So much negativity, in our media, in our social media, in our politics these days. Things look so bleak many people are opting out of this reality, whether it be loosing themselves in video games, addiction to substance abuse, suicide and more.
But it’s really not as dark a time as it appears. It’s important to realize the number one advertiser on the news is pharma. And pharma wants us on their antidepressant drugs. Watch, or better read, only enough news to keep abreast. If you voted you’ve done you civic duty. It’s not required you stay totally up on Trump’s latest tweet.
There’s a better solution to watching our broken media. M E D I T A T I O N. Go within. The universe within is just as big as the universe without. Paradoxically going within and silencing your mind gives you access to gently influencing the reality without through the power of unconditional love and setting intentions in the quantum field meditation gives you access to.
The powers that be have no control over your say so in the universe. And your ticket is as simple as concentrating on your breathing and allowing yourself to disconnect from a world that feeds on fear.
In meditation you will radiate love. There’s really no option not to. Loving your enemies is not exclusive to any faith. It’s not easy. I’ve been working for two years to send love to Trump in meditation. Not just the words but real love. I feel close.
Trump is deeply annoying to begin with for me, a former real estate mogul disgusted by his brash style and lack of ethics. But the media uses him as way to divide us. Have we ever seen so much hate and fear spread about any single man in our lifetimes in the media. It’s such overkill. Why?
Simple. It sells and advertisers love it. Only by our tuning out the media and going within for clarity will we get the kind of inner media to nourish our souls. Only by forming our our opinions in the deep thought meditation affords can we be free.
This saddest Father’s Day ever, President Trump seeks to shift blame to Democrats for the horrific separation of Mexican children from their families even though his GOP controls both the House and Senate. I’ve channeled my outrage into this fictional short screenplay to help convey the pain of these poor innocents.
Photo by John Moore
FATHER’S DAY AND THE WALL OF SORROW
By Ken Sheetz
INT. PANEL TRUCK (MOVING) – DAY
TINA MUNOZ, 4 years old, cries deeply into a tattered baby blanket. Her wailing is nearly drowned out by the dozen other MEXICAN CHILDREN.
BETTY, 30s, an overweight American social worker with a kind face, places her pudgy hands over her ears to try to block out the overwhelming grief that fills the panel truck’s interior. Curly Red hair matted to her head, Betty picks up her cell phone and shouts to be heard over the din of the agonized kids.
BETTY
Gods mercy! Still no AC back here! Isn’t it bad enough we ripped these babies from their family on Father’s day of all days?
Betty does her best to listen to the DRIVER, a middle aged Texan, on the phone.
DRIVER (VO/ Voice over)
Ma’am, I swear to God AGAIN there ain’t nothin’ we can do.
BETTY
Pull into a gas station and get this AC fixed! It must be 120 degrees back here!
DRIVER (VO)
Sorry. I ain’t authorized to make no kinda stops.
BETTY:
Do you want dead children on you hands, Mister… what’s your name?
DRIVER (VO)
Mister none of your damn business! What’s broke is broke! Now, with all due respect, Betty, do your God damn job and I’ll do mine. Get them little brats shut up!
Driver hangs up on Betty. In despair, she looks around at the 13 wailing children and chooses one, Tina, to take into a consoling hug.
BETTY (In Spanish)
I’m so sorry, little one. Can you tell me your name?
Tina welcomes the embrace of Betty.
TINA (In English)
I am Tina. Tina Munoz. What’s your name, nice lady?
BETTY
Betty! You speak English so well little one!
TINA
Mama teached me ’cause we go to America; land of the free.
Betty’s sad expression shows Tina’s words have cracked in her professional demeanor. At a loss for words, Betty strokes Tina’s sweaty hair.
TINA
When do I see Mama and Papa again?
BETTY
I could lie, child, and tell you “soon”. But I want to prepare you for the sad fact I don’t —
A 5 year old boy with a bowl haircut, ROBERTO, faints to the panel truck’s floor. Tina dives to his side.
TINA
Roberto! He’s my brother!
Roberto’s eyes flutter back into his head as he goes into a racking seizure.
Betty’s fingers tremble as she dials the cell phone to reach the driver, who silently answers.
BETTY
(being as sweet as possible)
Driver? Hi. I am so sorry if I sounded cross before. I don’t blame you for all this. But we’ve got a serious problem on our hands. A little boy, no more than four or five, is having heat stroke convulsions. If we don’t get him fresh air and hydration soon — Hello?
