I wrote this fantasy meditation about how great it would be if Trump resigned before his first Impeachment began on 11/11/19. Add the new charges of Insurrection and change the dates and it’s aged all too well. Enjoy.
(Rather hear an audio version of this blog? Link bottom of post.)
Happy evening of 11/11/19. I hope you will enjoy this somewhat humorous quantum meditational look ahead two days into one possible timeline. One that many not happen exactly as I write about here, but one that may paradoxically happen precisely in this way somewhere in the infinite multi-verse or later in this universe than I imagine here.
Before we get started with this quantum meditation, if you’re one of my dear friends, family or fans who I still love even though we strongly disagree on Trump — and I am glad you still love me too as it gives me hope we’re going to get through all this mess — please feel to leave your own fantasy timeline in the comments. I promise not to erase them no matter how much I respectfully disagree.
Unless you live on a deserted island, you saw on the news or social media that the US Capital was invaded for the first time since the War of 1812 yesterday 1/6/21. A day that will live in stupidity.
This morning, in the chilling aftermath of January 6th, I am shocked to see a number people on social media and ring wing TV are this sharing Q and Trump lies that it was really BLM and Antifa that stormed the capital yesterday. — As if!
If you are a Trump supporter I refuse to believe what many in the media are saying, that you are so lost to the Trump brainwashing that you are a lost cause. Here are some ideas, written as best as I can while I reel from yesterday’s insane and irresponsible attack on our democracy and institutions. Consider it un-brainwashing to get you back on the rocky road to reality.
STOP! Accept your responsibility that Trump launched an insurrection, one based on lies about a stolen election was fueled one post at a time by people here on FB, who are either brainwashed or filled with a desire for chaos. Stop spreading lies and propaganda. Stop hating people with different opinions than yours.
ACCEPT THE TRUTH TRUMP IS A CRIMINAL AND A LOSER. Trump lost the elections, lost the electoral college. He 62 lost state court challenges for lack of evidence. He lost not one but two Supreme Court challenges of the election. He lost the US Senate by throwing the Georgia elections for his own party into chaos. He betrayed his own people in a criminal insurrection by arranging and inciting a riot to invade the Congress in the middle of the electoral certification that resulted in the deaths of 4 people, injured many and greatly weakened our nation. He wants a civil war. Stop helping him start one with your postings here and other platforms. Stop being part of the problem.
TRUTH MATTERS! I use a great deal of magical thinking in my quantum intentional meditation. But I always know where to draw the line and bring the gold I discover in magical thinking back to the real world. Indeed, magical thinking is only beneficial when it enhances appreciation for reality and prompts positive actions. Magical thinking has been kidnapped by Q and other mind control tools. This is horrible. So many good people lost.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Enough spreading of bullshit. Enough using your influence to mess with other people minds. Enough supporting racism either directly or indirectly. Stop posting utter nonsense that keeps you and others trapped in a fake reality. If we don’t baby dictators wannabes like Josh Hawley, smarter and therefore more dangerous than the fading Trump and who want to steal Trump’s pliable base.
GET REAL! Be a good citizen in the real world. Start by learning about the real world. Read the New York Times. Listen to CNN, listen to MSNBC and other mainstream media, which must still be taken with a grain of salt. Snopes is a, contrary to lies told to keep you from using it, a great tool to verify what it false and real on the web and media, right or left. Open your minds and hearts to the digesting some truth each day.
Like most patriotic Americans who love this democracy and are not part of the cult of Trumpism and Q conspiracies, I am furious with the insurrectionists terrifying our nation yesterday. But one day, after these viciously deluded people have paid for their part in the sedition of invading our Capitol, if they are sorry and recant their beliefs, they can be forgiven for being misled by Donald Trump with his endless lies, fear mongering and mind control.
Congratulations. If you are an American reading this blog during the final days of the Trumptopia you’re one of the lucky people not to be among the 340,000 to 420,000, depending on who is counting, to sadly and needlessly be killed off by the Corona virus in 2020.
Add to the Trumptopia 2020 shit show the nearly 20 million Americans who were infected by the maskless, feckless, freedom fighters and extra congrats if you’ve not become a long hauler. Happily, not even the ever more seditious GOP can dampen the collective joy over the good news that the mother of all polls, The Gallup, shows Trump’s popularity is falling as Biden’s rises.
All of which inspires me to create a new chapter in my ongoing blog series that began in the spring of 2020 and which might become a novel once I can make the time. Enjoy. (Audio version here.)
TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM –CHAPTER 8 – TRUMPTOPIA
In chapter 7 we left Donald Trump stuck in an alternate timeline reality. One where he was not so lucky as our reality’s Trump, who quickly recovered from Covid. — All to our collective shock given his obesity and unhealthy diet. — The orange dictator wannabe lays secretly intubated in a makeshift hospital room that was once his White House bedroom. While across the hall, the First Lady has been accidentally shot by Steve Bannon.
