in understanding what happened so that I can free myself from it.  I’m observing and taking notes of what I’ve been able to piece together so that I can understand where my own pain stems from so that I can help myself.  It just happens to involve other people and so it’s hard to omit them from the story.

So as I was saying, over time I came to feel and believe that I was not loved or wanted in the world by others because that’s what was reflected to me.  Saying that and how that feels are actually two different things.  How it feels in day to day life is like I’m a constant disappointment.  That no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I overcome, I will still not be liked or loved or seen or valued.  It feels like I have nothing to offer the world.  It feels like I have no place here.  Like I’ve come to a party that I wasn’t invited to.  Like nothing I do matters or makes a difference.  That there is no point to me or my existence.

Which leads me back to my healing process and this example.  What’s the truth of that pain in me, big picture, let’s be honest?  “I am not loved or liked.”  Is that really true?  Well, I mean, the hurt part of me wants to say yes, yes that is true.  It’s so sad. (blubbering madly into my handful of Kleenex)  But is it actually true?  Okay, it’s true in that those people that treated me that way were not coming from a loving place.  But does that really have anything to do with me?  Or is that more to do with the state of torture they are living with inside of themselves?

It isn’t really me that they are seeing.  So if it isn’t the truth of me that they are seeing, then my belief of not being loved or liked is back on the table for negotiation.  Also, I think I may need to find some people who are not lost in the sauce in their own pain.  Which is what I did and is when I started to get validation that my hypothesis (that maybe it *is* them and not me) might have some merit.  Getting some distance between me and those blind to anyone but themselves, and then seeing the contrast of how it feels to be around people who can see past themselves, was the difference of night and day.

But it is a weakness in me.  When things become challenging in my life, I have to really watch this part of myself.  It’s something that is too easy for me to believe.  I have had to learn and relearn over and over, what it feels like to be loved.  I don’t mean in my thoughts, I mean in my whole body.  Because being loved is something that is felt from the top of your head down to your toenails.  It warms, relaxes, and calms you.  It is a full state of being, not a mental construct.  It is something experienced within your being.

I feel like there is a general consensus that if you are a good person then you are a loving person.  We lean too much on looking like a good person regardless of how we feel inside.  We don’t want to be unloving or bad people.  But I’ve personally met a lot of good people who were not loving and a lot of bad people who were in fact loving.  Understanding the difference is critical for me to make better choices about who I let into my inner circle, and doing this is important for my healing.

Along with this I’ve had to learn about all kinds of other things such as boundaries and what my rights are as a person.  That I don’t have to be walked all over.  I can use words like “no” and “I don’t want to”.  I’ve even had to learn how to feel my own feelings again versus what I had been told my feelings were.  And that just because everyone else is going along with something, doesn’t mean it’s right, and in those situations I will stick with my feeling even if it means standing alone.  Listening to myself even when no one else will.  <– And that, was the beginning of me building self trust.

I began to provide and give to myself what others had not been able to.  I started to listen and trust myself more, even if it seemed to make my life harder.  The more I did this, the more I stayed true to that voice deep inside my core, the stronger I began to feel.  The stronger I felt, the clearer my life became.  The more aware I became of what was and was not okay in my life.  Which led to me making changes.  Ultimately walking away from everything I had once known.  I became more focused on what was actually good for me instead of wondering what others might think of my actions.  They were going to think whatever they wanted to anyways, but the difference being, I stopped trying to control that by limiting my own actions.

Allowing for that, made room for me to focus more on what I personally felt about myself.  Did I think I was evil manifested?  Does it matter?  If I was, then really, what could I do about it?  And way to paint the world white and black, as if it’s really that simple.  Way to dehumanize me and invalidate me as a complex person with many different faucets of my personality.  No, I don’t feel that I am evil incarnated.  So what does that mean?  Well . . . it probably means that I can start lightening up a little, ya know?  Be a little gentler and kinder to myself then I had been treated by others.

Which lead me to finding love within myself again.  And when you’re not cowered or hunkered down in trembling fear, it opens up your world again and memories begin to return.  Things like the memory of the truth of yourself.  It begins a spiraling up in self instead of spiraling down.  Feelings like relief of being able to let go of all of the dumb dumb things about yourself that you had come to believe, watching as they break and fall away from you.  It is simply liberating.

By the way, I’m like smooshing years of processing and trial and error into one post.  It may sound like I figured it out in a matter of hours, but I assure you this has been a monumental undertaking in my life.  In the moments that I’ve hit the sweet spot of balanced and healed in myself, there comes the realization that I could have gone into that place immediately if I hadn’t got hung up or identified too much with what was wrong or out of balance in me.  That if I were to fully believe in the real me inside, that it would have brought me straight there to that place of wholeness, which suits me and my patience levels just fine.

