Consequences…Unintended or Otherwise

The consequences of our actions, unintended or otherwise, seem to be in full view these days. We have a president who instigates violence among his supporters and now mail bombs have been sent to prominent people who have spoken out against him, a list of enemies if you will, who are now under attack. Two former Presidents, a Vice-President, members of Congress, former Cabinet members, and others including Robert DeNiro were apparently sent mail bombs. It didn’t take long for the cries of false flag to reverberate on social media. It was the Democrats. They did this. Because if not, then the bombs would have exploded.

The logic is stunning.

I listened to the instigator-in-chief call for unity only to praise himself knowingly to the crowd at last night’s rally, saying that he’s being nice…that they all have to be nice now. He couldn’t maintain presidential stature or dignity for even a few hours. As he spoke yesterday, however, I wondered if his dry mouth and emotionless comments were a result of a realization that it was likely his own taunts, his own demeaning words to supporters that may have caused the current situation.

Is this what happens when he knows he’s been caught?

If you tell enough people enough times that someone is an enemy of the people, sooner or later, someone is going to do something about it. That’s what we have now. And it’s likely not over yet. The guy in the White House has ripped apart whatever was left of us with deceit and lies. He was never a great businessman. It’s been a lie from the beginning, a brand crafted to cover the notion that he was anything at all, a puppet beholden to anyone with money. The stock market closed yesterday with any gains from his ridiculous tax cut for the year in the proverbial crapper. It’s back up a little today, but yesterday was awful.

I’m certain that many who voted for him believed the great dealmaker lie. It’s not as if the media over the years did much to disabuse anyone of that notion. But something resonated with the rest, resonating with deeply held beliefs of separation and division. They feel no kinship with the country at large other than fear of the other. It’s sad because they are beliefs predicated upon a set of lies meant to keep others in power while those without such power remain at odds with each other. It’s by design. Just as is this presidency.

How we treat one another matters. The words we speak, the actions we take, all tell a story of who we are. It’s not easy right now to extend compassion to those with whom we so vehemently disagree, yet it’s compassion that’s needed, otherwise, the consequences of not doing so may keep us in this place of chaos with the deception at its core fostering an unnecessary and sad end.

To call for violence is simply wrong. Whatever our grievances, we ought to be able to at least agree with that. Instead of a call for violence, we need a call for integrity and unity. In time, the rallies will end as will the nightly platform to spew hate and division. It’s a type of mind control, the repetitive chants, and the stirring of egos. It’s the type of collective mind control used by fascist regimes to control the masses. Ignore the press, ignore the truth, listen only to him. Ignore what you know, listen only to him. Walk away from your friends, your family, listen only to him. Ignore the truth in front of your eyes, listen only to him.

It felt like a river of negative energy was flowing, the few times I could watch any part of his rallies, either now or during the campaign. His message oozed and settled over the crowd, their responses ratcheting up with the escalating cadence of the manipulator’s divisive and demeaning words. It’s a form of mob rule. If it’s down, say it’s up. If it’s night, say it’s day. Do it again and again and again and before long, everyone listening will believe. Chant. Repeat. Manipulate. Control.

It’s by design, this manipulation, this usury. To maintain control. To own it all.

Discernment is a bitch, particularly these days. But we need it and at some point, those who are still confused about what’s happening will need to pull their heads out of their asses and pay attention. You’ve been conned. It’s been a con that was years in the making. Accept it. It’s not your fault. You thought he could be believed given all the trappings. The gold surrounding him is only a sad expression of a man who is nothing.

Nothing at all.

Blessed Be