Melania croaks her last words to Bannon, “Tell Donald I love heem.”
Trump’s fever dream madness dissolves. He blinks his orange raccoon eyes, coming to with a loud gasp in his good old White House bedroom. He mutters in disgust at all the moving boxes that surround his bed.
Trump yawns deeply and mumbles to himself, “Knew it. Knew it was all a bad dream when Melania said she loves me.” He turns on TV and is shocked to see Kayleigh McEnany is now a Fox News anchor.
“Morning, Fox viewers. The sad day we’ve all been dreading, January 20th 2021, is here. Despite the heroic efforts of the near unanimous vote of the GOP Congress and GOP Senators, led by GOP rival for McConnell’s throne, Ted Cruz , and a well contained Proud Boy riot on January 6th, one fortunately with no casualties, unless you count their broken hearts, the geriatric Joe Biden will be sworn in at noon today as the unlawful fake president of the not-so-United States of America. We are honored on this, my first day as the new Fox News morning anchor, to welcome the real President of the United States Donald Trump to the show… Uh, sir? Are you there, sir?”
“One sec! Forgot I was going to be on this morning.” shouts Trump as he throws on a robe that is patterned after a king’s gown. “Well, not really forgot. I am sharper than ever. Sharp as… what was I saying?”
The ON AIR sign lights up on the bedroom camera. Now Trump’s gigantic naked bone white ass is all that’s being broadcast live on FOX, which temporarily cuts to a still shot of a well coifed Trump kissing Giuliani.
Trump sweeps empty McDonald’s wrappers off his bed. His orange head a balding Boris Johnson mess, Trump jams on a Lincoln stovepipe top hat over his embarrassing hair and shouts. “Ready, Kayleigh!”
“Mr. President! Ah there you are. Looking very Abe Lincoln too. How, um… nice!” says Kayleigh painting on her famed fake smile.
“Hadn’t heard you were on FOX, Kayleigh,” says Trump coldly.
“Fox made me an offer I could not refuse, sir.”
“Fox is fake news now. I am the REAL president and this whole fake Biden/Harris inauguration thing today is a total sham. Right?” demands Trump.
“Of, of course, Mr. Real President. And I am going to be on site for your real inauguration later today.” offers Kayleigh brightly.
“I’ll never give up! I love my voters too much to ever quit. The rigged elections were stolen by the lower income working class people living in urban areas!” shouts Trump.
“Just call them Black voters, sir. Sorry, we’re trying to get the balance back into “fair and –”
“Hate to cut you short, Kayleigh, but I gotta thank all the suc, uh, brave donors who gave me over $300 million, post election day, to my Stop the Steal Campaign. A new funding record that will earn me a third Nobel. Donations still welcome at this link!” Trump lifts a poster board with his website emblazoned across it in front of his face, accidentally knocking off his stovepipe hat. His hair a beautician’s nightmare, Trump dives from sight and pops back up with the Abe hat turned sideways.
Kayleigh coughs nervously and tries to change the subject,”Um, Tell us about your real inauguration today. Why the choice of Four Season Total Landscaping for the location of your second term swearing in?”
Trump crosses his plump arms in a pout and grouses, “Did I teach you nothing, Kayleigh, while you served under me?”
“You tell me why I selected Four Seasons Total Landscaping, Kayleigh.” says Trump tapping his chubby bare foot. “Hello! I’m waiting.”
“Um, you’re doubling down, sir? On Rudy’s presser he held between the dildo store and the crematorium?”
“Bingo! Haha! I own the libs again!” says Trump doing his YMCA dance, which minus the music is even weirder looking.
“Ooh the libtards hate you, sir!” giggles Kayleigh.
“Hey, Kayleigh, would you like your first Fox exclusive?”
“Of course, Mr. Real President.”
“The master of deal is back, Kayster! I’ve made an exclusive arrangement with Four Seasons Total Landscaping, to be the future northern White House, ” says Trump with a cocky grin.
“Um. Speechless, sir.”
“They’re putting me in the fertilizer department.” beams Trump.
“Um, uh, excellent choice to once again own the libtards. I’m curious of one thing though, Mr. President –“
“That’s Mr. Real President, ” says Trump angrily readjusting his stovepipe hat to his best crack a normal.
“I’m curious, Mr. Real President, why such a small venue? I mean the landscaper’s back alley could not possibly hold more than 100 or so of your loyal followers.”
“Duh. Simple, Kayleigh. Covid!” shouts Trump as if being louder will make his idea more understandable.
“Covid?” asks a panicky looking Kayleigh.
“I alone can save the American people from the virus. So I want my real inauguration to be intimate. You know, less people… to fight the China plague! A plague that Joe Biden’s son Hunter has brought upon our people with his illegal emails to the Ukraine.”
Not liking where this is heading Kayleigh gingerly asks,”Sir, are you still considering re-labeling this tragic killer of innocents and old people to be the Biden Virus?”