The problem is, when I’m not in that space, I forget.  I can’t remember how or why that is true.  So I go the longer healing route and then remember again.  I get knocked out of there and then walk there again, but then I begin to see that I’ve left myself bread crumbs to show me the way back.  Again and again I’ve walked this path, hoping to wear a groove into the road to make it easier to find.  Because I know one day, I’m going to go there, and I’m not going to come back.

Anyways, I was walking that road again the last couple of years, marking it even more fiercely than the last time I was there.  Like, m*therf@cker, I am NOT going through this again, you WILL remember this and not forget again!  (She said to herself oh so compassionately.)  I hate seeing the same tree trunk that I passed years ago.

So yeah.  Yay! for the ‘wanting to write a blog post’ marker I reached this morning.  I don’t remember what comes after this, but I do know that it’s the road I’m wanting to be on.  🙂

Just Because You Don’t Believe It Can Happen, Doesn’t Mean It Won’t

I just got done reading an article by The New Yorker called, When It’s Too Late To Stop Fascism, According to Stefan Zweig.  Stefan Zweig (who was Austrian) wrote a memoir called The World of Yesterday which he wrote in essence, according to the author of the article,

For the benefit of subsequent generations, who would be tasked with rebuilding society from the ruins, he was determined to trace how the Nazis’ reign of terror had become possible, and how he and so many others had been blind to its beginnings.

Along the same vein is another article called US Holocaust Museum’s “early warning signs of fascism” sign is going viral.  Which btw, I was hard-pressed to find any signs on the list that aren’t currently taking place.  This is powerful stuff.  It should be a wake up call that we no longer live in the world we thought we did.

There were many times in school that I had sat and wondered what it was like to live through the times of Hitler.  Did they know it?  Was it obvious?  Or at what point did it click for the masses that things had indeed slid sideways?  Being on the “safe” side of history, it was hard for me to imagine.

However, while reading this article, I started to understand what it was like because with it came the understanding that we may be on the verge of repeating history.  I don’t know about all of you, but I did not sit through all of those boring history classes for nothing.  I’m taking notes.

I just want to say here, that I don’t care whether you are in support of Trump or not.  This message is for everyone.  If we can’t figure out how to all get on the same page and put our differences aside, then we may all pay the price.  The things that led to the rise of Hitler and Nazi Germany are eerily similar to the split I see right now between those who do and do not support Trump.  Ignoring the Trump supporters grievances, putting them down, or being self righteous towards them is only helping to pave our way to a mutual hell.

It will help if you’re able to suspend judgement long enough to hear what the author of The World of Yesterday had to say.

Zweig and his colleagues were intellects.  Reading about the things he was doing during the rise of Hitler sounds more like a man who lived during a progressive time, and not during one which would produce the likes of Nazi Germany.  He was “. . . a renowned champion of causes that sought to promote solidarity among European nations.  He called for the founding of an international university with branches in all the major European capitals, with a rotating exchange program intended to expose young people to other communities, ethnicities, and religions.

The more I read the more I could start to see the parallels of the world he described back then and the world we’ve recently been thrown into.  I can feel in me, “it’s trying to happen again.  This is what it felt like.”

Nobody was taking Hitler or his followers seriously.  They considered Hitler an uneducated “beer-hall agitator”.  They didn’t think anything would come of it, “the big democratic newspapers, instead of warning their readers, reassured them day by day, that the movement . . . would inevitably collapse in no time.”  This is exactly what so many of us were thinking during the elections.  We initially weren’t taking Trump very seriously.  There was no way Trump would be the Republican candidate, let alone win, it was ridiculous.  And yet he did.

How did someone like him get so much support?  Well, there was another insight in this article that felt like an echo of what I’ve heard from Trump supporters.  During the elections of 1930, when “support for the party exploded”,

 —from under a million votes two years earlier to more than six million. At that point, still oblivious to what this popular affirmation might portend, Zweig applauded the enthusiastic passion expressed in the elections. He blamed the stuffiness of the country’s old-fashioned democrats for the Nazi victory, calling the results at the time “a perhaps unwise but fundamentally sound and approvable revolt of youth against the slowness and irresolution of ‘high politics.

I’ve heard time and again that many people weren’t voting for Trump but against Hillary.  You’ve also got a large enough group of people who are tired of the political bullshit taking place in our government(s) and were willing to take their chances with someone as off the rails as Trump rather than vote in one more corrupted government official where we would just get more of the same.

Also, if you’re wondering how there are so many people in America who are afraid of Muslims as a whole, then think back through time since 9-11 what message our government has been shoving down our throats about them and then understand that not everyone is able to distinguish between the extremists and the religion as a whole.  The manner in which our government has addressed and handled the entire issue is both childish and shameful as well as a gross misuse of power in which they used it to further their own selfish (disconnected from the people) agendas.

