I don’t vote in who I like,
or would like to be. 

I don’t vote with my vulva, just to have a mirror image,
but it can only be a plus if I like her.

What you say,
I said, “I like her”?!? 

You caught me, I guess I must retract.

You found the reasons to be right. 

You won, YOUR fight. 

Does it feel good? 

Do you feel like a winner, stomping on the rights of humanity?

Tell me what a war, if not this, looks like?

Was everyone else just losers, begging for acceptance for all people?

Oh it won’t be how you say… we won’t be controlled – our democracy obliterated…. 

“Trump is only one person, he doesn’t hate *gay people.” 

Relax, you’ll be fine, you think. 

You think?

Have you not been paying attention to anything other than your congregation? 

Stand up so your plastic doll eyes can roll open. 

You’re not dumb, you’re not blind, you’re not….

Although I’m not sure about anything any more. 

Because respect goes both ways and having to respectfully listen to your beliefs is finally over. 

It’s like after Thanksgiving, and you have no idea why the native people mourn. 

I’m not going to pray for you, you’ve shown America, you don’t need it. 

You have your savior, you also have your separation – corralled on the other side of the fence. 

I applaud your efforts, 

though my hands are too raw to clap,
from saving our freedoms in hopes of being united in the states of America.

Thank you. You’ve shown us who and what you really believe in. 

But I don’t hate you, nor do I fear you, that would be giving my power away. 

But all I can do is be so radically peaceful to snuff this nonsense out by way of non-attention. 

I will wish you well in my mind, and divorce you in my consideration. 

I will love you ultimately, but can no longer listen with curiosity.

My wish was that we had the same wishes – to grow together in love of all people of our country, including our differences but not forming rules of restriction because of them. Many voted for that. This wasn’t a vote for one person, it was a vote for a mass destruction of human rights. Voting for someone who represented everything they’re afraid of, instead of just hashing it out in therapy.

This isn’t a post about who’s better, as I’m not even a democrat. 

This is a post about “I know what you did this fall”, and I’m not sure you know, just yet. 

I’m sorry. 

You will always be loved, but even love has boundaries. 

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For the return of the realms in which we come back home to ourselves, don’t fret if you’ve felt bombed out of your skin by this American chapter. 

Raw, shocked, cringing.

Dear sweet soul of greater peace, there’s blessings here. This didn’t have to be, but yet it did. We had to see the pain of what *50.5% (of actual voters) couldn’t remedy for themselves. We had to bear witness to the irresponsibility and blinders leading by fear, inadequate of making a higher conscious choice. It is not anyone’s fault, but all of ours. We are socially deprived of humanitarian healing though revere ourselves as ‘independent’ and headstrong. Where are we ALL exactly like this in life? Somewhere. Find it, find where we are independent and headstrong to a deficit, so that we can heal that part of ourselves. Don’t wait because when we do, this is what arises. 

There is nothing wrong with those who voted for him. They were sure of what they felt, that’s obvious. Seemingly they were never taught how to question, only defend. And this goes way beyond politics. How many times has one changed their religion? How many times has one changed their family unit? How many times has one changed their homebase? By purposeful choice? Being uncomfortable is seen as something to be avoided at all costs.

So, they’re stuck. It’s not easy when you believe that the only way to get out is through hard work and suffering. It’s not easy when all you believe is there’s a right way and a wrong way. It’s not easy when all you believe is in your god. It’s not easy trying to measure up in being what society deems as an upstanding citizen. It’s not easy to not follow what’s acceptable. It’s not easy to question what’s been fundamentally thrust down your throats in fear of rejection of being different.

But we’re all different. 

Each person who voted for him/her is different. 

Same goes for our place of worship.

Our place of company.

We cannot keep each other in sameness to be a reliable ally.

This goes for friends, for families, for religions, for political parties, for countries, etc.

Maybe this vote is for the best. In fact, I’m thankful. 

Not the kind of thankful that brings hugs and gratitude, but the kind that can see a bigger picture, a bigger movement. We, as a whole, needed this. And once not as traumatized through way of shock, we might be interested in doing the work. 

The work might look like…

  1. Questioning what is being offered here?
  2. Is this presenting an opportunity to revamp how we vote? 
  3. Creating healthier communities of collective consciousness, for all identities?
  4. Maybe we start voting more often and for policies, not people. 
  5. ?

It is up to us in how this affects us. At this time (early on) we do have the power to respond to how we feel instead of just feeling the reality of being raped. This has nothing to do with losing, don’t listen to the opposer’s counsel, they can’t even feel the impact it’s going to have on their own lives. But do feel what you feel and give it back. Lay it down outside your body, put an altar in its place of loss, grief, you’re not alone in this. It’s real. And those who don’t understand, don’t give them any of your attention. Don’t explain, don’t hate, don’t listen. Just sit with yourself, maybe this too is an offering of firsts? To sit deeply within the grief. 

And what I’ve learned from Grief, is that it’s not here for punishment, or even moreness. It’s here to sit with you, to learn from you, to express itself without limitation so it can be released into its higher formation of Understanding. Only you can do this. 

This is your freedom. 

A gift given to you, through you. 

Vanessa Wishstar
Psychic Medium, Spirit Guide, Writer
www.VanessaWishstar.com

Bio: I am a seafull of mountains always seeking the truth, a mystic-called dragon, a psychic phenomena(l) goddess who births stars and makes wishes on their dust. I just love being me. And you being you.

I live in remote, pristine, Alaska and also the regenerative healing waters of Florida, discovering how life is meant to be loved. My husband and two children are my entire universe in which we frolic about, living out this dream. “Live on purpose”, I say!

Vanessa Wishstar
Psychic Medium, Spirit Guide, Writer
www.VanessaWishstar.com