Why I didn't vote

Personal reflections

I knew since the summer before last that I wouldn’t vote this year, just as I didn’t in the previous presidential election. I almost was on board with RFK, and then something crept in, I heard distinctly that I wouldn’t be voting for him, and later that I wouldn’t be voting at all. I checked in with my intuition up the very end of the voting period. It was always a resounding “no” in the halls of my inner being, with no hesitation.

As the night wore on, I was up consistently after 2am and I felt led to pray. I kept feeling into which way I should pray, if at all, and either way I learned felt bad, like I shouldn’t lean. Instead, I prayed for the most direct path for the awakening of humanity with the most ease and grace possible, and for the immaculate birthing of heaven on earth for all humanity in a way that honors our sovereign divinity in a peaceful, harmonic way, with abundance for all, and a freedom rooted in unity. I prayed for miracles for everyone who needs them. I prayed for all to remember their innocence, their worthiness to receive grace, so we can be open to the Divine Soulutions we might not otherwise have been able to gestate or birth even conceive of on our own!

My understanding about the history of abortion is that it is a story that has been sold to women about being primarily about their rights, but in truth was promoted in the way it was as a eugenics measure and to be able to hide the rape of children and young women better. While the part of the story related to Eugenics is relatively well known now regarding Margaret Sanger, I don’t think we’ve begun to really have the conversation on the ways abortion has enabled elite rape. I hadn’t even heard of Buck V. Bell until this year, and then only in vague terms - it seemed the prevalent story in the mainstream was that she was truly an extreme case of someone with very little ability to function - but I hadn’t really explored it beyond knowing it was about the State’s right to sterilize a woman deemed a burden on the state - until recently. It turns out it regards a woman whose mother’s husband abandoned her. The mother was then institutionalized for “immorality.” Then, her daughter, the woman in question, was raped by a family member and became pregnant by rape - and was sent to the same institution as her mother to cover it up. This woman’s only daughter made the honor role until the child died at a young age - some reports say complications of the measles, others report of intestinal complications. According to Lombardo, “Her lawyer— a founder of the institution where she was held—never challenged Virginia's arguments and called no witnesses on Buck's behalf.” The woman in question was sterilized against her will at the hands of the State - and that law is still on the books as Buck Vs. Bell. Now this woman, even after all that, tried to overturn the ruling - and managed to remarry once, and then again after bereavement. Yet the court ruled ‘three generations of imbeciles are enough.’

Abstract

"Three generations of imbeciles are enough." Few lines from Supreme Court opinions are as memorable as this declaration by Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. in the landmark 1927 case Buck v. Bell. The ruling allowed states to forcibly sterilize residents in order to prevent "feebleminded and socially inadequate" people from having children. It is the only time the Supreme Court endorsed surgery as a tool of government policy. Paul Lombardo's narrative exposes the Buck case's fraudulent roots. In 1924 Carrie Buck—involuntarily institutionalized by the State of Virginia after she was raped and impregnated—challenged the state's plan to sterilize her. Having already judged her mother and daughter mentally deficient, Virginia wanted to make Buck the first person sterilized under a new law designed to prevent hereditarily "defective" people from reproducing. Lombardo's more than twenty-five years of research and his own interview with Buck before she died demonstrate conclusively that she was destined to lose the case before it had even begun. Her lawyer— a founder of the institution where she was held—never challenged Virginia's arguments and called no witnesses on Buck's behalf. And judges who heard her case, from state courts up to the U.S. Supreme Court, sympathized with the eugenics movement. Virginia had Carrie Buck sterilized shortly after the 1927 decision. Though Buckset the stage for more than sixty thousand involuntary sterilizations in the United States and was cited at the Nuremberg trials in defense of Nazi sterilization experiments, it has never been overturned. Three generations, no imbeciles tracks the notorious case through its history, revealing that it remains a potent symbol of government control of reproduction and a troubling precedent for the human genome era. (PsycINFO Database Record (c) 2016 APA, all rights reserved)

Source

Lombardo, P. A. (2008). Three generations, no imbeciles: Eugenics, the Supreme Court, and Buck v. Bell. Johns Hopkins University Press.

A few hours before I checked the outcome of the election, I heard in my mind that Trump won. It felt bad to me. I feel like I would have felt slightly lighter if Kamala had won, but only in a drugged, superficial, it’s gonna be a more medicated experience kind of way.

