But Is Trump a Zionist?

November 12, 2024

The whole phenomenon of Israel has always had me flummoxed. I just never have been able to wrap my mind around it, at just about any level.

But my spidey sense always twitches on whenever I hear the word “zionist.”

Should it? Or have I just been MK Ultra mind-controlled in some unfathomable way.

Frankly, I don’t care to go down that rabbit hole.

So I’ve always held Trump’s alleged relationship with Israel, via family connections, etc. at arm’s length.

And now, predictably, one might say, gossip about a number of Trump’s “expected” appointments to  key positions in the coming administration are seemingly way to many Zionists to be circumstantial. In short, have we been played?

Mark Wauck, among many others, is discouraged.

Anglo-Zionists for the Win?

A part of me is discouraged, too.

How can Trump be good if he supports Israel?

I’d say, let’s watch and wait.

 

 

Beyond immediate post-election drama, to what? Plus, “So there, David Icke.”

November 11, 2024

Spent another weekend mostly off-screen (except for one short session) during the days. Went on another unfamiliar long walk on Saturday with Scampi, followed by a deliciou meal at a new restaurant, Valencia (“Latin flavors”) and nearly-completed reading of the Robert Monroe book, Ultimate Journey. This one so provocative I may have to read it again.

I really really love opening my mind to the far reaches of whatever, without having to certify any view as definitely true or false.

Yesterday afternoon I went to an open house for a new acupuncturist in town (with question on my mind: would she be able to help my paralyzed/nerve damaged son, Colin?) and immediately found myself in a room full of older, liberal white women. Didn’t think a thing about it until one of them, who has always been friendly, yelled out as she walked up to me: “There’s one of the few people I know who voted for Trump!” I should have known that I should have been shocked, given the others’ stares. But I wasn’t. Instead, I just hugged her, as she whispered in my ear, “I’m scared.”

“Just wait to see what happens,” I responded, in a soothing voice, which she seemed to take in, gratefully.

Not that DJT is “perfect,” for whatever role fate carves out for him. But I don’t at all subscribe to David Icke’s opinion that he is just another tool of the two-headed techno-corporacratic bird. In other words, David Icke is one of (perhaps even the long-time leader of) those whom we now term “black pilled.”

After listening to this, I took my own notes, rushing what he was saying into my own language and understanding.

https://x.com/davidicke/status/1855274767588196499?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

My own response is informed by my numerous, relatively short or long, experiments, life long, in creating and fostering community while insisting that everyone remain a sovereign individual. So many ways to go about working within this exquisite polarity! And under such a variety of (constantly mutating) initial conditions!

Re: this particular dynamic polarity that I want to keep opening space within: I recommend Graeber and Wengrow’s The Dawn of Everything, where an archeologist and an anthropologist trade stories on the telling details of specific origins of various tribes, communities, etc. through history.

Large national govern-ments (not to mention supranational corporations), as presently constituted, however, are, Icke’s right, likely needing to be totally smashed to the ground. Or, oh so slowly and carefully ground down, as may be happening with The Great Awakening under the aegis of Trump. Why? Because any hierarchical human construction on this planet that keeps increasing in size (and all institutions do; that’s simply the nature of the beast), eventually collapses of of its own excesses.  So the question becomes, how to grind down with the fewest and least horrifying catastrophes.

Anarchy, while seemingly exciting to contemplate, as long as people are at widely levels of their own internal development, would likely turn into a Lord of the Flies living hell.

So there, David Icke, who, otherwise, I admire very much! He turned me on a long time ago, and continues to provoke. Thank goodness for that, as he continues to force me to expand my own thinking beyond whatever box I (my ego) finds myself (itself) in.