Hello beautiful family!
I woke up this morning in a way I have never woken up before. Happy, and full of energy! I stepped outside to the porch to have my morning coffee and a cigarette and read DC as per my usual routine, and I was delighted to read so many of your posts on here.
Daughter of Terra, your post brought a huge smile to my face. Yes, we are the stoop kids. Although I have traded my Mickey’s and Black & Mild’s for black coffee and American Spirits (I can thank my old Liberal Arts university and my stint in Colorado for that) and I have never once sat on the stoop of a brownstone, I had to take a look at myself on the porch this morning and agree with you with a hearty laugh. I hope when we step off of this stoop we will go together out into the world and remain close. Maybe trade the stoop for a poolside patio bar at Dong Mansion. Yeah? I need to work on my tan.
Heisenberg, let me just wade through this throng of women for a second to tell you thank you again for the joy you bring all of us here. You know you’re my favorite. You bring out my Irish DNA, man, and then you set it to music. The ever-flowing fountain of Guinness I’m having installed over at Dong Mansion has your name all over it - literally. I'll see if I can fly Bono and the Boss out to hang. Morrissey is invited too, but he has to RSVP so we can hide all the meat first. I'll be in the hot tub with Jimmy Page and Robert Plant if you need me. Cheers, my friend, you have done a wonderful job here and I know that’s only a fraction of what you are going to do in the world... when you're not drowning in p***y, that is.
Cowboy Down Under, I would love to one day shake your hand and have a long conversation about our travels around the world, our experiences with native cultures, and our spiritual journeys. You speak to my favorite parts of myself, the one with a sense of adventure, the part with a thirst for the various cultures of the world, and the part that sees divine meaning in everything and everyone. Your posts have always reminded me of the kind of life my heart wants to live, and you have helped me keep that dream alive in this long waiting process. Thank you.
One Who Knows, it has been such a blessing to have you here with us and to watch your love shine out and grow continually. When I first started reading your posts, I always thought “Wow, this guy really knows what he is talking about! OWB really has his shiz together! I know as well that it all comes down to what we believe, and here he is encouraging us to believe in goodness, in love, in ourselves, in the infinite possibilities of the cosmos!” And this is still true, but the best part has been to see you become One Who Knows. There was a sense of finality when I listened to that call and got to be a part of your moment, and then later saw your new moniker. To make that leap from a belief to a knowing, that’s a deep thing. My eyes were opened even more. Thank you for being an example to us of our own highest potential as we learn to create from the heart, believing believing believing until we realize that we already know we can do it!
If I tried to thank every single one of you who posts here or emails me, this post would take 100 years to read. So I’ll save it for the GCRVFW hall or the Dong Mansion Balls (man that never gets old!) when we get to toast each other. You guys thought Melania’s dress was snazzy? You just wait for the number I’m gonna show up in. If I haven't ascended to crystalline-light-body form yet I'm sure gonna look like it.
Anyway, there is a post that I actually wanted to write today. It starts off as a dream, the dream I had last night. I was in a coffee shop down the road from my place, watching my bank account on my phone to see the number jump from double-digits to endless zeros. It happened! And then I started walking around giving money to everyone there, and I made a deal with the owner of the shop that I would be sending them $5,000 a month to help keep her business running and expanding. Then I had to go, because I was on my way to a party.
