That's my little niece Lauren, who lives in the Cayman Islands. I have no reason for posting her picture except that her sweet joyful face fills me with a sense that there is yet goodness and innocence and light in the world. I've just pressed send on my manuscript, and am now listening to the Supreme Court confirmation hearings for nominee Amy Coney Barrett. I probably wouldn't be tuned in if I didn't have to write an update to the book that includes it, and hopefully also the outcome of an election in which progressives take back the White House, the Senate and the House.
Last night, I couldn't sleep. My brain was on fire with what ifs should the criminal fascist president win a second term. We all know it's possible, given the rampant perversion of a free and fair election that the Republicans are engaged in before our eyes. They can’t win in a fair fight, so they cheat and disenfranchise. Last night, thin on hope, I reached for my phone, and in the quiet after midnight, I found myself searching out thinkers of a spiritual bent who could interpret this present moment in the larger context of our human experience, our shared illusion of separateness, unless we happen to be among the souls currently incarnated here to be lightworkers, which I sometimes believe my own daughter surely is, and perhaps little Lauren, too. In my own darkness, I climbed all the way down into the rabbit hole of mediums and astrologers and angels and channelers, and finally climbed back out with this piece of a promise from Patricia Pearce:
“Despite how frightening our present circumstances appear, they are lending immense momentum to the quiet coup that is preparing the way for a new world to arise, a world that reflects the inviolable truth of Love.”
I'll take it.