Betty curses under her breath as the driver cuts off the call.
As the panel truck pulls to a red light Betty eyes the side door latch.
BETTY
Fuck it.
Betty punches in her key code access and pulls open the panel truck’s side door. A heavenly breeze passes through the panel truck. Roberto gasps in fresh air, calming instantly.
An 11 year-old Mexican boy darts out the door and, quick as a deer, vanishes into the hedges.
Before anymore children can escape an angry Boarder Patrol AGENT, Mexican/American, 30s, appears at the door, brandishing a submachine gun, impending violence on his face.
AGENT (In Spanish)
All of you! Sit the fuck down!
Agent slams the panel truck door shut in Betty’s face before she can utter a word.
EXT. ARMY BASE GATES – DAY
Betty wipes tears mixed with sweat as the Mexican children, clothes soaked to their beautiful brown skin, hop from the panel truck.
Last off, Roberto leans on Tina. They slowly make their way from the panel truck, the little duo scurry to Betty and burry their faces in her soft but sweat soaked dress.
Agent spins angrily on Betty.
AGENT
I only count twelve!
BETTY (trying not to sound proud)
One got away.
AGENT
You shoulda told me, bitch!
BETTY
I tried to before you slammed the door in my face, you disgusting traitor to you own people!
Agent slightly hangs his head slightly, properly shame.
Driver appears and blows a hocker on the ground in disgust at Betty’s feet.
DRIVER
God damned liberals. You got no part in God’s work.
BETTY
I’ll have you know I am an ordained minister, you Trump loving boob!
Driver lunges for Betty. Tina and Roberto scream.
But Agent restrains Driver in the nick of time.
AGENT
Cool your jets, amigo. She’ll get hers when they find out she let one of the illegals escape.
Driver spits at Betty again, this time in her face, and hops back in his panel truck.
DRIVER
Ha! Got me another load of wetback brats to pick up anyways!
BETTY
That’s right. Help Trump build his wall off sorrow!
Flummoxed beyond words, Driver races off the panel truck in a cloud of dust.
WOMAN WITH PURPLE PLASTIC GLOVES, Black, 20s, kindly gestures to Betty to allow her take Tina and Robert through the Army Base gates.
Betty ignores her and turns warily to Agent.
BETTY
Can I please come with them? Get them settled in?
Agent grimly shakes his head “no” and motions to the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves to get to it. She manages to send Betty a sympathetic look as she pries the weaker Roberto looses of Betty.
Tina gives Betty a last hug and dejectedly follows her big brother, the only family member she has left in the world, through the army base gates accompanied by the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves and the Agent, doing his best not to show his self hatred.
Betty sobs into her pudgy hands as she watches the kids vanish into the Army camp.
Passing wall she spots a plaque on commemorating the internment of the Japanese in World War II, Betty falls to her knees, her sorrow watering the desert.
BETTY (sobbing at the plaque)
Happy Father’s day…
THE END
What’s happening today, tearing children literally from the arms of parents illegally entering America, is worse than our cruelty to the Japanese Americans of WWII. Then, at least, Japanese families suffered together.
Please share our fictional account of the horrors being inflicted on these all to real innocent Mexican children, bound to be scarred for life. Only by touching people’s hearts can this American tragedy end.
And if you’d like to contribute a little something to producing this as short film please send your donation to PayPal.
Hi, my name is Ken Sheetz… and I am a Trumpaholic.
A quick Google search defines addiction as “the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity.” And that addictive activity in my case is overdosing on Trump news.
I forgive myself for my strange addiction because we are all living in polarized reality where our media is getting rich as lords pitting liberal versus conservative Americans against one another. Spoon feeding both camp’s deepest and darkest fears about Trump and his followers or opponents.
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Admitting your addiction to today’s weaponized media is half the cure, so I’ve complied the following handy questionnaire of Trumpaholic symptoms, from both a liberal and conservative POV. May it shine a humorous light on our new national pass time: Trump.
Do you read Trump’s daily tweets before MSBC, CNN, Etc. can report what a horrible president Trump is? Or do so before Fox and Breitbart can report what an amazing genius super stable president Trump is? All in an endless electronic circle jerk of full employment for the makers of the news and comedy?
Further down the Trump rabbit hole, do you tweet-troll Trump as villain on his POTUS page? Or do you take up your mighty PC as sword to do Twitter battle with the sanctimonious lyin’ Comey fans to defend Trump the hero/king? Either way, the odds favor that you are having a flame war with a Twitter bot or Russian troll farm employee whose full job it is to sow hatred between we Yanks.
