God Has Spoken*

 Today, God is congratulating us humans for making it through another week of life. (The god* on Substack.)

1.     We survived the non-existent Rapture on Tuesday.

2.     We watched Jimmy Kimmel return to TV without restrictions. (As a result of a hue and cry from people who believe in free Speech, and knowing what companies fear most—losing money. They canceled their subscriptions to Disney and Hulu and sold their stock, then rose in voice protest.)

3.     We saw the Democrats attain the 218 votes needed to force the release of the Epstein files.

Really?

I blinked—see why I need God?

 

“Everywhere you look, good people are rising against defiance of tyranny.”

 

*God is a courageous, outspoken, witty man writing on Substack. He has kept many of us from a complete meltdown in this time of Political crisis.)

We are awakening from anesthesia!

Even as we speak:

“Behold the theater of fools. JD Vance is already tweeting that Democrats are about to shut down the government. The same government Republicans fully control. Every branch, every lever, every knob.”

 A moment of Refreshment from Gary V:

 “Start appreciating yourself ❤️ start understanding that for many Reasons too many of you put yourselves down and beat yourselves up … STOP 🛑 THAT SHIT … I am telling you, you’re great… now believe it yourself - stop comparing, stop worrying about outside noise and judgment - start slowing down and focusing on what actually matters. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

 

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Yes!

Jimmy Kimmel is back on the air.

The people spoke in the way they had to speak — selling their stocks and canceling their subscriptions to the Disney Channel and Hulu. Hollywood got into the act. People protested against censorship.

Somewhere, we got the idea that Free Speech was still free in America.

 

Since our first president, George Washington, political commentators, journalists, and political cartoonists have poked fun at the President. (No late-night television in those days) But journalists and artists had the power of the pen, and they used it. They have criticized Presidents,  mocked them, and said outrageous things about them. And the Presidents probably didn't like it, but they took it.

Our present President can't.

He issues threats against companies, people, citizens, corporations, universities, the free press, books, and late-night talk hosts. Against anyone who criticizes him.  

But then we gave our present Presidential immunity. (That is so stupid, I can't think about it.)  Did they really believe that man would live forever, or that the Republicans would always be in power? When you grant immunity to the office, it is passed down to the next. Didn't anyone think of that?

Don't give immunity to anyone--you, me, not anyone.

We thought the Constitution was the authority, and the President, hand on the Bible, the other hand in the air, has twice vowed to uphold the Constitution—it is a prerequisite for the job. It seems that doesn't matter to him.

Why do you think we have the Congress and the Senate? We have judges, lawyers, and the Supreme Court? It is hoped to ensure a safe and just system.

We are trying to keep our freedoms, not tear them down.

And this Right-wing, Left-wing thing isn't enough; now it is extreme right or extreme left. And if anything goes wrong, the President immediately screams that the Left-wing radicals did it.*

Oh please!

 

And stop besmirching the word "Liberal." 

 

 

*The are probably out championing the cause for a tighter gun control.

And I though Last Week was Tough

When someone asked Isaac Asimov, "If you knew you would die tomorrow, what would you do?"   

He answered:  "I'd type faster.

I have adopted his answer.

Not that anyone told me I was going to die tomorrow, but when you go into the hospital, they always bring up the end-of-life directive. They want to know what to do with you if your heart stops beating.

I had a heart attack this past week and was in the hospital for two days.

But now I'm home and talking to you, and my little fingers (not little) are typing faster.

I had a super stressful event, and I thought my reaction was an adrenaline rush, except that after my daughter badgered me into having a blood test, it revealed that the enzyme that is released when the heart is damaged was in my blood.

See, your heart calls out for help when it needs it.

Take that advice to heart. If you need help or support, ask for it. Our mission is, or should be, to support each other.

And see how often we use the word 'heart'? "Bless your heart." "Heart-break," I love you with all my heart."

Your heart is sweet and lovable—love it back.

The afternoon after I came home from the hospital, I lay on the couch reading a novel. Sweetpea our little dog lay on the pillow beside my head. Zeke, our 3-legged German Shepherd lay on the couch at my feet warming them. And Laffe, the coon-hound lay on the floor beside me.

 This is heaven, I thought.

 

  

Since I believe in the Mind-Body-Spirit connection, that our physical issues are not separate from our minds, and that our minds are not separate from our Spiritual understandings, I'm here to say, I don't know what the f* I'm talking about.

But I do know about being grateful.

I love my life, and I love having one. I love having the opportunity to express myself on the page and having people read what I write. There are many reasons to be grateful.

And today I just had a conversation with my husband about LIFE.

As I have mentioned before, I signed up for a major in Biology after the college professor yelled out over a class of about 200, "This is the study of LIFE."

Biologists study living things—and dead ones. But they don't know about life.

Nobody does.

The subject moves into an esoteric, philosophical, theological, idealistic, and magical reality, and yes, a biological one, but that's the physical part.

We are more than our bodies.

Think about it, we have always been alive—except for First Cause, and I don't know about that. We came from our parents, who came from their parents, back and way back some 300,000 years to the Mitochondrial Eve, the first woman. How did she come into being?

Here we are, a result of that magical progression, and look what we are doing. Instead of saying, "Wow, look at us. Aren't we lucky!" We gripe and complain, and treat each other, as well as the animals and the earth, poorly.  I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about the collective humanity. Which, it seems to me, is having an identity crisis right now.

Collective humanity doesn't know who they are or what to think. Or they believe so strongly that they will beat their fellows over the head with a belief system, or shoot them.

Yet, they have the spark of life in them.

Where did that come from?

You might say, "From God," but that is magic. What is Life?

Those ova and sperm were alive before they got together and fired off an entirely new set of instructions.

 

It's time for me to reconnect with some of my long-held inspirations and motivations.

Are you with me?

Here is my oracle for the day from Thomas and Penelope Pauley:

"The sooner you define your life, the easier it is for the Universe to create it for you."