So, Trump won.
There is a lot of debate out there on social
media, cities are divided.
Is it right or wrong? Good or bad? What is right
anyway? What is wrong?
Everyone’s 'stuff' is up, all our buttons are being
pressed; anger, rage, fear, doubt, hatred, indolence, apathy…it’s all our
stuff.
We can choose to perceive Trump as a bully, a bigot, a
misogynistic tyrant, predator, homophobe, racist. Some see him as a great man,
a leader, a creator of change and immense walls. Others see him as a man, a
son, a husband, a father.
I don’t believe for one second, that the majority of America
are hate-filled, angry bigots.
Maybe the votes were rigged, Trump said that
very thing, maybe it’s true?
I believe in the goodness of people.
His
supporters are fearful, they hold scare-city within their hearts, anger, rage
and a deeply rooted ancestral shame.
Whatever is in your hearts, you will
perceive outside of yourself; so this is what they see.
Trump, just like all of us, has many wounds.
He is an
archetypal concept, the Wounded Masculine, the Wounded King, an archetype of
our time right now.
Where are our leaders? Where are our fathers? Our mentors,
our guides, where is the Fierce Masculine?
Trump is a beautiful reflection of
our most darkest shadows, and we can all see them!
The Emperor’s New Clothes!
I almost want to thank him for showing up, for stepping into
his power and for showing US the parts of ourselves we are unwilling or unable
to love, so we can heal them!
All those parts that hate, that judge, that condemn, that despise.
The parts of
ourselves that we are ashamed of, that are weak, that are vulnerable.
These are
All of our shadows.
So, Trump won?
If you are reading this, it is because you are energetically
drawn to my words, our words, our consciousness.
Remember, there is only one
consciousness, even Trump is a part of that divinity.
He has lessons to teach
us, let's listen.
What can we do?
We can choose to love each other, it’s
totally in your power to make a stand and say 'Yes' to love.
Love your
neighbours, love that gay couple around the corner.
Love the Pakistani family
in the flat above you.
Love that black guy who gets the same bus as you every
morning, and that Mexican woman who sells flowers on the corner of your road.
Love
that trans kid who always looks away awkwardly when you stare, and the angry
single mother who always looks so tired.
We can also choose to love that
orange guy with the funny hair.
But more importantly, go to that mirror in
front of you, go look in it, see that person, love them.
We can choose love, I choose love.
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