Three Rings, Two Worlds

By Judith Gayle | Political Waves

Some in the spiritual community have it that in this time of departure from one era to the next, the world itself is taking an ascension path, lifting from the 3rd dimension to the 4th, ultimately to arrive in the 5th. During this pivotal time there is a kind of ripping apart of those who will go with Gaia into a new consciousness and human experience, leaving those who cannot, or will not, change to accommodate a more unified, civil world to remain on this chaotic plane of material consciousness.

In this scenario, there are two versions of the planet: our present world denser in vibration, and an invisible duplicate layered upon the original, changing at the molecular level to restore and repair itself.

The original is destined to continue in its downward spiral, its inhabitants determined to continue their tribalism and power-tripping into a future that reaps the consequences of that activity; the alternate will continue to lift in vibration, as will those who go with her to establish a Golden Age.

Me, I have a “wait and see” attitude. Things almost never work out the way “they” say it will, but just so you know, I’m of a mind that the miraculous is just a matter of awareness. That said, I’m also pretty sure that clapping wildly will keep Tinkerbell alive.

And although we might say all this is just way too absurd to contain any truth, who knows if it could happen — or even if it HAS happened, at some far point in the past or future. That’s the thing about getting an alternative view of the possibilities, complete with hints from quantum physics: the more you discover, the less you actually know for sure. So? Two worlds? Maybe. Besides, if you read national news, you have to acknowledge that we’re divided into two different worlds now.

In most places in this nation, for instance, women are given authority over their own reproductive system and sexual preferences. In Iowa, this week, where the three ring circus of GOP presidential selection occurred, a seriously repressed man named Santorum — who wants to give individual states power to eliminate birth control and insists that, among other things, lack of medical coverage has never killed anyone and that homosexual marriage is responsible for our economic downturn — came within 8 votes of receiving his party’s nomination.

His secret weapon? The Duggar family bus, in which Jim Bob Duggar, father of 19 (at this writing,) takes a dozen of his older children around to stump for whichever religious candidate is running. Last election, the Duggars supported Huckabee and during hiatus from their reality show, Jim Bob promoted Huck’s vision for a Christian nation, up to and including breeding like fruit flies to the Glory of Gawd. Nodding in approval, this year the evangelicals gave Rick enough votes that his political candidacy comes up first when you Google him, not the unfortunate anal reference he earned by equating gay sex with bestiality.

In that other world we’re examining — loosely understood to be Iowa and/or the small, narrow minds of those who cannot accommodate the diverse smorgasbord of living that eventually gives way to the potential for a fuller understanding of self — there were other sideshows at the circus. One starred a woman who, amazingly, made us think Sara Palin wasn’t the most unlikely candidate in the world: Michelle Bachmann. Michelle announced early on that real Americans had her back and that she could win against the socialist Kenyan in the White House. Those were some of her saner statements. Much as Palin confounded us with semi-coherent babble, Michelle took delusion to a new level. To quote Matt Taibbi:

“[Michele] Bachmann is a religious zealot whose brain is a raging electrical storm of divine visions and paranoid delusions… Bachmann is exactly the right kind of completely batshit crazy… crazy in the sense that she’s living completely inside her own mind, frenetically pacing the hallways of a vast sand castle she’s built in there, unable to meaningfully communicate with the human beings on the other side of the moat, who are all presumed to be enemies.”

So much for the dancing girls. Another feature on the midway was a Texan Bush-clone who had a difficult time putting the bull in the pen, this go-round; in his defense, at least he’s not afraid of cattle, as was our Dubby. Rick Perry took a drubbing but has decided to stay in the race, unlike Bachman. Perry is re-thinking. His Texas shit-kickin’ style has always won him the favor of his fellows, which may eventually serve to table his presidential aspirations and keep him in Texas where he belongs. We shall see. Nothing like a determined dumb guy to push the envelope.

In another corner of the big tent, an egomaniac and con-man named Gingrich accused isolationist Ron Paul of being “dangerous.” (I’ll testify. I think they’re ALL dangerous.) In defense, Paul accused Gingrich of being a chicken hawk who avoided service in Vietnam by multiple deferments, evidently standing in line with Uncle Dick Cheney, who also made looking after his own skin a priority. A couple of old dogs snarling at one another was of interest to a few, but didn’t have the draw of the Duggars, who are Gawdly-folk, all of them (and counting.)

Will Pitt, over at TruthOut, provided the best read about this dip into the alternate reality that is GOP presidential politics. As he put it, so eloquently, “Sorry, Iowa. I love you, but damn.”

In the end, television pundits were still up in the wee small hours waiting for a handful of conservative Midwesterners to decide which brand of “racist and repressive” suited them best. For hours and hours, giddy reporters tried to fill the airways with detail as the race hung in a three-way (just fun to say so I will.) The Mormon guy — the technocratic Establishment candidate whose PAC outspent everyone and who can’t seem to capture the hearts of his party now, any more than he could four years ago — eventually won, although even his 8-vote lead is now in question.

No matter, we’ve moved along to New Hampshire, where Romney’s money will go even farther. New Hampshire, where we will erect the circus tent once again, before breaking it down to head for the Carolinas and then Florida. The rubes will gather on the eastern seaboard, and the delusion that any of this matters a whit in the larger picture will fly in the face of common sense. Seriously. The candidates are all clowns and none of them live in my world.