“Damn leakers. I was gonna reveal that in my inauguration speech today! Who told you about the Biden Virus?” demands Trump, with a pop on on his top hat for emphasis.
“You did, sir. Um, before I quit,” says Kayleigh with an apologetic smile.
“Right. I knew that. Knew that like Person, Man, Woman Camera, something, something. As you know, I am starting my own network. Trump TV! And it would have been the far,very far better choice for you, Kayleigh. Fox has gone too god damn liberal. Al the truthing! Disgusting!”
“The truth can really suck. I know. It”s just…”
“Just what, Kayleigh?”
“Ivanka. She’s jealous of any time I spend with you, sir.”
“Yeah, my babe, uh, baby can get catty. Can’t get enough of her Daddy dear,” says Trump distracted by a house fly.
“So I figured I able to converse with you more freely, Mr. Real President, at a network Ivanka was not, um, running.” says Kayleigh, finishing with a flirtatious smile.
Trump dives missing the fly and falls to the floor, “Got him and his little fly brother. Two flies with one blow Topped Obama again!” says Trump as the two flies buzz by the camera.
“How is the first lady taking all this?” says Kayleigh trying to move on.
“Dr. Jill? How the hell would I know?” sighs Trump then realizing what he said and quickly adding, “Right! First Lady Melania has written a poem about all this. Like me to read it?”
Off Kayleigh’s nod, Trump recites,
“A Poem the Real First Lady Melania Trump
4 years in the drafty old White House
Four years living with an arrogant louse
Get me off this fucking horse
I want a fucking dee-vorce!”
Trump says sadly, “Oh, that was Melania’s diary. My bad.”
“So sorry, Donald, I mean Mr. Real President.” says Kayleigh, wiping a tear.
“Shoulda rehearsed that poem thingee more. Nothing to be sorry about! Ladies, I am back on the market. How about a date tonight, Kayleigh?”
“Have to be double date. My husband Sean for me and any number of lucky women for you.”
“I’ll check with Kimberly!” says Trump wistfully.
“Don Jr. and Ms. Guilfolye have broken up?”
“Haha. Nope. But why settle for junior when senior’s on the market?”
Trump and Kayleigh laugh. Both have a hard time stopping and soon it awkward AF.
“Never can stay mad at you, Kayleigh Wayleighly. Wanna hear a little of my speech?” says Trump, pulling his robe tight over his bulging crotch. “This one I rehearsed, well, more like skimmed. Actually, my Black body man Robert read it to me. Did I mention Robert is Black?”
“Um, yes you have, sir. Many, many, many time.”
“Robert”s the Black guy that told me I was the best president for Black people aside from Abe Lincoln, maybe,” says Trump swatting the pair of flies away. “So mt speech. Want a taste, Kayleigh?”
“Oh my god, we at Fox News are totally honored to hear your real inauguration speech, Mr. Real President!”
Trump digs through the pile of burger wrappers, “Fuck me, where’s my fucking inauguration speech? Ah here we go! – Ahem! Four years ago we birthed Trumptopia together! This despite the mess I inherited from that Kenya born jungle bunny and –“
“If I may suggest, sir, Jungle bunny may cost your a few Black votes in 2024, sir.” says Kayleigh, sneaking a look at her watch.
Trump ignores Kayleigh and pushes on, “Now, as I begin my second terms as the real president of my ever blossoming Trumptopia, I want to give special thanks to those rascally Proud Boys for acting as my army — scratch that, I mean private security force — sponsored by My Pillow, and gathered here at Four Seasons Total Land –“
Onscreen Kayleigh listens to her earpiece and says, “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. President.”
“Mr. Real President! Knew I should have given this interview to Hannity. What the fuck is so important you have the nerve to interrupt –“
“Sean has breaking news from the, um, fake inauguration. It seems fake president Joe Biden has sprained his big toe and –“
“Haha! See! See how old and feeble that old goat Biden is!” gloats Trump.
“Actually, it seems Joe sprained his toe rescuing a bus load of Trump backers from a burning Greyhound single-handidly.” says Kayleigh softly.
“Oh, “whispers Trump. The stovepipe hat falls off his bushy half bald head.
“Sorry, Mr REAL President. Over to you Sean,” says Kayleigh blowing a kiss to Trump.
The TV screen switches to a Sean Hannity who watches in amazement as Joe Biden carries a heavy Proud Boy over his shoulders off the burning Greyhound bus to be tended to by the First Lady Dr. Jill Biden.
Sean says bitterly to the camera, “Welp, there goes Trumptopia, folks!”
Trump glumly turns off the TV and starts to pack his remaining shit.
Trump’s Black body man Robert pokes his head in the bedroom door and says, “Sir, the Secret Service, insists you vacate immediately. You get dressed and leave that packing to me.”