You can’t scare the piss out of a country by taking extreme measures in response to one event and then expect everyone to be so tolerant and understanding of everyone.  “Those are extremists, we must take these insane measures as a result.”  Which is a fear response.  Our government has taught us how to be afraid.  So for me, many of Trump’s supporters are coming from a place of fear that was first and repeatedly modeled by our own government.  Every time I have to take my shoes off at airport security, or get scanned, or patted down, I am reminded to be scared.

I am not a Trump supporter.  But I am also not for putting down Trump supporters.  There are extremists among his supporters, but that does not make the whole group bad.  You know, just like how the Islamic terrorists do not represent the whole of Islam.  Meaning, don’t do to them what you’re accusing them of doing to Muslims.  Slippery slopes ahead.

But regardless of your views on all of this, there is a warning in here that I’m trying to communicate which is further illustrated in this next quote from the article:

Prideful of their own higher learning and cultivation, the intellectual classes could not absorb the idea that, thanks to “invisible wire-pullers”—the self-interested groups and individuals who believed they could manipulate the charismatic maverick for their own gain—this uneducated “beer-hall agitator” had already amassed vast support. After all, Germany was a state where the law rested on a firm foundation, where a majority in parliament was opposed to Hitler, and where every citizen believed that “his liberty and equal rights were secured by the solemnly affirmed constitution.”

I think we’re at least ahead of the game this time in that we’re aware of the invisible wire-pullers.  We see the people that Trump is isolating and surrounding himself with.  At least I *hope* we’re seeing it.  Right?  You’re seeing that?  Okay.  So, what I mean is that while you may not agree with Trump and his people, don’t think they can’t flip the country on it’s head.  And also I think what I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t work simply to be against his supporters.  There needs to be some sort of meeting of the minds, so to speak.  They have fears and concerns and throwing them out into the cold isn’t really in the nation’s best interest.

We need to transcend and do something differently this time.  Maybe be grown ups about it and say, “Hey sorry we haven’t been taking you seriously, can you tell us what’s really going on with you?”  You know?  Like maybe help provide another avenue or solution OTHER then pushing them into the arms of the current Cheeto administration.

Because look at what that last paragraph is saying.  The intellectual classes didn’t quite grasp how much support he had.  The majority of parliament was opposed to Hitler.  Every citizen thought their rights were secured by their constitution.  How well did that work out for the German people and how closely does this fit with where things are at in the US?

Then there was the propaganda spread by the administration:

“. . . in the autumn of 1914, Zweig observed that, at that point, “the world still had power. It had not yet been done to death by the organization of lies, by ‘propaganda.’ “ But Hitler “elevated lying to a matter of course,” Zweig wrote, just as he turned “anti-humanitarianism to law.”

The lies.  So many lies and for so long that it begins to blur and confuse everyone’s senses.  What do you do if you can’t keep straight anymore what is really happening?  How do you know what action to take or who the enemy really is?  There is a definite threat here, and it’s not just Trump.  Removing Trump won’t remove the invisible wire-pullers or what’s currently being put in place behind the scenes.

And then the last part of the article that stood out for me and is in reference to the burning of the national parliament building in Berlin in 1933:

“That fateful conflagration took place less than thirty days after Hitler became Chancellor. The excruciating power of Zweig’s memoir lies in the pain of looking back and seeing that there was a small window in which it was possible to act, and then discovering how suddenly and irrevocably that window can be slammed shut.

So no, we haven’t had a symbolic government building go up in flames, but the emphasis on how small of a window there is to act before it can slam down and we’re all buckled in for the ride of our lives.

What I took from this is that very smart and intellectual people missed the signs leading to Hitler’s rise.  They under-estimated him and his popularity.  There was a web of lies and propaganda.  There were enough people to elect him into office who didn’t feel heard or understood by the stuffy old government or the prideful intellectual communities.  The people who could’ve done something, didn’t do something because they couldn’t believe it possible in their day and age.

I don’t have to wonder anymore how it felt like to live during that time, because I can imagine it to be very much like this.  Now I understand.  Now I get it.  The only problem is that we’re being given these warnings from history (thankfully), but what we don’t have is directions or guidance on how to avoid it or how to do it differently.  What do we do?  How can we take this information being given to us from our ancestors and use it to learn from their mistakes?  How do we break this cycle of violence?  How do we grow up as a whole as a collective and for everyone’s benefit?

I don’t bleeping know.  Is it solely by activism?  What if you’re not an activist type?  To me there is no one answer, but I do believe that we all have talents, skills, things we’re good at that we can somehow put to use to help.  Some people are communicators and share things, some people are the go-getters, the activists.  Some people are the paperwork people and the process people.  You know?  I think the answer is in our diversity and pooling those skills together as a whole to change what’s happening.  What are you good at and how might that be helpful for these times we are in?  Let’s do something different.

