This rant is a fist thrust to the sky I wrote after the devastating election. I am posting it now with a eclectic selection of photos that remind me of the preciousness of this human life rife with raw beauty and thrilling adventures. Enjoy these pics from our latest journey to Alaska. May they cleanse the palate of the horror we are temporarily experiencing and invoke remembrance of the sacredness of our brief lives on this gorgeous planet.

I feel lost. In November our country turned a treacherous corner. Our timeline bifurcated into a hellscape of creeping terror and systematic perpetuation of generational trauma as the wave of patriarchal authoritarian social control reared it’s hideous historic head. We are now living through a loop of horror that mirrors what our ancestors endured through the witch hunts, decades of colonization, the Holocaust and two world wars.

I thought we were far enough along in our evolutionary trajectory to have outgrown the need to replay this Inquisitional cultural arc. I never imagined we would live to see the reemergence of our deepest human shadow manifest again as this ugly cult of celebrated ignorance, deliberate cruelty and gilded exultation of the worst aspects of ourselves.

The dark shift was palatable. I felt like a cinder block dropped on my head. Hope visibly, viscerally and energetically drained from me and the few non-cult coworkers who shared my agony and dread. The rest of the pack seemed elated. Suddenly none of us knew whom we could trust. WTF?! Seriously?! At this late date how are we staring into the face of a demon so deranged? What the hell just happened?

As this debased cultural puppetry gained momentum then swelled into an absurd, cartoonish inflated reality, I found myself the crazy witch gasping and pointing. In fact, I wrote about the impending resurrection of this authoritarian social apparatus for Feminism and Religion right before the new regime rose to power. At the time I still had hope of people coming to their human senses but my god if it didn’t happen anyway! I am stunned and blindsided even though I saw the signs. I know I am far from alone in my incredulous disbelief at the homicidal and suicidal path we have collectively taken.

https://feminismandreligion.com/2024/09/29/incredibly-the-inquisitional-cultural-mechanism-rears-its-hydra-head-by-by-elisabeth-sikie/

In my wisdom years I feel too old for this shit. I remember protesting in San Francisco for women’s reproductive rights, gay rights, and against the Bush wars. We seem to keep fighting the same battle because we are suffering from generational amnesia. We do not collectively remember the price that our freedom has truly cost. I am blown away at how easily we have taken for granted the sacrifices our ancestors endured fighting for our right to be human. So much so that we apparently need to live through this deranged cycle again.

As I watch the dismantling of my country and it’s constitutional values of ensuring individual rights, institutional balances of power and at least some degree of respectful traditional decorum, I have been a pacing like a caged wolf unsure how to exactly harness my energies for the good of the collective.

Of course the answer is to ground our existence in the present moment and operate from our authentic intention. The world is quantum, as our Indigenous ancestors understood. We are sovereign creative beings imbued with more power than we realize — a fact those cultic abuse systems that feed upon our distracted forgetfulness of our true divine nature benefit from. Don’t let them. Starve them. Do that by enjoying your life and communing with vast planet.

The more we embody joy states the faster the fear quashing the cult trap is shaken loose from our souls. That is not sentimental spiritual Hallmark syrup, it is the the truth of natural law that governs our reality as conscious sentient beings on this dynamic and sacred planet.

So I’ve come to this — do what you can to add your energy to the good fight and live as deeply and as passionately as you are able. Live hard. Live brilliantly. Live passionately and fuck ’em. This is the true power of joyful human spirituality.

To cultivate this prescription for sanity I have been listening to others who are equally as baffled but as committed to our collective emergence as I am. The light workers and activists are lifting my spirit because we are seeking communion because and trying to remember and make it stick. We know we are meant for a dazzling evolution of our diamond-faceted soul. Take deep care of your precious self, meditate intention in to the quantum field and send blessings to all sentient beings. I’m keeping the faith, fighting futility and depression. I choose joy. Onward.

Blessing to all sentient beings from the Blue Dog Temple. May all who find themselves alive and awake here and now excavate the joy and power of existence in this chaotic moment. May we all grow into ecstatic remembrance of our divine sovereignty. Bless, and peace be unto us all namaste!