As all kids generally become, who occupy the position of the middle child in the family, I was ‘the rebel.’ Not a real nuisance rebel but always the one who wanted to stretch the limits a bit, do things differently and break rules when I could.
Our school demanded we all wear green blazers: I wore a black one as a protest. For that, I was barred from becoming a prefect in my senior year, but I didn’t want to be one anyway. I regarded the boys who became prefects as collaborators with the powers that be.
Later in life when I became a real estate agent, I was one of the first to buck the system by revealing the swindle that all the brokers were running in those days. They had their agents help buyers to find a home when in fact they represented the interests of the seller, not the buyer.
I decided just to represent buyers, but it was before the industry decided to put their house in order, so I did not do very well.
Even when I became interested and active in using forgiveness as a healing modality, I was not content with doing conventional forgiveness. No, I had to push that aside and create something very unconventional – RADICAL forgiveness.
I also touted Radical Forgiveness as a healing modality for cancer well before the medical community was ready to accept that emotions have a lot to do with disease, and I met with a lot of resistance.
Anyway, the reason for telling you about my inner rebel is that I must confess there’s a part of me that feels quite sympathetic and excited about the idea of supporting someone for President who has the propensity to grab hold of the current political establishment, Congress especially, and shake it like a dog shakes a rat.
Trump would do that; I have no doubt. And a whole lot more besides. He has the power and the willingness to take on the world and shake that lot up, too. Pity anyone who would get in his way. He might even nuke them (think North Korea).
I’m into blood sports (politics) so I would enjoy watching the kill and witnessing the feeding frenzy that would ensue in its wake, causing him to announce martial law, proclaim himself as the savior-dictator, and suspend the constitution, not to mention causing havoc around the world as he reneged on all our international agreements and destroyed all our alliances.
If elected, he could and probably would do all of that.
He is extremely vindictive and would be merciless to anyone who opposed him or even disliked him. He is narcissistic, power-hungry and cunning as we have seen in the way he manipulated the media and the electorate into foisting him on the Republican party as their nominee. (I can’t helping smiling, sorry.)
From a spiritual point of view, I have argued before that this would be perfect in that it would create the breakdown that must necessarily precede the breakthrough into the 5th dimension, facilitating the shift in consciousness we have all been waiting for.
For this to happen, it requires that all existing structures of this 3-dimensional reality must crumble into dust, including the political, social, economic, and financial structures that sustain it before the shift in consciousness can occur.
So who better than Mr. Trump to be the catalyst for this required dissolution of current reality? Who else could? He’s like Stalin, Mussolini, Milosevic, Hugo Chavez, Saddam Hussein, to name but a few, all rolled into one. He’s perfect for the job.
But I have also warned it is not for us to get ahead of Spirit and do things that our Ego thinks we should do in the imagined interest of divine purpose. We could be dead wrong. All we can do is what our inner guidance tells us to as human beings and trust the process.
Now back to the killing fields and my lust for blood that would come courtesy of Donald Trump along with the mayhem that would ensue if he ever became President.
Like many of the people now rooting for him, I am a parent and a grandparent. I have 10 grandchildren ranging from age 9 to 29. I look at them now and know that I would have to ask myself the following question:
How could I possibly think of taking such an incredible risk as to vote him into power just to satisfy my own self-righteous judgments about politicians and for a bit of excitement when their lives might be impacted in unimaginably harmful ways long after I’m dead?
Even if I could (I’m not a citizen), I could not bring myself to do it even though it would be fascinating. Trump is a real threat to the world, and there’s no telling what would happen if we elected him. The man is dangerous. He’s risk not worth taking – not for anything.
My hope is that those people with kids and grand kids who are feeling inclined to vote for him, if only for a change, will cast a glance away from the TV and their iPhones in the direction of those kids for a few moments.
Then, to imagine life after Trump, knowing what they know now, and more importantly, what they don’t know but could hazard a guess as to what it could easily be like for them if he did what he seems ready to do, much of which is not likely to be good.
Would they be willing to take that kind of risk on their future and their lives then? Let’s hope they think about it real hard and let their love for their grand kids be their guide.