An intriguing image kept appearing as I watched the election last night. The image of a blue wall, and its collapse against the red tide. Then I woke up to hear that Jack Smith, special prosecutor is closing up shop. No prosecution of Trump!
The USA was founded on system of checks and balances—the executive, legislative, judicial branches; voters, and the free press. One by one they have been destroyed by Trump, in their ability to function as such. The tension over the past years regarding prosecution of Trump, bringing him at least to legal account was incredible. It was the last desperate effort to establish some checks and balance, all the other branches having already collapsed—no more resistance. In the space of one night, the last resistance was vaporized and now we live in a world absent of any institutional checks and balances to excesses of power (it’s all about oil as Trump now says).
In the midst of this darkness a dear friend of mine dreamed that a young vulnerable feminine being had been born, needing sheltering. This birth was associated in the dream with the death of an American lover. This dream has a similar sense to the widely observed astrological reading of Pluto entering Aquarius—a time of death and transformation. Death and transformation is of course a profound soul truth—“formation/transformation/eternal soul’s eternal recreation” (Goethe).
We can always find such eternal soul truths. But the problem comes when the new truth seeks to enter time and space, to come forth in actuality. And there we should pay attention to Cohen; “I’ve seen the future, baby/it is murder”:
Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room, my secret life
It’s lonely here
There’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby
That’s an order!…