Do you follow the ups and downs of Trump’s cabinet and family like a soap opera, or better reality show, but one where the stakes are life and death for us all in hail of nuclear bombs sending us all back to the Stone Age?
Does Trump news, bad or good, raise your blood pressure? No shame. Love or hate Trump, adrenaline has no political affiliation. Liberal or conservative the media both sell fear and fear causes adrenaline levels to rise. They know the adrenaline buzz hooks you. Trump news addiction is great for ratings.
Do you dream or daydream of advising Trump? Maybe turning his contreversial presidency into a new Camelot to bigly surpass JFK’s?– Get real, my fellow Trump junkie. Trump listens to no one but his own bathroom mirror’s reflection.
Are you sometimes jealous Trump was born with a silver spoon in his mouth? Might you stew that no matter how many times he ruins a business he just files for bankruptcy and bounces right back with that smug grin on his face some of us love or hate?
Are you the secret sorcerer who uses Trump memorabilia to cast potent magic spells that have cursed Trump’s presidency? Hopefully you don’t live in Salem. Or are you a gung ho convert, once a Hippie, but now you proudly wear your MAGA hat, following Trump on the road like a Dead Head to his fevered rallies that started 2.75 years ahead of the normal election cycle? If so, feel free to skip the rest of this test and immediately take the Trumpaholic oath below in the comments below.
Are you jealous you cannot hop aboard your private Presidential Boeing 747 on a whim, an army FBI agents and your more trusted private bodyguards in tow, then wing way to your Mar-A-Logo Florida palace to golf and hobnob with the super rich and world leaders? Pardon my WTF! But from both a liberal or conservative we need unite if just to put a cap on this taxpayer abuse.
Do you secretly wish you too could whisper sweet alternate realities to your loyal voter base who happily let slide the 2,000 sweet little lies that Trump racked up his first year in office? Liberal or conservative, you gotta admit Trump makes Teflon look like a porous substance.
Do you steal time from your job to sneak a quick rubberneck on your Mac or PC on the latest Trumpsaster, as though the fate of world depends on your knowing what he just Tweeted at 4AM from his golden toilet?
Afterwards, as a Trump chaser, do you annoy all your friends on FB posting the latest doom and gloom story from CNN on how Trump is going to: A. Cause a nuclear war with North Korea, Russia and/or China, B. Inspire a new race of Nazi bullies to take over America and appoint Trump as lifetime Fuhrer, C. Start an American Civil War (Hmm. Most of us don’t care enough to vote and we should worry about a Civil War?), D. Name a KKK member to the Supreme Court, E. Add any number of dark scenarios that your favorite niche news source feeds you, giving you ulcers and high blood pressure. If conservative, flip A though E over.
Have you lost a boatload of FB friends crusading either for or against Trump? With any luck, the so called friends you lost are the same idiots dragged you into the Cambridge Analytica mess.
Does your stomach growl as you pass your local fat factory, AKA McDonald’s, secretly wishing you could stuff your face with cheese burgers and fires daily in bed watching Fox & Friends reruns of your triumphs? All washed down by a dozen diet Cokes like Trump, and the still only tip the scales at a fit 239 due to your great genes! Or are you’re a health nut, repulsed by the mountains of cholesterol he ingests that would normally kill a horse, while you gain a pound even smelling a single french fry?
Have you’ve chuckled, or downright belly laughed, at viral videos of Trump on the tarmac, his combover flying at half mast? Or have you scorned liberals’ cruelty to dare to laugh at your hero desperately trying to look 20 years younger than his true senior self with his amazing comb over; one that keeps him busy half the day?
Have you ever compared your hand size to Trump’s? Be honest. Or does it annoy you how low desperate liberals are to dare attack your hero for his modest hand size and conversely penis size?
Do you want lock Hillary or Trump up? Or maybe put them both in adjoining cells?
Do you boo or cheer when Mueller appears in the news with his endless Russia probe or raid of a Trump crony, while you wish he would just get it the hell over with already?
Have you begun a Hail Mary of hope that a porn star might bring down Trump? Or do you agree with Trump’s mouthpiece Giuliani Stormy not half as hot as Melania and could not possibly have had the affair he had Michael Cohen pay $130K with his own money to cover up? If you are the latter please write me off the blog as I have a great deal on the Brooklyn bridge to sell you shares in.
