Let Us Unleash the BRAVER ANGEL Within !

September 15, 2025

Looking back over my last post, on 9/11, I’ve since been down the rabbit hole with the Charley Kirk murder as well as with the woman on the train. I learned that the blood supposedly squishing from his neck might have been a “blood squish,” used as special effects, usually in films. So there goes that bit of “certainty.”

It appears now that likely both murders, (caveat: if real), were, at some level, staged, in some kind of multi-layered op, by whoever is the PTB, to coincide with the eve of the 24th anniversary 9/11, to both keep us polarized, more and more “at each other’s throats,” plus remind us all that we are still captured, trauma-bound, Patriot Acted and, in the last five years, covid conned, so we might as well comply.

It’s either that or die. Oh?

Charley Kirk died on Wednesday, September 10. And with of the endlessly repeating video of that horrific event, it appears that all of America and beyond has been sucked into an emotional maelstrom, with people “on both sides” seeking not just retribution, but revenge.

It looks like those of us who followed the enigmatic Q posts now realize: this was 

On Friday I received a notice from a local acquaintance to possibly attend a zoom event sponsored by Braver Angels and other organizations Sunday evening, 6-8 P.M.

I decided to “attend,” even though I hate zoom. Figured I’d stay 20 minutes or so and then get up to resume my usual daily schedule.

Backstory: I had heard of Braver Angels, and had wondered whether there are actual in-person meetings of Braver Angel locals. But my wondering had not progressed into actually finding out. Instead my rabbit holes kept sucking me, siloing me, silencing me.

And let me tell you: Yesterday evening’s event was mesmerizing! I found myself riveted for the entire two hours, hurriedly scribbling down notes the entire time.

My own astonishing, and totally unexpected response as I simply, mutely, sat in one place for this event made me want to jump up and say “Let’s go.” Let’s do this! NOW!

Here’s the Braver Angels website, which I just now joined, and where I learned that Sunday’s event, which coordinated in common cause over 50 national organizations, featuring three panels with four organization leaders on each one, and attended by over 1400 people, was organized within 36 to 44 hours!

Here’s an AI overview of how it started, in Ohio, with a few people from both sides of the aisle, after the 2016 election.

Now co-founder Blankenship, who has led Braver Angels since the beginning, has stepped down. See how they chose their new leader here:

Meet Our New CEO, Maury Giles

You might want to read their Statement on Charley Kirk.

And check this out, from a long-time Braver Angel organizer:  “How can we state our views freely and fully, without fear?”

In tomorrow’s post I will delve into the notes I took last night, and show photos of the three panels.

 

 

 

WHICH WAY DO WE LIVE? With fear in our hearts, or with love?

September 11, 2025

A part of me felt that maybe I should not have posted yesterday’s piece, questioning the reality of the Charlotte N.C. murder. Because the one source that I quoted seems to be the only other person who thinks that.

However, in all the photos I came across on the internet, I never did see any blood on her neck, where she was supposedly stabbed, multiple times.

And for me, my own perception is utterly primary.

This is the question. This has always been the question. No matter how the deep state or other PTB attempt to gaslight us, divide us, feed us fake news and/or twisted narratives, always to generate F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real), which, when projected, appears as Hate, we CAN have our own experience, and it starts inside us, at home within our own embodied being. Starts HERE, and then radiates to others in our vicinity.

So I stand by my conclusions re: the Charlotte neck stabbing, however mistaken they may ultimately turn out to be.

And then, wouldn’t you know, a few days later, on the very eve of the 24th anniversary of 9/11, the cold-blooded murder of 31 year old Christian Conservative leader and activist, loving family man with two children, Charlie Kirk, in public, by a sharp shooter from 200 yards away, in the neck, the carotid vein likely, blood visible, immediately gushing out. 

I look back to 9/11, 24 years ago, two Jupiter cycles ago. Each one a cycle of opportunity, for that is what the energy of Jupiter calls forth. And where are we? Increasingly divided, furious, each of us tending to see the Other as the problem rather than looking inside ourselves.

It appears that we have not been able to grieve. Not for a long time. Not, at least, since 911. Grieve the loss of our American innocence. Grieve. We don’t know how to grieve. We’re just supposed to suck it up, and continue on.

This is true on an individual level, when a person close to us dies (see my book, This Vast Being: A Voyage of Grief and Exaltation) we are given, at most, one year off from “normal life.”

And this is true on a social, cultural level. Grief is a waste of time. Grief pushes us backwards, not forwards, and forwards is forever. Progress! Keep marching on! Don’t let the idiots get you down!

To grieve is to process our experience. To allow in the pain. To honor it, treasure it, so that it can move, and ultimately dissolve. Without processing, the scars from old wounds calcify, to the point where we are ultimately stopped in our tracks, unable to go on as authentic human beings. Instead, we end up robotic. I wrote about this in 1995.

Personal Processing

 

On my daily walks I am continuously passing by other people with whom I engage on a soul level, with a brief smile that lights up both of our faces.

This reality differs utterly from the one in the news. The one where they want us to think that all is lost, that we are all idiots, ripe for the picking.

No.

We are not that. And whenever we can tear ourselves away from our screens, and actually meet up personally with others in the flesh, we realize that we are, each of us, a sovereign soul, at one with all.

This morning I took my usual walk, with heart-lifting moments for each of us as we, supposedly strangers, pass each other by with a soul-infused smile, and a murmured hello. My dog helps. Especially if the other also has a dog. Then we all stop, and start untangling their leads; our meeting takes longer and is even more fun.

Last night I attended a city-sponsored event, where over 100 people from neighborhoods all over town got together in small groups to discuss what life is like for us at home. Very interesting.

Tonight we (Green Acres Permaculture Village) hold one of our usual twice-monthly Community Dinners, on the patio out back, with friends, neighbors, and relatives from near and far, all invited.

Though I do spend much of my time alone, I treasure these times with others. For me, both aloneness and community are utterly necessary, both; not one or the other. As with all polarities. The dynamic dance between them is the creative spark.