Tangled Thoughts








Woodlands10_Pinterest_9c62f2bbb81ff87f77193ad613fc5a03Those are headings I tried out for this Blog post, but couldn’t choose one…  I have gathered some thoughts written in my journals over the past few weeks.  I’m still so conflicted and confused moment by moment by events in the world, (and non-events in my personal life,) that I seem incapable of keeping a cohesive set of thoughts to write.  Even my words get tangled up with each other as the thoughts race to come forth and trip each other in their dash to the paper.

My initial plan for this post was to celebrate the seemingly miraculous Native American Tribes’ Victory over the hated draconian pipeline set to run through their sacred grounds and despoil their precious waters.   Indeed, this huge gathering of indigenous peoples from around the world, joined by ordinary citizens and celebrities and two thousand American War Vets, stands as a symbol and exemplar of positive peaceful protest action against the Big Machine of Government/Commercial Interests.

It is an example we can all hold up to inspire us in our joint fight against the greedy Dragon of a potentially fascist dictatorship taking over the United States; and the even greater Monster of Climate Change that could eventually kill the entire planet, destroying all nascent life thereon.  How ugly the armed and angry militia in full battle gear contrast with the beautiful peaceful protestors in their sacred tribal vestments!

It is the future of our children and grandchildren for which we fight… not our own petty personal interests now.  Money, fame and power have no meaning in such terrifyingly desperate times.  Yet we see greed and bigotry taking over the hearts of many.  Hatred and rageful lust run roughshod and rampant through our midst, despoiling all in their rush to Power.

Things in the greater world are changing and re-arranging daily… yet in my own little world I feel like Time is standing still, struck dumb, while I just watch the world go by.  I feel disconnected from it all, yet I am totally consumed, immersed overwhelmed by the incredible extremes and staggering changes.  Shifting moment by moment from deep despair to profound relief, to heights of elation and joyous hope__ I watch it all unfold through the lenses of my smartphone and computer on Facebook, internet, and email__ while I sit snug and safe with my cats in my cozy home.

I venture timidly out to the bigger world of my job at Walmart, or to meet with friends in “the City” but still always on safe and familiar ground.  My circle of friends on social media is slowly expanding to include others as mesmerized and consumed by world political events as I, so we share news from varied sources and philosophize, conjecture, and spin our prognostications full of fantasy, hope, and dread.  Soon we may be forced to take some more daring risks.

Our nation perches on the brink of total political mayhem, with an insane and unbelievably evil group of people about to take the helm of leadership.  It is no longer just the “president-elect” (gag!) whom we need to fear, but an utterly conscienceless selection of devils in his announced cabinet.

Meanwhile, it is being shown by the few brave defenders against this hypocrisy and bigoted sham of an election that much of it has indeed been rigged.  Votes stolen, voting machines tampered with, and officials lying in several key states__ thus giving the “electoral vote” to the Pretender, while our authentic woman candidate won the popular vote by over two and a half million people… (plus many whose votes went uncounted)

So now a faint hope rests on the “Electoral College” …(a mysteriously appointed gang of special voters who are charged with keeping us from exactly the kind of unqualified person gaining the presidency as we have just put in place!)  This body will re-cast their final votes on December 19th.  It is hoped they might invalidate the results of the election, but it remains darkly unclear what that could mean.  Certainly, our nation is in for a bumpy and dangerous ride for the next four years at least.

Meanwhile our leaders seem bereft of energy to fight.  It may be left to us ordinary folk to stand together with the tools and weapons of public media, press, law and military (that have not sold out to the enemy,) through protests, occupations, marches, and campaigns of petitions.

It all seems so incomprehensibly pathetic to realize this has been building over decades under our noses within a stupidly disgruntled and besotted faction of selfishly small-sighted bigots, racists, white crooks and their ignorant, uneducated, (mostly rural) followers who are looking for someone to turn back time to mid-twentieth century when they had the world by the tail.

And beneath, above, and surrounding all this chaos is the mighty threat of total environmental decimation, devastation and destruction caused by human greed and the never-ending oil grab versus renewable energy and scientific progress.  We are indeed living in those long-promised Changing Interesting Times!!  Humans are the blight of the earth, yet among us stand Angels who fight off the Demons of Desolation.  We must have the courage to fight on the side of our Angels.

I’ve run out of words.

About Manywoman

I am an eclectic artist and writer, retired from a 35-year career as a PhD sex therapist and counselor at the University of MN Medical School, Program in Human Sexuality. Since retiring in 2005, I have devoted myself to hobbies and pursuits in various art forms and in writing. My art and writing both tend to focus on subjects of women's spirituality and occult mysteries, I read voraciously in most genres, but mainly Occult and urban fantasy, historical fiction, and non-fiction alternative history and religions from female perspective. In addition I am a lover of cats, with five at home with me; an avid collector of fashion dolls; a sewer and creator of art quilts and other fiber arts; a hap-hazard flower gardener; and a retired professional astrologer.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s