Trump falls to his knees and prays,”Where’d I go wrong with your people, Robert?”
Robert ponders and finally finds the words, “I had to pick the moment it was, you know, after Charlottesville. When you said there were very fine people on both sides?”
Trump nods slowly. Falling tears streak his orange makeup. Trump finds a half eaten burger on the floor and attempts to eat away his sorrow.
The Biden transition is nothing short of a transition back to sanity. But it feels like the transition is taking forever because Trump, the king of the bad losers, is making this an ugly hard transition, one fraught with the danger of a civil war. It’s as if all Trump’s hate fostering and insanity of the past 4 years is being wrung out of the dirty dish towel of Trump’s reign. Hang in there.
I’d venture to say that Humankind has never experienced such intense stress, inflicted in particular on the American people, by the delusional leader of a nuclear power who is fully capable of trying to induce the rapture as a committee of one.
Since 2015 I’ve come to expect a unique brand of duplicitous lunacy from Trump and the GOP. But what I did not see coming this week were the 126 seditious House Republicans and 17 AG of other states signing onto a doomed to fail lawsuit filed by a Texas AG, an AG currently under indictment.
Fortunately, SCOTUS put Trump bogus legal claims to bed with not one but two DENIED rulings this past week. So what ‘s keeping all Trump’s delusions about a stolen election going? Greed. He’s found a way to bilk people for a legal defense fund. All while people are dying at the rate of a 9/11 a day of Covid. It’s not ordinary denial… it’s super-denial.
Here’s a story about super-denial on a much smaller personal scale. The names have been changed to protect the innocently delusional.
A 65th 25th BIRTHDAY PARTY
The hot autumn desert sun of 2010 beats down on the strange white domed structure know as the Integretron.
For most of 2010 I’ve taken a deep dive into the Los Angeles New Age community. This dive into the unknown came after beating my head against the Hollywood wall for a decade. A beating that has left me almost penniless and with no true Hollywood friends to show for it. So the open arms of the LA conscious community is welcome. Even if I am often wary of many in the conspiracy-loving community wanting my film skills in barter for healings and room and board.
This weekend I am filming a gathering of about twenty attractive minor celebrities of the LA conscious community, thrilled to be gaining fans and attention on the newfangled tool of social media. Our happy group makes our way up into the dome that sits near California’s Joshua Tree National Park for ceremony in the acoustically perfect interior of the Integretron.
After we all enjoy the great singing of a failed but talented wannabe Hollywood opera star, we’re all gathered by the campfire as the sun sets. I lean to the birthday guest of honor, a senior citizen, let’s call her Myrtle after one of my favorite aunts, and say, “Happy 65th birthday, Myrtle.”
“Don’t wish me that!” Myrtle quips.
“Because the mother ship is taking me up tonight to be rejuvenated. When you see me in the morning I’ll be a hot young 25!” quips Myrtle without a trace of doubt in her Texas twang.
Now, I’d gotten to know Myrtle well enough in LA to be frank with her, so I say dryly, “It’s cool you’re so sure you’re going to be reverse aged to 25, changing you from too old for me into too young to date, but maybe you want to leave yourself a little wiggle room so that if tomorrow morning you’re still 65 –“
Myrtle cuts me off with a dismissive wave and says to me as if instructing a child,”The ETs teach that to have even a shred of doubt sabotages manifestation.”
That night I did not sleep well in the Integretron. Not because I was even remotely imagining Myrtle would be abducted from our little group up to a spaceship to be reverse aged to 25, but because one of the guest’s snore was amplified to insane level in the perfect acoustic chamber.
Next morning over coffee and pancakes at a Ruby Tuesday’s diner on the way back to LA I managed to not remind the still 65-year-old Myrtle of my warning to leave herself some wiggle room. No worries. Myrtle had worked it all out for the group by announcing over pancakes, “Well, as you can see I am sadly still 65. That’s ‘casue the mothership captain told me the Galactic Council decided not change me back into a 25-year-old.”
“Why not?” I managed to ask with a straight face.
Myrtle grins like a kid caught with their hand caught in the cookie jar but manages to say, sounding unconvinced herself, “‘Cause no one on earth would believe who I really am without a matching new passport photo.”
“Aho,” the snorer from last night, who Myrtle loved like a son, says. BTW, “Aho” is New Age lingo for Amen. And that Aho was all the group cared to say on the matter. Myrtle smiled cockily at me and went back to enjoying her strawberry pancakes.
All these years later as I watch Trump spin his alternate reality that Joe Biden stole the election from play out on the world stage I am reminded of Myrtle and her ability to spin a new web of lies to keep her dream of being returned to the tender age of 25 up to date and active. 2020 and 10 years later and she’s now 75 and still dreaming of a youth rescue mission from the ETs.
Each time Trump loses a court victory, 56 losses in court and counting, like Myrtle he simply creates a new lie to support his waning chances. His willing group of supporters who are playing the game with him then spout those lies to anyone willing to listen.