I arrived at a small, nondescript house with a huge yard. It was chock full of people. There I saw many strangers, all faces I’d never seen before but recognized as members of my DC family. As I usually do at parties, I headed straight for the kitchen to see what kind of snacks were available. I sat on the kitchen counter talking animatedly with a group of people about what we had done/wanted to do with our funds. The atmosphere was electric. We were all so excited, but a tidge nervous too because we still didn’t know what it was going to be like out there in the world. But we were enjoying ourselves for the moment, trying to loosen up. Then, from the living room, I heard a song start playing loudly. This song used to be one of my favorites when I was really young, I remember being a little kid and singing along to it over and over again in the house, in the car, everywhere. “THIS IS MY SONG!” I yelled, and I made my way through the crowd of people in the house to the living room floor which was only slightly less packed. Everyone was sitting or standing and mingling, kind of stuffy if you ask me, and when I started dancing all of them looked at me kind of funny- but I didn’t care that I was the only one dancing, I loved it. I was dancing and singing along to all the words and spinning around in circles, and as I spun I saw every single one of your faces light up into a smile. Some people started getting up and dancing too until the whole house was moving and shaking! I kept spinning until I woke up, as the happiest person in the world. Then when popped out of bed and I stepped outside for my morning C, C, & DC, I noticed the sun was brighter. The colors were more vivid. I still felt like I was in a dream but I knew it was real life. I went inside for a refill and I could hear my stepdad singing a song as he walked into the kitchen to get his own cup of coffee - and what do you think the song was? THE SAME ONE FROM MY DREAM.
I mean, wow. My stepdad doesn't even listen to Sheryl Crow.
Let’s talk about yesterday. I was glued to the inauguration, honestly slightly worried at what would go wrong, but really for the purpose of trying to decode anything potentially RV related in the speeches. First off, I felt like the universe was speaking directly to me when Chuck Schumer read that letter Sullivan Ballou wrote to his beloved Sarah. Off to a very synchronistic start! Then, when I heard The Donald’s speech, I was floored. I had been thinking already, “You know, I get a good feeling about him and I don’t have any clue why. But when he speaks it always seems to disappoint me. I wish he would say something that really resonates with me in his speech today.” Well, thank you to whoever wrote Trump’s speech because I was absolutely floored in the best way. I even shed a few tears. It said everything I have been waiting my whole life to hear. Not in the Obama way where he knows exactly what to say and then nothing happens. But in a way where the words actually felt genuine, actually touched my heart. I didn't know until yesterday what that difference felt like.
My first memory of a president was the Clinton/Lewinski scandal. I remember being about 4 years old and seeing Bill on TV trying to defend himself, that big purple schnoz getting bigger and purpler with every lie. I had seen Pinocchio enough times to know what was up. Actually that's a joke - my kid intuition was just really good like any kid. We know more as children than anyone wants to believe we know - we just feel it. Suffice it to say that I grew up knowing it was all total bull, the whole thing. In high school I started learning the real truth of things, thanks to the internet, and I remember being so incredibly pissed to finally be able to put facts to that knowing I’d always had that everyone was lying to me and that our government was screwing up our lives and other people's lives around the world. I remember walking around yelling at my parents like all teenagers do, but instead of being upset about curfew or needing the car keys, I'd yell things like, “The world is so screwed up! How can you expect me to live in this country!? I don’t want to be an American, I am ashamed of this place!” and trying to convince them to become expats with me. Then in college, I changed my major so many times in a battle between doing what I wanted to do and seeing how futile it was to get a degree, knowing that degree or not, I wouldn’t be able to get anything better than a waitressing job or some dumb $9/hr office job where I get hit on by my sleazy, arrogant boss. I studied Philosophy and Journalism until I realized Journalism was dead and I got tired of people telling me I’d never get a job with a Philosophy degree. So I switched to Psychology/Neuroscience until I started learning how my own brain got all screwed up by the conditioning of my upbringing, and decided I didn’t want to know what was inside the minds of other people anymore. So then I studied Anthropology/Sociology until I saw that history repeats itself over and over again, and that human beings and their oppressors don’t really ever change. Then I chose Nursing and gave up on that when I realized I might have to serve my clinic hours in a nursing home and I couldn’t handle the thought of being in one of those places where they treat the elders of our community like stray cats and dogs at animal shelters. At that point, the meningitis vaccine I had been forced to receive before entering my freshman year of college had really been taking root and making me ill for years, and I was having so many neurological problems I had to quit school anyway. I know it was the vaccine because I was healthy before, and as soon as it was administered the cascade of problems began. Imagine an 18/19 year old with narcolepsy, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, sleep paralysis. It wasn’t until I was about 22 that I found a physician who could help me detox all the metals and poisons from my body.