Although I did not vote in this election, it did weird me out that people in my exceedingly blue neighborhood did not get out their Kamala signs until quite late. While it was a relief not to see the signs for so long when I think they are basically all just virtue signaling to each other, it bugged me, because they had their Biden signs up SO EARLY and completely ignored revelations of the very plausible allegations of sexual assault toward Tara Read, as well as his comment at a Teachers Union to an audience member that “She was twelve, I was thirty,” followed up by no explanation and no attempt to hold him accountable by anyone, including the news outlets that reported it as if it were something awkward to giggle over rather than a sign that Biden is a pedophile who has a long history of doing the same things liberals would go after Trump for in a heartbeat. As an aside, I have copy/pasted the “She was twelve, I was thirty” thing multiple times and at the moment when I go to look it up, it produces zero search results. Do you know how traumatic it is to repeatedly not be able to find things you know you’ve searched for and posted previously, or to have your content deleted for speaking the truth or told to get a gun because someone wants to hurt you for speaking the truth? That very patriarchy that liberals talk about worked very, very hard to censor me and to diminish my authentic, strong feminine voice.

Everyday I work on process my pandemic trauma. It’s not just the pandemic - it’s all the ways that so many truth-tellers have been treated in history.

I love you. Thank you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

If I am a pretty conscious person, and I am severely traumatized by what happened to me in the name of the blue, how much more traumatized are people who are less privileged and haven’t spent as much time working on their shit?

I wanted my neighborhood to embrace Kamala with more enthusiasm than Biden, even if I couldn’t intuitively - as a woman - get behind her while trusting my own alignment. I know a bit of her history too - and her policies don’t match any kind of hope that she would actually do good for people of color or those who have been raped or abused as children. Once we got two mailers in a day, one from K and one from D. As we looked at them, my son pointed out, “Sometimes they tell the truth on each other.” I don’t blindly listen to what anyone on any side says, even if I like them a lot. For example, I really liked RFK, but I had a little intuition “catch,” that subtly grew over the past year. When I heard his position on Israel, it was over. That doesn’t mean he’s wrong about big oil, big chem, vaccines and fluoride. It means he’s wrong to consider it “a moral war” to commit genocide.

I would rather have a black woman in office than a white man. I live in a neighborhood where my husband was cut off at the corner by another car jutting in front of him to ask, “what are you doing here?” when he was driving home a block and a half a way. He was driving a rental car and is of mixed ethnicity. I used to be involved in social justice things in my community until it got to be more about being politically correct than about healing or social change that truly uplifts and empowers.

I realized liberal elitism is insidious beyond insidious and ensures that nothing ever changes while helping most lefty people to feel very self-righteous about themselves, while focusing on telling us the right phrases to say or not say doing nothing that will actually end racism. Call real institutional racism out and you get put in your place.

Everyone flies their liberality high on issues that get pushed, for exactly as long as they get pushed and then take their signs down. But as soon as I thought about getting the Kamala sign, finally the neighborhood got theirs, almost all at once. I don’t know where they meet to get them, but there must be some club I’m not a part of, that no one has bothered to invite me to, and it’s just as well, because I would have the same conversation with whoever invited me that I had with the people who came to my door to ask me to vote.

I understand the people who are deep in grief. I get it. I’ve been a passionate liberal. I’m just not anymore. Except in the original sense of wanting good things for everyone and wanting to individual rights, such as freedom of expression to be preserved, especially when what someone says threatens a special interest or the government.

For all of people who bring up issues of racism and women’s rights, still not one person who is pro vaccine or pro mask has expressed open support for the discrimination and trauma I received during the pandemic, excluded from society, not able to go in or eat inside restaurants or coffee shops based on policies that I knew were not based on science - or a proper interpretation of the law.

So many who voted for Trump are people who are traumatized by this like me and who were pushed out of the Democratic Party when it started censoring holistic things - not just around vaccines, but anything around health that isn’t chemical and pharmaceutical, or anything critical of that which is chemical and pharmaceutical.