Don’t buy the lies. Trump will be out of office, short of a civil war, come noon EST January 20th. Until then, if you’re a Trumper, take my advice and leave yourself some wiggle room. As for me. Well, I’ll be hoping for Myrtle’s mother ship to take me a few months into the future to escape this eternal transition back to the sanity of a kinder and gentler America under Biden and Kamala.
Trump’s ongoing refusal to accept his loss of the 2020 elections is what it looks like to fail at failure.
Let’s face it. Good sportsmanship is not a Trumpain skill set. Not surprising because Trump loses at far more things than he ever succeeds at. Take for example Trump’s two failed marriages, not counting his phony marriage to Melania, not one but two failed Atlantic City casinos, a failed airline, a failed university, a failed steak biz, a failed liquor biz, failures in leadership on education and the environment that hurt us all, a failed second term bid where 80 million Americans said, “You’re fired!”, a failing hair dye nightmare contesting of the election by the break-out star of the second BORAT film, Rudy Giuliani, and more and more failures.
Ah, but the #1 failure, the one that will define Trump’s failed place in history, while he spends his days golfing and tweeting about election fraud, is his failure, past, present and future, up to January 20, 2021, to protect America from an invisible enemy called the Corona Virus. Tragically, by Christmas the CDC is projecting 321,000 Americans dead of the virus, far exceeding the entire American death toll of World War 2. All because Trump miserably failed and continues to fail to lead on simple masking and simple social distancing and encouraged his followers to engage in the failed experiment of herd immunity, preferring the politics of division and hate.
Now, you might expect with Trump’s history of failure, in such a grand a repeating pattern, that the golfing pouter in chief, enabled by the unrecognizable, once respected GOP, that he might begin seeing a massive drop in popularity. And you’d unfortunately be wrong because Trump and the GOP are clinging to 70 million some voters for Trump with a stolen election fantasy, custom tailored to continue to brainwash his loyal base. And so on and on the world’s worst sport ever tweets from his golden toilet or his overpriced golf courses, “Rigged Election!”, all to the deadly detriment of a badly divided nation.
Sadly, I’ve learned the hard way from trying to help some of my New Age friends — duped into loving and supporting this scoundrel and his mutated and malignant GOP, that New Agers fed an endless stream of lies about the election being stolen by honest voters wanting a end to hate soaked politics — are going to have an especially hard time breaking free of Trump. You see, New Agers are so anti-vax and anti-mask that they are sadly continuing to submerge their natural disdain for kids in cages, racist sexist policies, the destruction of our EPA standards, love for our fellow man and much awfully more. It’s tearing my oblivious Trump loving friends apart and it’s hard to watch. Still I hang in there hoping something unforeseen might rescue my friends in the New Age bubble from the evils of Trumpsim.
AMERICA’S NEXT COACH WARMS UP
Joe Biden is like a NFL coach who is replacing a loser coach Trump, fired halfway through the season because his leaderless coaching style has cost his team every game. And yet this loser coach has somehow convinced some his failed team they were cheated by the refs and that they are, trapped in his alternate reality, undefeated!
As for how I’ve dodged all the Red Pill (Q indoctrination) efforts, well, I have a father to thank who loved to lie. And his compulsive need his fabricate reality like Trump does created in me for discernment as a means to survival, giving me inner alarm bells around liars. If you’re a fan of mine who trusts in my objectivity, please believe me when I say real success is based on truth. No matter how much the truth hurts. And it produces a far more lasting bliss than fantasy, one that will endure the test of time.
And so I invite you, dear friends and readers who still love Trump, when you are hopefully one day ready, to leave Trump’s “alternate facts” Twilight Zone universe that you in future confine fictional bliss for fictional entertainment, be it gaming, music, TV, movies and book enjoyment.
Lies have no positive place in the real world.
What Trump will never learn, but hopefully we can through his fantasy mirror example that is South Dakota Souix like in the tribe member called a Heyoka, a shaman who does all backwards to teach, is that we all grow from learning from our failures in accepting reality as it truly is. For only through the acceptance of reality and failure can we created the world as we really want it to be for us and our children and our children’s children.
Allow Trump’s failure at at gracefully accepting the 2020 elections be your guide up and out of the Trump/GOP/Q rabbit hole.
I’ll wrap this Trump meditation up by inviting you to join me in reading and watching less about Trump’s spectacular inability to be a good sport and to focus more on Joe and his plans for his taking over the team we call America. I am excited most, so far, about his choice of John Kerry as special envoy to deal with getting control of the all too real existential threat of climate change.
The voice is as unique as a fingerprint and no two soul voices are alike. The voice is a frequency of our soul we carry birth to life to death, death to rebirth to life to death and on and on forever.
And when we join our voice as one… we are one.
