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Tuesday, November 6, 2018

A Revolution...A Revelation! Some thoughts...

I never thought I would say these words.

I'm living through a Revolution!

Never. I always thoughts politics was boring; and I hated Government class senior year of high school, or political science anything back then. But also as recent as before the 2016 election. I remember studying revolutions, yes, but not living through one. 2018 is the year of the white supremacy, white nationalism, and anti-everything in the white house. And yes I realize that it started in 2016.

Okay, that is a super generalized statement, but since the 2016 president election, the growth of the intolerant, fascist, anti-woman, anti-Muslim, anti-LGBTQ+, pro-tax cut for the wealthy 1% kind of hit me full force; I was terrified. Am still. Will always be terrified of that kinda of hatred and fear. It is real! It is happening!  I couldn't deny it, nor could I ignore it.

I was/am angry!

I still am/will be.

This time I will not be silenced by the ignorant, small minded conservatives who clearly believed anything that President Cheeto (one of my favourite names to call him, but not the only one) said or tweeted. I started speaking up. Paying attention to the news. Talking about all the things that I shunned before. And something happened, I became angry, but I was also clear headed in my anger. I started to try to understand why the conservatives thought the way they did. I stood up for others. I protested and argued. Somewhere in all of that I decided that staying angry helped get through the bad shit, and it helped drive me to create art, help others, and fight the battles that we (as a country) need to fight.

Today is election day, mid-term election, when the balance of power, the pendulum, begins to swing back. I voted at 7:30 this morning. I was to wired to lay in bed until I had to go to work. I was awake. I woke up! Voting starts with a single person, yes, but from that so much can come of it. I may not always be a positive person, but my anger makes me a powerful enemy, because I know what I AM FIGHTING FOR.

I voted.

I tell others to vote.

I do not keep silent.

And I will be everything I can to reclaim my country. A country that has lost a lot, but still has potential. Like I see potential in my theatre children as they grow up, in my friends who are  learning to grow and are finding their own way, in my community that wants so much more than what we currently have.

Yes, I am angry, but I am rightly angry. From my anger I sow the seeds of love, art, charity, and a dash of humility. I make the world better, because I am angry. I won't always be anger, and the whole won't always be broken. There is always hope.

I am a fighter in the new Revolution!

Vive la Revolucion!

1 comment:

  1. OH how it would be to hear of your love
    We are here this time round to bring Heaven to Earth

    It was in this lovely home of Fredonia that I was shown at the age 4
    how I came to Earth "in clouds of glory" Another writer Wordsworth
    has described this experience......

    Trailing Clouds Of Glory

    sunlight streaming through clouds

    In the following lines, drawn from his longer poem Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, William Wordsworth offers a vision of manifest phenomena (in this case, a human body-mind) “trailing clouds of glory” — i.e. emanating the fragrance of their Divine origins — as they emerge into the field of space-time. Children tend to be more knowingly aware of this inner Light, which by and by — via the cultural conditioning that creates adults — “fade[s] into the light of common day.”

    Intimations Of Immortality
    What Wordsworth articulates in relation to a human life can be experienced also at more micro levels: each moment of phenomenal experience — each sight, sound, thought, image, feeling — also emerges “trailing clouds of glory” — fully infused with its inherent Divinity. And to refine our perception in the direction of knowing this directly, is a central aspect of nondual spiritual traditions.

    Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
    The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
    Hath had elsewhere its setting,
    And cometh from afar:
    Not in entire forgetfulness,
    And not in utter nakedness,
    But trailing clouds of glory do we come
    From God, who is our home:
    Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
    Shades of the prison-house begin to close
    Upon the growing Boy,
    But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
    He sees it in his joy;
    The Youth, who daily farther from the east
    Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest,
    And by the vision splendid
    Is on his way attended;
    At length the Man perceives it die away,
    And fade into the light of common day.

    ~ William Wordsworth


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