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Something Bigger Than All Of Us Is Taking Place

I have some things to get off of my chest because it’s the only way I know how to cope with everything that is going on.  I have all of these feelings fighting each other inside of me and I don’t know what to do with them or where to go with them.  Saying these things out loud in my living room doesn’t make me feel any better, so I’m giving this a try.  Plus eating apple pie for breakfast.

Some of my more conflicting feelings are in regards to what has been the democratic process in the US.  I feel that the government is a lot more deeply corrupt than anyone is willing to admit.  I don’t really feel like my vote counts.  I don’t really feel like I have a say or voice about what my country’s government does.  I don’t feel like “contacting my congressman” is going to make much of an impact to what is really going on behind closed doors.  I don’t *want* to feel this way, but the feeling is there inside of me nonetheless.

I feel like it’s all an illusion, a show, to make us feel or believe like we have a say and that sometimes they throw us a bone and let us have our way just to keep up the illusion so that they can continue, for the most part, doing whatever it is they want.  I don’t feel like they’ve been doing what’s actually best for our country or what the people of the country really want (vs what the people are told or convinced that they want).  And I feel like it’s been this way for a really long time, maybe even before I was born.

I can’t point to all of the individual reasons that I have come to feel this way because it’s based on general observations over the course of my life.  But what I can do is link a couple of current articles that, each in their own way, shows how much more complex everything actually is vs the black and white simplicity it feels like the public at large tries to paint everything (the links will open in a separate tab): I Was Trained for the Culture Wars in Home School, Awaiting Someone Like Mike Pence as a Messiah, and Frightened by Donald Trump?  You don’t know the half of it.

This is bigger than Trump.  Trump isn’t even the worst of it.  I’m more concerned about Pence and a great many other things, than I am about Trump.  At least with Trump, the corruption is out in the open.  If there is one good thing that Trump has done, it has been in helping people become more clear within themselves about how they feel about things.  And for me when I become more clear on how I feel about something (vs sitting confused on the proverbial fence), I become more clear about what it is I need to do.

Being able to take decisive action is empowering.  It’s not how we thought it would come about and it’s not in the form that we ourselves (I’m sure) would have chosen, but like it or not, he is opening up the way for us to take back our power.  He is ruffling our feathers and waking us up.

I mean look at the resistance.  Look at all of the Alt and Rogue twitter accounts from not only the National Park Services, but others like Rogue POTUS Staff, AltHomeland Security, AltDOJ, etc.  The list goes on and on.  I’ve found 31 so far that I’m following.  The protests, the marches.  I mean we’ve marched in protest before in the past, but never to this degree.  Never this loud.  Never this confidently.  Even other countries are stepping in: Netherlands launches global fund to help women access abortion after U.S. ends funding.

The mess we’re currently seeing has been there for some time, it didn’t come out of nowhere.  Trump is not the sole one responsible, he’s more or less the patsy for what’s really happening behind the scenes and previously hidden agendas.  But now the corruption is bubbling to the surface for all to see and it finally gives us something visible and solid to point to and say, “No.  No more.”

So it’s probably more correct for me to say that my feelings about the government, etc. are more about how I had been feeling about things up until this election.  That it’s only because the People’s truer voice is starting to be found and heard, that I’m even willing to admit these things to myself.  Like coming out of a defeated and head-held-under-water kind of sleep.

I feel a sort of relief that something is happening, changing.  That lines and boundaries are being drawn.  That complacency is giving way to action and that previously silent people are beginning to speak up.  That is the more appropriate and healthy response to the injustices taking place in the world.  Outrage is a far more sane response to me than the ‘business as usual’ I’ve seen in past years.

However, I also know that we have our work cut out for us.  That this is just the beginning and we have a long road ahead of us.  But things could not have possibly continued as they were, and so this long and hard road is necessary.  If things were really as good as we were all trying hard to believe they were, then none of this would have ever happened.

All of the decisions and actions (or non-actions) of those who came before us, as well as all of our own since we’ve been here, have led us to this moment. Cause and effect.  There is always a cause and effect.  An accumulation of choices and decisions that have been made, including choosing to believe things are fine even when they’re not.  We can tell ourselves that we had no part in this coming about, but at some level, we did.  But we’re also the ones that can start bringing about real change if we’re willing to cut through even our own bullshit and start seeing things as they really are and not just how we need them to be.

I have more to say, but this is more than enough for one day.  I expect to be misunderstood by what I mean and I even expect it to be more or less ignored because people are in overwhelm and shock and up to their eyeballs in other people’s opinions and feelings.  I get it.  And it’s okay.  I’m doing this for me.  I have a voice that wants to sing my song and doing so is more the point for me than anything else.  I’m enjoying the individual songs that are starting to be heard out in the world and I hope that even more begin to join in.

The symphony of humanity.  A choir of individuals singing their heart song and taking back their power.  It has begun.

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