These are the kind of insights you discover when you fall in love with a Kirtan singer like my beautiful wife Elizabeth, pictured center between me on the left and the great Jai Uttal, who Elizabeth studied under in 2016.
As the elections essentially drag on without the proper concession from Trump, Elizabeth are doing our best to return to our normal lives as meditative philosophers, filmmakers and curators of the cool at CoolestTechEver.com.
For 60 days we devoted ourselves 12 hours a day to the resistance to defeat Trump on Twitter. Elizabeth brought her 17 years of military experience, part of that dealing with psychological operations and mind control to bear in her warnings to the people they were under heavy mind-control attack. Whereas, I focused on my 24 years of political film commentary to make punchy, sometimes comedic anti-Trump videos. Here’s a compilation of the over 100 videos that had over a million impression that I made for the cause of defeating a president more concerned with his own ego than caring for the people..
The work does not end here for us in doing our small part in helping America get back on track as the world’s greatest democracy. Winning Georgia and taking control of the Senate are vital, but we are taking it a lot easier on politics and getting more meditation and kirtan back into the song of our lives.
The elections are finally over, at least the campaigning and voting part, right? I am relieved it’s relatively peaceful. I feel the pleasant tickle of a deep healing beginning, sprouting like a fresh lotus flower at the center of my brain.
Today’s meditation blog, channeling ET spirit guide Ohom* (short for Open Heart Open Mind), is to aid and speed our healing as a traumatized nation by sharing that yummy lotus healing I am feeling.
Let’s get started.
OHOM: Yes, Ken.
ME: So nice to hear your inner voice so clearly, Ohom. It’s been hard to reach you for months.
OHOM: Yes, the anger Trump intentionally fosters is not conducive to telepathy over such great time space as separate our worlds.
ME: I’m a little ashamed Trump got to me as much as he did.
OHOM: Your president does have a talent of finding everyone’s passion and poking at them.
ME: Yup. For some it’s love of our park lands — sold off. For some the work of years of gaining environmental protections — gone in an instant. The list goes on.
OHOM: Abusing refugee children, separating them from their parents and putting them in cages, then lying and blaming Obama as the initiator of this peace time war crime was the straw that broke your peacock’s back.
ME: Camel’s back. Not Peacock.
ME: And yes, Trump got me with abusing kids in those damn cages. After he did that I became dedicated to campaigning against Trump. (Here’s a link to the over 100 videos I made for Twitter on BuzzBroz.)
OHOM: You are far from alone. But the time has come to heal. To put this election, even before the results are known behind you.
ME: Good. While you meditate with the readers I am going to enjoy some life on your peaceful world of Nektar for now. Bye for now for what will be years for me but only a few minutes the earth people.
OHOM: Bon voyage, Ken. — Just you and me now, dear reader. Please concentrate on my words and the mind pictures they paint using my namesake of an open heart and open mind. Breathe deeply and add your own personal energy to this blog meditation.
Today, the day your particular earth’s media crowns Joe Biden President Elect, whenever that occurs for you, is a very dangerous time in your American history. Many timelines lead, as I am sure you know, to your species’ endpoint.
Unfortunately, it is as impossible as catching the wind in the palm of your hand, to close off the energies of the birth of timelines, positive or negative. Nor does your higher self in fact want you to avert possible futures you can handle with grace. What is possible is that by using your consciousness en masse humankind can birth more positive timelines.
Many of you, my friend Ken included, have chosen to be here on earth at this challenging time for the Great Splitting. Relax. Zero stress choosing either the happy paths of light or the paths of pain and darkness, for all the is in the end are shades of light mixed with darkness. A brightness or darkness you have sought to experience in multiple realities as a spiritual teaching.
Indeed, you are a far greater being than you know. You exist simultaneously in infinite realities, a master soul experiencing all things, all times, all joy, all races, all genders, all sorrow, all to learning from equally. Truly misogyny, racism, cruelty, abuse and more negative realities are all a form of self hatred.
Now, without judgement, split yourself into a right brain oriented person in the reality of Biden as president and left brain oriented person in the reality of Trump as president. The energies expressing themselves in your elections makes that easy. Now there are two new earths with two different reality trees, each equally real, each equally valid and on the same journey to full cosmic awareness for your master self, your master soul.
Take a walk in the reality you’ve chosen, a Biden presidency or a Trump presidency. Surrender to the fact you are not a helpless being getting pushed into a reality you did not choose. It’s simply the opposite of your choice on one matter versus another. Don’t judge yourself a failure if Trump won in your reality despite your efforts for Biden and vice versa.
Now, take a deep breath and gaze about the room you are reading this blog in. Both realities look the same at this early stage of the Great Splitting. So it’s a wonderful time to accept both realities. Surrender to your own majesty, your courage, your grace.
Let go of all the stress of the US elections. Let go of all the mind control you’ve experience from both the left and right, who simply vary in style and subtlety. Let go of the terrible strain it was to vote amidst a deadly pandemic.