Then, Kamala didn’t do a dang thing to stop a genocide. A different group of people - people who mostly believed the pseudoscience and wanted to keep people like me from spreading truth misinformation actually saw that what Israel was doing was wrong. They then experienced the same type of gaslighting, being called antisemitic and so on for critiquing a genocide. Kamala didn’t brag about it like Trump did, but as I told my husband, “It may be less unpleasant when a leader passively allows and absolutely aligns with those who financially support a genocide without bragging offensively about it, but the people are not less dead.”

All this doesn’t make Trump someone worth glorifying. He is connected with all the dark webs and the same deep state he criticizes. I find his friends even more concerning than the future (again) president himself. One of his friends literally bought the election - offering a million dollars for a vote.

~MSN

Solving the patriarchy, solving racism, solving cultures that condone or look the other way when elite people do things that destroy the world, whether one life at a time or on a global or even space X level scale, will take more than pushing for a revival of loyalty to a clearly already co-opted side. It will take moving beyond putting false hopes in global governance and transnational networks based on corporatism and billionaires that masquerade as green agendas and so forth, while trying to take over the financial sectors of “developing nations.” It will take more than getting fluoride out of the water or ending the mandating of vaccines, or insisting that a woman has a right to choose about all body issues, including whether or not to carry a pregnancy to term.

Because these things are ways the Patriarchy manifests, but they are not the Patriarchy. The Patriarchy isn’t even about men. It is about the cancerous, disconnected version of masculine energy that has lost its connection to the Divine Feminine and therefore seeks to control, extract, exploit, violate, harm, torture, micromanage, annihilate, rape and take pleasure in domination - to force its agendas without consent, in whatever the form. There will always be new forms until we address the root.

How can each of us embody a healthy masculine and a healthy feminine?

How can we harness the power of the mind in way that honor the heart, the soul?

What if instead of micromanaging the people, the only ones micromanaged were those who want to control them?

I am all in favor of disentangling public-private partnerships.

I am all in favor of ending the genocide against the Palestinian people.

I am all in favor of restoring sovereignty - fully to Indigenous Nations- and ensuring this happens in a way that doesn’t allow the government to do things on Indigenous Land that are not legal for them to do on US soil, much as they currently try to use private partnerships or influencing private companies, coercively or manipulatively as happened with social media censorship - to achieve ends that would violate the constitution if a government did it directly.

I am all in favor of higher standards for accountability for all federal regulatory agencies and universities.

I am all in favor of creating cultures of acceptance without oversexualizing children and without taking away or temporarily bypassing any parental rights.

I am all for insisting that all workers get paid a living wage - including migrant workers. So lettuce prices will increase. I support subsidizing small, local organic farmers, as well as creating better options for families on assistance to access truly healthy foods free of pesticides and chemical residues, such as fluoride.

I am all for ending geoengineering experiments, and having full transparency about anything that could impact the stratosphere.

I am all for all way win grassroots solutions that honor and reverence all life.

I continue to pray for peace and for the healing of our world - starting with each person who is grieving the loss of the election, as well as those who voted the other way because they are still traumatized from what the liberals did to those of us who said, “no” to having our bodily autonomy taken away during the pandemic and who have been systematically scorned, shamed or gaslit for speaking the truth on issues related to our bodies or the body of Mother Earth outside abortion.

I was pondering yesterday what the Dakinis and Magdalenes did, since sexuality was part of their practice. Did they know how to intuitively guard their fertility? Did they know how to use herbs to prevent or if needed terminated a pregnancy? Did they follow the rhythm method or something similar? Were there community pathways for adoption if an initiate was not in a position to parent? These are not my pathways in this lifetime, but they have been in others.

I do not subscribe the The Brave New World model of state control and superficial hookups in a druggified state, and at the end of the day, and I believe that is where the contemporary liberal party wants to take us.

Could we go violet?

Could we get a violet flame going that purifies the lower frequencies in both parties and merges the strengths of each?

I believe there are multiple ways to have a thriving society and many ways to structure relationships. A healthy community is one that is living, not one that is institutionalized. And that is why the libertarianism of the right also does not appeal to me at all, in addition to its technocratic-regime change foundations in South America.

Love is Holding You, whatever happens

Love holds the Sky.

Love holds the person who votes opposite you and the one who doesn’t vote.

Love forgives your delusions and mine.

Love offers grace.

Love births anew every fresh moment that we are alive and long after this version of us has been laid to dust and our energy has contributed to the swirl of artistic expression of Life Itself.