well, FB, quite a lot, actually is on my mind but I’ll start this morning with this: WAKE UP, DEMOCRATS! THE HATERS, THE TROLLS, THE BOTS AND THEIR OLIGARCH PUPPET MASTERS HAVE STARTED BEATING THE SAME OLD DRUMS AGAIN. And my decision and my response are to give them as little ‘ink’ or I guess as few pixels or maybe as little bandwidth as I possibly can.
So, indefinitely from today on, I PROMISE I WILL NOT post, or mention or share the articles, items, posts, that pop up on my feed here and on Twitter talking about anyone’s new attack on Lifelong Public Servants like Joe Biden, Barack Obama, Kamala Harris, Elizabeth Warren, DNC, Jos. Kennedy III, Tom Perez, Keith Ellison, Cory Booker, Chuck Schumer, Diane Feinstein, Nancy Pelosi, or Hillary Rodham Clinton [the list is actually quite a bit longer than that but you’re getting the idea]
I will not give ANY space to posts about new [or old] articles, books or films that are blatantly neo-fascist-oligarch-alt-right-Faux-News or anything of that ilk in provenance. I just won’t.
I will NOT post or share posts about any new efforts by the genuine enemies of this democracy of ours to smear, to lie, to besmirch and most of all to divide Democrats when we are poised to see our Blue Tsunami pretty much wipe them off the political map. I will not respond to any such things, as that’ only serves to spread their fears/hatreds. I will not as best I’m able, indulge in divisive arguments that waste my time and energy. I will not support or follow or share anything that seems aimed at making our native, natural divisions and diversity a club against us instead of our greatest strength.
This is the way I’m going to carry on my share of resisting the haters and their puppet masters. I will not react the way they want me to. I will not indulge in useless arguments with those they’ve bought or sold or both. And if you know me, you know how stubbornly I can carry on this sort of fight. I will fight in the way I know our genuine leaders have always fought. I will speak to what needs to be spoken to, not what someone who hates all democracies but especially ours wants me to address. I am not any one’s puppet and I am not likely at this stage to put on anybody’s strings.
Too much time and energy and emotion have already been spent, and some of it for more than 40 years on highlighting and using the diversity of our people against our principles, and the depth of our principles against our every effort for our people’s well being and their future as well. I won’t add to that. I invite you to join me in this somewhat quieter, but I believe a far more effective way to shut the haters up.
Recently, I’ve been experiencing a strange emotion. It’s hauntingly familiar, but distant, kind of like remembering an old recurring dream. It’s almost like deja vu, or a fond memory of an old lover.
I think it may be…hope.
It started a few weeks ago, when I arrived at a bar in my neighborhood that was hosting a fundraiser for Vote Riders and found it PACKED TO THE GILLS. At the event, one of my fellow local Democratic party volunteers (young, female) announced that she’s running for local office, and I was proud to be the first person to sign her petition to get on the ballot. And there it was, like that first little green sprout of a crocus through the snow.
Immediately after that, Democratic turnout in the Texas primary surged, and Connor Lamb won the PA-18 special election. Is that the first little purple flower I see?
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Due to the kind intervention of a number of magic workers here in the Magical MidAtlantic, I had the opportunity — of a lifetime — to sit down yesterday with Dolores Ashcroft-Nowiki and discuss Dion Fortune’s Magical Battle of Britain and how that working can — and can’t — serve as a model for the magical #Resistance work that many of us are doing now in the U.S. Several people helped me to formulate my questions and I am grateful to them, as well as to those who suggested and helped to set up the interview and, of course, to Mrs. Ashcroft-Nowiki, herself, who generously gave of her time and encouragement on this, which she believes may be, her hundredth visit to the United States.
I brought tuna sandwiches and, while we ate, with Mrs. Ashcroft-Nowiki’s permission, I recorded our discussion. (I’ve made a few very small edits…
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James Comey’s excuse for releasing damaging (and, as later shown, false) information about Hillary Clinton just before the election, while continuing to keep secret damaging (and, as is now clear, true) information about Donald Trump boils down to his concern that the NY FBI office was militantly anti-Hillary and that, had Comey not released the information, the NY office likely would have leaked it.
First, James Comey was the Director of the FBI. It was his job to run the organization, to make sure that everyone under his command followed the rules, to step in and be pro-active when there were problems. Heck, we expect that much from the manager at the local drugstore and the head of the cleaning crew that does your office each night. Comey is correct that it was very clear that the NY office was doing its best to damage Hillary. Long-silent Twitter accounts…
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Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work. Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position. Maybe wrap up in a blanket or cloak and grasp a stone or talisman that matters to you. Grow your roots, send them deep into the soil, let them intertwine and grow small hairs to attach to the mycelia in your own landbase.
Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase. Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.
Ground and center. Cast a circle.
As you move to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work. You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky: Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty. Do…
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This is a prayer for the Vernal Equinox, for Ostara, for Spring. This is a prayer for resistance. This is a prayer for as much light as there is dark, for an end to winter’s cold, for life returning to the land. This is a prayer for resistance.
This is a prayer for as much winning as losing, for an end to the Trump Interregnum, for good government returning to the land. This is a prayer for Spring.
This is a prayer for safely-born livestock, for radishes and dandelion greens, for sunshine. This is a prayer for resistance.
This is a prayer for safe schools, for money spent on the aged and sick, for young people leading the march. This is a prayer for Spring.
We pray the prayer our ancestors prayed:
Let the good times return; let the time of coughing and hunger be over. Let the land treat…
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