Are you are studying Russian just in case the rumors that Trump’s a Putin puppet are true? Or do you get outraged over “The Russia, Russia Witch hunt” persecution of Trump by our “corrupt” FBI, who are secretly SPYGATE stooges to the those sneaky scumbag Democrats Trump hired who pretend to be Republicans?
Have you bought Comey’s new tell-all book and all the others popping up on Amazon like weeds on the Whitehouse lawn, to read or burn them?
Are you up on the latest conspiracy theories about the Deep State looking to bump off the Trump like the sneaky bastards did to JFK?
Does your brain hurt trying to ethically rationalize Trump’s affairs with porn stars and Playboy models while you find all the scandals vindication for how sleazy you always knew the Trumpster was? Or do you rage at your TV like a poor man’s Alex Jones at the sneaky liberals planting fake affairs #metoo left and right?
Do you want to free Melania or worry she vanishes from time to time and secret missions for her man? Or do you realize hers and Trump’s was likely an open marriage from the get-go?
Do you watch the bevy of comedians do a daily pile on of every Trump stumble in this marathon of shadenfreude; the German name for joy from other people’s misery? Trump’s become a cottage industry for comics. To name a few: Colbert, Noah, Maher, Fallon (late comer), Badlwin, Conan, Bee, Kimmel, and Oliver. I confess some days at the peak of my addiction I’d watch all the comics back to back. Like death by a thousand comedy cuts, they add up to days of wasted time I’ll never get back.
Last, if you have read this far it likely means and answered yes to any question you too are a Trumpaholic. Welcome to Trumpaholics Anonymous!
Now, before you run off in huff about my calling you a Trump addict after we just electronically met, don’t blame yourself. Love or hate him, the Donald is the unquestioned all-time champ for hogging the media spotlight for liberals and conservatives alike. Trump is a Jackson Pollock-like political artist.
On any given day, Trump might toss a splash of red collusion denial across his Twitter canvas, followed by gush of Stormy blue porno scandal, a dash of sunny yellow clown-like lawyers, then finish it all off with a gloop of WITCH HUNT! orange. And before the paint has dried Trump’s onto his next Pollock-like masterpiece.
Meantime, the mass media, comic and straight, liberal and conservative alike, broadcasts everyone of Trump’s crazy “tweet paintings”, pre-packaging what we Trumpaholics should think depending on the shade of our political box they jam us into. Truth is, today’s mass media is not so much “fake news” — a Trump trademark — as hopelessly niched.
Our shark media can never stop swimming and micro-judging everything Trump says or does. Lazy reporters pretend they love or hate what Trump tweets. But if they are honest with themselves, most know journalistic integrity died decades before Trump took the political spotlight.
Remember the Bush era? That’s when media first saw after 911 that fear can fuel the 24/7 news cycle. And presto the media became compliant in the whole WMD scam to launch the Iraq War and embed journalists to bring the horrors to your living room.
After years of Orange Alerts and no sign of WMDs, the American people finally got wise to the media broadcasting Bush’s fear tactics and news ratings fell. How then, the MBA’s pondered, to generate fresh fear mongering for maximum profit? And viola, depending on whether you’re a young gun toting pickup truck driver or an old tree hugger granola eater, Trump was crafted into a demon or angel. All broadcast on a newscast perfectly tailored to scare the living shit out of you.
Too much of anything, good or bad, is unhealthy. Americans have never seen anything as ridiculous and the 24/7 media circus that ruminates over every Trump act and tweet. So I invite you to join me on this blog in cutting way back on Trump news and news in general until we are given more truth. Face it Mass media is so conflicted it will never give us break. So we have to make one ourselves
In closing, you have a lot to gain watching lots less Trump news. Join me. You will feel lifted. Buh-lieve me!
Note: Before you comment below I’d love it if you’d please write: Hello. My name is _______________ and I am a Trumpaholic. Trolls, human or robotic, will be cheerfully escorted from the blog premises.
I lost a young friend yesterday to the rot of our society’s cesspool of disinformation that swirls about Trump on the right that loves him and that hates him on the left. We must regain the center if we are to thrive as a nation.
Now, I knew in my heart things might end badly because I noted this promising young man loved Trump from the day we were introduced. But I chose love over fear in getting to know the young man because I saw a spark of genius in him.
Let’s call him Bob for the rest of this blog.
What set Bob off yesterday was my expressing fears on FB that Trump has perhaps lost what little marbles he had before taking office. BTW, can you believe it’s still not one year yet since the tweeter in chief has squeaked into office?