Accept that ultimately, it does not matter who won the election. Repeat out loud: It does not matter who won the election. Now visualize the coolest tomorrow you can for yourself and the world you live in.
Last, freed of judgement on yourself for the timeline you are experiencing or your new alternate self is experiencing, do the same forgiveness to anyone in the opposite reality. After all, you do not get angry with your reflection and we are all a reflection of the one great consciousness we call this universe and multi-verse. Work together, left and right, as best you can. giving it your all and letting go of all outcome.
Thanks, Ohom. Back to me, your fellow earth man Ken Sheetz. I will share tales about my 4 year visit to Nektar some other time.
I close with a path Ohom’s meditation from 2012 in Antarctica that seem very appropriate for the job we’ve taken a 4 year break from of saving this world from global warming. And so you can guess which timeline I am on. Ohom “appears” in my 24 meditations in Antarctica film at 31 minutes and 11 seconds.
*DISCLAIMER: Please be flexible and not too literal in doing these meditations. Ohom may not be an ET and simply be a part of an awakening writer’s imagination, meant to give me some self-objectivity and/or a totally real insect-based highly advance life form from the 13th dimension in the Orion star system. I just know the OHOM meditation always boosts my spirit and I hope it will your too.
My concern at this time is that the conscious community is no longer discerning the influence of some of their posts. I urge everyone: Be responsible with your influence. Realize that your influence is what is for sale to any advertiser and millions of dollars are being spent on destructive influence. Please consider this.
Being a veteran of special ops and an oath keeper to the constitution, I’m concerned by weaponized mind control on social media—a ‘Psyop’ or psychological operation used by the military and intelligence operators to influence large populations. We are all subject to ubiquitous modern mind control technology that we are completely unprepared for.
This ‘long-game’ psyop is meant to desensitize us to the concept of ‘human collateral damage’ and to ignore cruelty to others, and influence us to find ‘like-minded’ people and join a larger group. In this case it leads to Q, a pseudo-Christian philosophy of freedom. Q is the most effective psychological operation ever run in the history of foreign intelligence warfare, and at a scale absolutely impossible before social media.
Millions of people of mind control attacks being convinced they must support a murderous action of justice and judgment of the enemies, ‘the storm’: people of color, women, commies, socialists, pro-choice advocates, pedophiles (which the entire democratic party has been labelled), blue states, mask wearers (believing they are tricked by a ‘fake’ pandemic conflated with a faux liberty fear). It’s a thorough job of programmed misdirection.
People are being influenced that civil discourse has to be shut down ‘to save the country.’ Confusion is being fomented by intelligence operators with big budgets buying target ads on social media. Everyone has become their own authority now on topics they have little education or training in, and no one is a credible authority to trust. Historical ignorance and naivete abounds.
We are being divided up to encourage dangerous discord. We are being asked to accept that there are expendable humans in our society and to look the other way when leadership chooses cruelty and control disguised as freedom for the greater good.
I’ve been watching the growth of very dangerous propaganda on F b since 2014. It targeted magical thinkers and generally those with distrust in the government—people open to alternative health, ufos, anti-gmo, heirs/heiresses of St. Germaine, goddess communities, chem trail, anti-vax, veggie/vegan, yoga, galactic council, angels, crystals, spiritual patriots like me, oathkeepers, charismatic Christians, Christ-consciousness preppers, sovereignty proponents, open-hearted, freedom-loving, you name it.
There are a lot of us who are angry about ongoing preventable harm perpetrated by greedy controllers. Suspicion of the government coupled with the Psyop to desensitize us to ‘human collateral damage’ and cruelty has helped to establish a larger group of ‘like-minded freedom lovers,’ who fail to see the psyop has triggered a primal fear of us versus them. This primal fear is the key to the mind program of the death of others as acceptable human collateral damage.
Senior citizens of all backgrounds are feeling marginalized, their deaths from a virus as an acceptable of human collateral damage—something experienced by women and people of color in this country. Children are pawns. The zone of discrimination is being expanded.
In the military the training intends to desensitize soldiers to this concept of acceptable human collateral damage–necessary for war to exist. I’m absolutely bereft that this psyop has desensitized the minds of so many in our country and supplanted a peaceful populace with a desensitized mass movement. This new philosophy of pseudo-freedom is toxic. It is an ongoing psychological operation, facilitated by f b advertising.
As an advertiser myself, I know how easy it is to target people by their interests, favorite issues, location, personality profile. Because of this I no longer advertise on Facebook. At the peak millions $ were spent each day in 2015-2016. Targeted we were with weaponized content to influence us to see the Q movement as a gathering of like-minded people. To influence us to trust Trump as the solution to the niche need identified by the psyop. Whatever it was that each group was looking for…ads were created pointing us to the solution through Q and Trump.