Me, I have absolutely no interest in living in a world run by Rick Santorum and promoted by the Duggars. I want no part of Ron Paul, who strikes me as the kind of guy who would watch your child get hit by a car rather than attempt a rescue that might get him sued, then blame you for not looking after the kid. I have no respect for Newt Gingrich, no matter how many times he’s asked Jesus to forgive him for his prior indiscretions, and who would put our kids to work cleaning up buildings where the privileged (and white) reside. He’s a racist, blustering loony who will take the nation to war. And Romney is a living, breathing example of the infamous 1% and just as much a warmonger as the rest, moon-eyed and calculating Iran’s doom.

So this year, I’m refusing — yes, you got that right — REFUSING to live with their tired old bullshit, no matter WHO wins this election. The American people are NOT all evangelicals, are NOT all frightened to death of a future where their children use birth control, are NOT all sitting up at night with their guns, fearful that Arabs are lurking behind their trash cans waiting to get them. True, too many of them seem unable to put their fear of other cultures behind them, unwilling to judge their own weaknesses as sternly as they judge their neighbors’, and far too many of them, jaded and exhausted, believe that the old version of humanity cannot be changed by the genuine shift of consciousness we’re seeing quietly grow. News: it can.

But you can’t ignore the reality on the ground, even if you want to change it. This is going to be an establishment election and it will involve a good many engaged citizens, who MUST do their best by their beleaguered nation but who have no taste for establishment leadership. Those of us who see how fragile America has become need to stand firmly for what’s right, even as we have to stand against what we cannot live with. And even as the Duggers and the Bachmanns and the Gingriches have been planting their flags in the thin, overworked soil of the midwest, Barack Obama has been doing his establishment best to push ahead.

Bypassing two years of Republican obstruction – which killed off Elizabeth Warren’s chances to lead the bureau she created and sent her, instead, to a congressional race for Ted Kennedy’s old spot — Obama installed Rich Cordray as the head of the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB) by recess appointment. Howling like banshees, the Pubs decried this un-American presidential activity, ignoring the 177 times George W. used this process (once to install bad actor John Bolton as Ambassador to the UN, an organization Bolton believed should not exist). Obama also made three appointments to the National Labor Relations Board, which has limped along, unable to assist the war-weary unions in their hour of need. All of this comes under attack by the Pubs because Congress was not adjourned, strictly speaking. Here’s Jon Stewart to explain. The White House says it’s justified, can win such a challenge in court, and any further discussion will only point up the Pubs’ refusal to provide the public with consumer protections or the unions with viable board members. A rare Lefty win on all counts.

Using his position in the bully pulpit to get business done, Obama also announced this week that he is reconfiguring the Pentagon’s strategy toward Asia and paring down the military for more restrained use in decidedly more modest foreign goals. Presenting his vision of a streamlined military with specialized equipment needs, the whole of our way of fighting just took a shift. Did you hear that crackle and pop? That was Hell freezing over.

I haven’t heard the Old Guard yelping about this un-American policy as yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Crusty old John McCain is busy stumping for Romney and making what’s become a series of predictable gaffes, but he’ll get around to saying that civilization as we know it has been endangered by the Muslim-loving black guy. Count on it. Money, politics and the military are ALL of what remains of our nation. The black guy just changed that and nobody noticed? Really??

Is there another world forming over this one, as we speak? Maybe that looks different than it sounds. Maybe the hint of how such a quickening can look is evident in the #occupy movement that recalibrated American concerns in just a few short weeks, or the Arab Spring that changed the world’s relationship to authority in one short year. Maybe the many liberal changes that Obama has ushered in, some say in spite of himself, shifts the face of the future in ways we don’t understand. Maybe the hijinks of the clown show that was formerly the Grand Old Party finally puts a fork in the expectations of all but the most uptight and mind-locked in this nation.

In my experience, the vibratory quality of what is respectful, loving, generous and tolerant is much more powerful than what is dictatorial, judgmental, hateful and defensive. Fear does not inspire to greatness, and greatness is what we need next. Maybe greatness isn’t far off, and maybe the vibration such incoming energies carry DOES change the planet, as if it were new again.

And perhaps the prediction that those who cannot continue here, won’t, is coming true. We’re seeing a lot of people leave now, as if this world has just gotten to be too much. Perhaps what’s ahead of us is, as we’ve long said, not for sissies — but it’s certainly for us, you and me, because we haven’t blinked. Oh, we’ve cried, screamed, chewed nails, bitched and bleated to Heaven, but we haven’t blinked. We know how to do this, you know. It’s encoded in us, this keeping the faith in our fellows, pushing back the fears 3D likes to wave around to breathe the fresh air of 5D commitment to renewal.

The counter-culture is busier than ever before. Millions of us are bartering and cooperating, re-thinking our futures. I’ve noticed a shift in year-end thinking, a tiny little communications shift, that speaks volumes: rather than make resolutions, we are resolute. I certainly am. Think about that. Where’d all the dedication to goodwill and collaboration come from? Perhaps it’s in the collective vibration, perhaps it’s the beginning of a new planet overlaying an old tired blueprint.

As this year plays out, please remember that miracles are everywhere, awaiting our discovery and celebration. Miracle after miracle, unfolding in the most amazing ways. I mean, come on! What? You thought Tinkerbell was dead? In what world, dearheart? In what world?