But I digress at Trump’s agonizing slowing of time space. – Time is relative. For Trump lovers the first year must seem the joyous blink of an eye. – Bob was inflamed by my questioning Trump’s sanity based his recent FBI hostility on my home FB page.
Later that same morning, after making the above self-serving tweet, minutes before heading off in shinny limo to speak at the FBI’s National Academy, Trump blustered to the rattled press gathered on the White House lawn for god knows what stupid thing he might say, “It’s a shame what’s happened with the FBI” and claiming there are “a lot of very angry people that are seeing it.”
The mere fact I noted on FB how Trump’s erratic behavior towards the FBI might be evidence that president is showing sign of cracking up was to young Bob – who I’ve only treated with kindness and hosted in my home – grounds for his accusing me of being brainwashed by agreeing with the liberal media’s assertion, what he called a “party line story”, that Trump is increasingly becoming unglued.
Sorry, Bob, who unfriended me after I puzzled how, in private message, he could be so gung-ho about a racist. sexist wannabe dictator. I admit I goaded Bob into unfriending me because I wanted to shock him into seeing how blind he is about his blindness to the reality of Trump. I regret doing that but I was frustrated that after nearly a year of Trump wrecking our republic in a multitude of ways; from pulling out of the Paris Accord to appointing a record dozen young inexperienced alt-right unqualified judges into our federal court system with lifetime spots we’ll be stuck contending with for the next fifty years.
Trump has had lots of help from the a Republican Party taken over by the Tea Party crazies. And with the help of GOP, shamefully endorsing a potential sex abuser for election, rubber stamping Trump is doing damage on taxation and the freedom of our internet.
And still… Bob had not moved an inch to the center.
Now, in fairness to him, Bob may have gotten the wrong impression that I was sympathetic to Trump because he was fan of the meditations I did in DC earlier this year with Elizabeth England at the Inauguration of Trump. In the meditations we set intentions for Trump to rise to becoming one of our greatest presidents. Ambitious indeed. But intentional meditation is scientifically proven as a powerful force for good. However, before we even left DC to return to Sedona, Trump was proudly singing an executive order to trample on the rights of the Standing Rock tribe.
Trump is sadly for us all might be immune to elevating his consciousness. We were not the only planetary healers hoping for the best and seeing that hope die over 2017. It appears his greed, copious diet of McDonald’s and paranoid anger to all who question keeps Trump on a low vibrational plane. He has therefore chosen to be part of the old world of male white privilege decaying before our eyes on the basis of demographics alone.
It appears Bob confused my meditation intentions for Trump to rise to become a great president with the sad reality he’s been a god awful leader who will take us into a nuclear war unless removed from office. His low approval ratings bear me out.
Yes, Bob, my Trump sanity fears, are all my own. Fears formulated with my own observations of Trump’s tweets and quotes and a thing called my brain. And what I see in meditation are two reasons for Trump declining mental health.
One: Trump’s fear over the Mueller investigation is causing him to fall into a rage filled depression and he is suffering a nervous breakdown.
Two: Trump is suffering from Alzheimer’s or clogged brain arteries from his Ronald McDonald diet.
Besides his obvious FBI propaganda stunt to discredit the Mueller Russia probe, if we truly look we see in Trump’s behavior there are many other signs that the tweeter in chief is in rocky shape. Take his slurred and or incoherent speech patterns, extreme rage displays to staff punctuated by twitter outbursts, delusions of grandeur and radical overeating. All symptoms any of us with an open ears, eyes and mind can observe for without the filter of media, left or right. It’s an inescapable reality/horror show happening in real time.
What I find stunning is a fine young man like Bob is trying to actually make living as a journalist without a shred of objectivity. That’s not journalism. That’s being a mouthpiece for right-wing propaganda.
I meditated on this deeply and I am being totally honest with myself that I am not doing the same thing on the left as Bob. I am an independent who has voted as many times for the Republicans as Dems. Note I was no fan of Obama and his failed health care plan and back door dealings.
Back to Bob. What is the magic of Trump’s ability to bamboozle Bob and other Trump supporters to the point they will not make their own judgements about Trump themselves and buy his fake news BS? For the answer I refered back to the famed book ESCAPE FROM FREEDOM by Eric Fromm that I studied at Northwestern University in abnormal psychology class.
Shortly after World War Two Fromm wrote his book to psychoanalyze Hitler’s rise to power. He writes of how all dictators share a common trait as possessing a vacuous souls. This vacuum of the heart makes dictators an empty screen we the people can project all the values we want to see in whoever is latest fearless leader.
