Election Musings by Janet Maika’i Rudolph

On Friday, Nov. 6th, the working day before the Biden/ Harris scoot was announced I expended a period in a profoundly meditative commonwealth. I live in the NY City metropolitan area and it was a beautiful day. I principally was sitting in my backyard in a patch of sunshine musing on the world and striving a personal sense of balance. I didn’t do anything that day. Well not entirely true, I did a few things, for example I altered slots a few times to stay in the sun. I grew up in the Puritan based “schools ” which frowned on “doing nothing” as if spending a day not actively achieving anything was somehow wrong, perhaps sinful. For my adolescents, 30 years after me, it was far worse, codified in hours of homework following a terminated school day. And today it’s even harder with afterschool activities( although I must say, to my great pleasure, I have never seen so many children playing on the street in my neighborhood than since this pandemic began .) No wonder Mama Nature is not generally reputation. We don’t create our children to have the time nor seat for Her.

I live in a community which could be called the “American dream.” All elegant lives sit on neat qualities, predominantly rectangled out to 60 by 100 as is my own. Very flat. My neighbours all have beautiful grass, so dark-green, always at excellent height, each plump bayonet just like every other one. Every spring and autumn little yellowed signalings show up on the lawns that say a pesticide or herbicide was applied and to stay off the lawn for 24 hours. I always was just wondering what they give the birds, worms, bird-dogs and squirrels know of the peril. I haven’t situated chemicals on my lawn since I moved in more than 10 year ago. My lawn is a lovely light-green mishmash of what others would call grass with a bit of grass interspersed. My home faces south so every spring I too plant a vegetable garden right in the breast that window-dressings the seat of about 1/4 of the previous lawn. I don’t know how my neighbors feel. I imagine they could call me Janet DandelionSeed, especially in the spring. But the offering is I have these plumb, beautiful, organic dandelion beginnings and flowers to build brews. This year I made a spring cleansing tonic and a dandelion/ bee’s wax salve. It’s stupendous. I have some tins of it which I will give to my daughter when her baby is born so she can use it to protect from diaper rash.

I sometimes guide smallish attack ceremonies in my back garden. I always want to use local timber. It is hard to find in my vicinity because “garbage” does cleaned up so quickly and altogether. Right after gusts I walk around the neighborhood and rally the lumber from limbs that have come and situate them around my property, so I have them ready for the ceremonies. Many people place their descent foliages in plastic bags. This one goes me specially crazy as it creates scrap out of nature’s bounty. I have expanded my compost abilities this year, but I can’t come close to composting it all. Ugh. I do use paper bags to gather leaves but even that hurts.

As I walk about my vicinity and realise the little yellow-bellied signs and the plastic garbage bags filled with leaves, I think to myself “have we learned nothing from recent events? ” From Trumpism to Covid, its all of a similar recollection organize, we can’t restrain poisoning the earth, we can’t hinder demonizing beings different than we are. I just think mostly about the concept of eco-feminism expanded to all bodies, how we treat the body of the earth associate not only to how we treat female mass but how we treat our own, and all bodies that co-exist on our prized planet. If our paradigms, our storeys don’t reform . . . if we don’t cherish what we love, our earth, our fellow human beings, what do “were having”?

When Brexit was approved in 2016 just before Trump’s election, a shift was started where people wore safety pins on their robes to alert migrant and other marginalized societies that “you’re safe with me.” Clever huh? After Trump earned, I began to wear safety pins on my outer robing in harmony. They are still pinned there. The tendency didn’t take off here in the United Regime so no one actually knows what they mean. Some parties have asked me reputing I “d left” a sew programme unfinished. I am now entertaining when to make the safety pins off. With Trump out of office we will have prized breathing room, but the possibilities will continue because the racial springs that gave rise to Trump are historical and deep.

As Biden and Harris get to work changing the political paradigms, we here at FAR have a mission too. We need to continue, maybe even redouble our office questioning and reincarnating underlying spiritual paradigms. Countries around the world, our culture desperately needs brand-new narratives with new values especially surrounding the meaning of success.

Its super hard to step outside those underlying( sometimes instinctive) cultural standards, even those who the hell is damaging. I has not been able have looked my beautiful soothing epoch as a success 20 times, ago probably not even 10. Ten year ago, I would have described my dimension as unkept , now I see it as a sliver of woodland-pasture sanctuary in the middle of suburbia.

For the US, at least, we have taken a giant step away from cruelty, intolerance, atmosphere refusal, misogyny, and so on. For today, for this week, this month I celebrate. It still delivers snaps to my eyes to contemplate the joyful, spontaneous street defendants that begun on the 7th. Thank you Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Now let’s get to work!

Janet Maika’i Rudolph. “IT’S ALL ABOUT THE QUEST.” I have walked the intent direction for over 25 times traveling to sacred locates around the world including Israel to do an Ulpan( Hebrew word studies while working on a Kibbutz ), Eleusis and Delphi in Greece, Avebury and Glastonbury in England, Brodgar in Scotland, Machu Picchu in Peru, Teotihuacan in Mexico, and Giza in Egypt. Within these pass, I have participated in countless shamanic solemnities and customs, attended a mystery institution based on the ancient Greek model, and studied with shamans around the world. I am twice kick-started. The first as a shaman practitioner of a pathway known as Divine Humanity. The second ordination in 2016 was as an Alaka’i( a Hawaiian spiritual guide with Aloha International ). I have written three journals: When Moses Was a Shaman, When Eve Was a Goddess, and One Gods. In Ardor and Adventure, Janet.

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