I saw it. I warned people. But it worked. Consider what I’m saying.We’re all being attacked by a highly successful, massive psychological operation on social media and internet press trying to end civil discourse in this country and desensitize, even our most peaceful citizens, to acceptance of cruelty and the death of others under the guise of acceptable human collateral damage, to accepting the spread of disrespect and hatred with people energetically puking on each other and physically threatening and harming each other.
In our governmental system, energetic exchanges from the heart are the civil discourse that has served our country well for centuries. The idea that one can stand in their truth and sovereignty, respecting the opinions of others and allowing them to be heard, receiving and giving equal time. Without civil discourse, women and blacks wouldn’t have the rights we now take for granted. Parliamentary procedure has facilitated this open exchange of civil discourse in Congress where our elected representatives share beliefs in a safe forum.
This exercise of free speech is meant to help all of us get our viewpoints considered at the local, state and federal levels, reported on by the press, examined by scholars and courts, and resolved so that we don’t have to fight between ourselves in our neighborhoods. This is the agreed upon social contract that has kept peace within our borders since the Civil War.
We hear the opinions of congressional leaders we agree and disagree with—and some people are very upset by what they hear from elected officials like Mitch McConnell or Nancy Pelosi—but our system is meant to keep us from being at fisticuffs with our neighbors by keeping the discord and discussions civil and within respectful procedural confines. The constructive use of influence on behalf of the best interests of the people is the goal. So when you look at what is being said, ask yourself if it is constructive civil discourse.
To resume civil discourse become aware of and call out destructive civil discourse like name calling, disrespect and disinformation. This basic rule of courtesy has been vilified by radicalized citizens who are now willing to accept previously unacceptable and dangerous forms of interaction. Civil discord is being sown between citizens at this time to destabilize our communities through distrust of neighbors and friends with name calling and disrespect.
Protect your mind from mind control and propaganda. Don’t help spread hateful concepts like herd immunity as acceptable human collateral damage, or children in cages taken from caregivers ‘for their own good,’ or removing health insurance during a pandemic is ‘good for the country.’ Being a seeker of higher understanding myself with a deep belief that we are all in an era of awakening, my internal alarm bells are ringing.
My community has inspired me with the kindness, compassion and empowerment. I’ve treasured its open mindedness, spiritual freedom and magical nature. But the ease with which my community was programmed to turn from kindness and compassion to accepting the human collateral damage pushed by weaponized memes and videos is tragic.
If we can accept the viral deaths of a projected 2 million people as acceptable collateral damage under herd immunity, the separation of thousands of children from their caregivers, many who have already died, a governor being targeted with kidnapping and the leader of the country unconcerned for her safety, we are desensitized to the future extermination of groups of people on the way to this genocidal program of ‘freedom.’
We’re being tricked to give up our hard won human rights for this faux-freedom.I’m appealing to my country and community–don’t spread ideas that devalue the preciousness of life and each person. Engage in civil discourse. Examine your posts for destructive influence on the people that read them. Consider the references and evaluate the sources. Cross-check and confirm. Ensure truth. Be responsible with your influence. Guard your mind. Wear a mask. Socially distance. Wash your hands.
Yes, I began writing about Trump catching the virus in an alternate universe months before it really happened. Predictably, science is a bitch. Don’t be part of Trump’s cautionary tale. Wear a mask and social distance.
To be up totally front with you, dear reader — think of me as a lost spirit brother to Governor Andrew Cuomo who likes to tell it straight too, warts and all — I’ve not been a Trump fan since his “co-written” 1987 Bestseller THE ART OF THE DEAL. What a shit he showed himself to be in that book. How he ever got to be president with how he treats everyone like a sucker is beyond me.
To think I had put all my Trump fears, built up over decades of seeing his antics in the media, aside to meditate in DC, along with my love Elizabeth, for the best possible presidency, for the world’s sake, at his Inauguration (see photo below).
That’s my love Elizabeth in the penguin hat
Welp, it was a short honeymoon because Trump was already steamrolling over the Standing Rock tribe by green-lighting…
Yes, I began writing about Trump catching the virus in an alternate universe months before it happened. Predictably, science is a bitch. Don’t be part of Trump’s cautionary tale. Wear a mask and social distance.
Welcome to my writing therapy and I hope your reading therapy. This blog series is a science fiction parody about a dark future, perhaps coming into sad reality due the “too painful to watch” daily show of Trump’s inability to lead during the coronavirus crisis.
If you are just joining us on the blog here’s a link to read Chapter one if you’d like to enjoy the whole science fictional parody as it builds.
When we last left a feverish President Trump it was May 2022 when he was just dumped buck naked in the thorny bushes of the Rose Garden by a mysterious giant time traveling cosmic butterfly.
TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM
CHAPTER 2 – THE WHITE HOSPITAL
Trump’s former young black personal attendant, Robert, dressed in a hospital gown and mask, helps a badly scratched Trump from the rose bushes to his shaky feet and says,”Whoa. Last time I…