And the reason we humans blindly do this over and over, not just with a Hitler, throughout history, according to Fromm is incredibly simple. Fromm postulates that we as a species desperately want a father (note we’ve not had female dictator yet) who will gladly shoulder the burden of freedom and tell we babies what to think and do.
Looking on the bright side, the trick in meditating about dark things in dark times, is perhaps Trump at some point when the insanity grows worse will serve as the last straw that forces us to grow the hell up as species. We must rise to love our freedoms instead of seeking escapes in petty dictators. Bob, you, me, all of us, must learn to see disinformation on the left and right and to tune out media pundits of both persuasions.
Together let’s stop blaming our money making niche media and look outside our little bubbles and find the center of our own conscious convictions in balance and harmony.
Wait a minute. Isn’t this supposed to be the Age of Aquarius instead of the Eve of the Trumpocalypse? Where’s the freaking Golden Age we started hearing about in the 1960s?
As Ricky used to say to his redhead wife back in the 60s, “Lucy, wha’ happened?!”
Fear happened. The people behind the curtains really know fear and how to wield it to maintain the status quo. Or as what’s happening now, send humanity backwards.
Indeed, the 1/10th of 1% hit pay dirt with liberals and conservatives in America fearing each other like enemies with the election of Donald Trump. In one fell swoop the fear mongers, via real fake news, divided white families and friends from one another like we have not seen since the time of the Civil War. A war that killed 620,000 Americans.
The fractionalization of the New Age can also also be seen in Flat Earth Movement. Startling when I first heard of it a few months ago, the belief earth is flat further fractionalizes the small New Age community. Indeed, how can we solve global warming if we can’t first agree we all live on a globe?
I work in social media as my day job and I am not enjoying my work these days. The toxicity of flame wars fueled by Russian, liberal and conservative trolls, paid and unpaid, has poisoned the web with fear. So can you blame people for being fearful and freaked out when you read headlines like this one from VOX?
North Korea: the US should be “beaten to death like a rabid dog”
Now, North Korea has been making inflammatory remarks like this for decades. But what’s changed is their tiny mind controlled nation is making solid advances on missiles capable of reaching the US.
On top of this our collective fears are exacerbated by our impetuous new leader Donald Trump with his orange finger on the trigger and penchant for name calling on Twitter to attempt to distract from the Mueller investigation on Russian election interference. The effect of all this fear based insanity on America in general and New Age community in particular is, in a word,: depression. This is affecting conscious events with apathetic turnouts and the outright rejection of New Age values.
Prime example: witness the re-conversion to Christianity of Doreen Virtu. As a famed New Age channeler, tarot card designer and reader and author of 50 books, her rejection of her own work has broken the hearts of many of her New Age fans and students.
Doreen Virtue Steps Back Into the Comfort of Her Christian Beliefs – Source Unknown
But don’t be too hard on Doreen. Like many losing heart that no real new age has in fact emerged from the aging New Age movement she’s fallen back to the comfort of her early faith. The comfort of being told what to believe is right and wrong from authority figures in crazy times can tempt any of us to retreat to the old ways.
Ah I hear many of you. What about cool New Age stuff like Burning Man? Sorry, burners. Burning Man has gotten into a rut too. Some Burners are in their 70s now and the event has grown more commercial and like a self parody. It’s time for Burning Man’s ideas of a cashless society of art and grace to leave the desert and make their way into the mainstream.
Wrapping up, my feeling is this: All the old ways are dying and that includes all faiths plus the New Age quilt of beliefs. So jumping ship now is pointless as we are awaiting something totally new that centers around an end to all polarity and fear. Hang in there. The new era, pointless to name it until it fully emerges from the current chaos, is already growing up beneath our feet, as my love and visionary partner Elizabeth has seen.
Yes, it’s painful to watch the old dissolve and struggle to stay alive before our eyes; to lose stars like Doreen from the New Age field at such a scary time. But know in your heart the new is in fact coming. I was told on my way back from the Antarctica meditations by my ET spirit guide that the shift would take 50 years to fully be entrenched. And we’re a long way 2062. Be patient.
For now focus your intention on the good you want to see in the new in your meditations. And start with your own world the world you want. Find love and live life to fullest and freest. Never give into fear and keep moving forward!
So much negativity, in our media, in our social media, in our politics these days. Things look so bleak many people are opting out of this reality, whether it be loosing themselves in video games, addiction to substance abuse, suicide and more.
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