So yesterday, when I got to see a sheepish looking Bill Clinton and his now withered purple schnoz hovering around in the background after Trump delivered his speech, it became clear to me that I had come full circle. For the first time in my life, yesterday I was proud to be an American. Excited about the possibilities for my future here. Happy to hear Trump’s words and know the full story behind them. Happy to see Paul Ryan front and center throughout most of the shots. Astounded to know, and hear said to me for the first time by a head of state, that the power was mine to have. Not the power to force people to do my bidding, not the power to change people’s minds, not the power to amass unlimited wealth and control things with it, but the power to help make this country and this world a better place. At that moment I knew I stood with all of you and with millions and billions more people who want the same thing in their heart of hearts. At that moment I knew we would together be helping the United States deliver on the lofty promises made yesterday in the speech, we would be the ones making it come true. We would be the ones helping America live up to the ideals it was founded upon. Not Trump. Not Ryan. Not any of the faces we saw on the screen yesterday. Us. And they acknowledged that fact. Obviously whoever is behind all of yesterday’s pomp and circumstance is not the same folks who have been in control my whole life. Obviously this time, whoever is in the background, whoever is in charge of the charade isn’t some creepy satanic Cabal but in fact, the good guys. And they let us know that now WE are the ones who get to make a difference. And I am going to go for the highest rate, because the more I have the more I can give, and I’m going to show people how much fun it is to give so that they start giving too. Because what feels SO good is being able to make a difference, and I want everyone to feel empowered to do just that. You see a problem? You are the solution. You have that power and nobody will be able to stop you. Now, go get ‘em!
This cynical millennial feels truly patriotic for the first time. Not in a nationalist way, but in a way that I am actually proud of the country I live in and the people that live here. And hey, that extends all over the world. It always has. But while I used to say “I love the world” and that was true, I couldn’t really say “I love the United States.” I don’t think I’ve ever uttered those words until yesterday. I am lucky to have been born here, to grow up here witnessing all I have witnessed, and to be able to finally lend a hand in helping the USA become all it was meant to be. The same way folks all over the world are doing what we are doing in their respective nations. It won’t be long before we start looking past borders and nationalities and seeing everyone as a human, as a citizen of Earth. But I’m happy that for a short while, I got to actually be proud to be an American.
Thank you, DinarChronicles. Thank you, Patrick. Thank you, whoever is in charge of this whole transfer of power, whoever saw this potential in the people and nurtured it to fruition. God, Zorra, Chinese Elders, Jesus, St. Germain, George Washington (sup birthday twin?), Thomas Paine, Putin’s true alien form, General Dunford, Paul Ryan, Arcturians, Pleiadians, Hollow-Earth folks, dolphins, beings made of pure energy, raccoons, sentient doorknobs, I don’t even know and I don’t even care who it is anymore - I just know there’s something out there that’s real and it’s good. So thank you. And thanks to myself, and I want all of you to thank yourselves too, for believing, for loving, for growing, for waiting, for sharing, for giving, for choosing this path and seeing it through, for co-creating this experience and for what we will continue to co-create. Oh, and thank you all for coming to my dream party last night. It was poppin'. Here’s the song from my dream, I think it says a lot about the juncture we find ourselves at now:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-SaoaXfz6E
Love, so much love, more love than I even knew I had in me,
Your sister Sarah
And a couple more for ya ‘cause I felt like it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qVPNONdF58
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7TLTjqUyog
Lyrics to The World I Know:
Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why
Are we listening
Hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one, into one
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down
'Cause it's the world I know
Oh it's the world I know
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why, don't know why
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down
'Cause it's the world I know
Oh it's the world I know
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down
'Cause it's the world I know
Oh it's the world I know