The Case for a Dark Horse President

The presidential race of 2016 has been the world’s biggest joke. On the one side we have a former first lady whose health and personal decisions are shady at best while on the other side we have a potty mouthed, silver spooned buffoon who embodies everything that is wrong with America.
I try to stay out of politics and I try to avoid reading the newspapers because I’m so tired of all the negativity and the bad mouthing that seems to be social media’s norm. We need to step up and show the world that the United States is more than a joke. What would our forefathers think if they saw the state of affairs?  Tell me, are we going to fall like the Roman Empire fell?

On the bright side there are more than two presidential candidates. In fact there are over 28 options but the main stream media doesn’t want you to know that. They would rather fixate on the diabolical that is Hilary Clinton and Donald Trump. Make no mistake, if Hilary gets elected then the United States will be stale and most likely drift into obscurity. However, if Donald Trump becomes president then every country that has a grudge against us will point their nukes in our direction and lock their scopes. I predict that if the United States populace is stupid enough to elect that toupee wearing idiot into office then we are signing our lives away. We would be putting bullseye onto our home land and you can bet that within three months of the election the United States will be no more.
I hope you understand the consequences that we are facing. The fact is we have other choices but no one wants to mention them. So I will, you have the Liberaterian nominee  Gary Johnson and Green Party nominee Jill Stein. I haven’t heard much about what either one proposes but those two are great alternatives solely because they aren’t notorious.  If you aren’t a fan of either of those options there are at least 20 other nominees, including a socialist party and an elitist party. 

Why does who we vote into office matter?

Well, for starters it shows what kind of country we are. Are we progressive or are we falling prey to our fears? Tell me, what is more sinful? Hatred of your fellow man or accepting all as they are? Biblically speaking, what would Jesus do about the state of affairs? Do you think he would be in favor of building a wall along a border? Do you think he would be interested in the hatred the presidential candidates are spreading? 

If we are, supposedly, a melting pot for any and all then why is there so much hate and posion filling the front pages? We need change, and we need it soon. We need an antibodic to cure the disease that is destroying the United States.

We need a dark horse and a white Knight. We need someone who will be more than a mindless talking head. We need someone whose career has been centered on making the world and the United States a safer, better place.


Religion: Restless Ruminations

Several of Tim Ferriss’s blogs mention meditation and he writes in them that he tries to spend 15 minutes a day meditating. He stressed the point that he is coming from a secular viewpoint and is in no way promoting religion or a spiritual mindset. I think I might have to disagree with him.



Here is the definition of religion: “a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, especially when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs.” via

Meditation is the extended process by which a person clears one’s mind to find a better sense of well being. With that in mind, meditation often talks about expanding one’s awareness to reach out to the greater universe. Above, it talks about the idea of observing rituals and striving to ascertain the purpose of the universe.

We know that there is a fixed point from which everything came. Whether it be a big bang or a supernatural being speaking something into existence; we know we came from somewhere or at least that is the theory. One could argue that we are nowhere and that we simply exist within our minds. Who knows, maybe we are all one cell amoebas thinking of grand adventures while floating in a primordial goo.


Well, that is really more of a philosophical debate and perhaps I should finish the Thomas Paine book  I was supposed to read for philosophy 101. I have the book around here somewhere, at least I think (therefore I am). Maybe I’m confused because I slept through half of that class. I wish I didn’t, but such is life.

I’m getting to my point, I swear on the Bible? 

I grew up as a Christian. I went to church every Sunday and I followed the path I was supposed to follow. God was the dad I never had. He was bigger than life and Jesus was the savior, the one who heals all. He saved me from my sinful life (which that definition is debateable; sure I’m not perfect but sin is such an ugly word). I prayed every night and I talked to others about Jesus, you could say I was a Jesus freak. An Evangelical Covenant girl for life!

Paradise wasn’t so perfect as there was something that always rubbed me the wrong way and it was the glaring lack of a female deity. Over time I began to think of the Holy Spirit as the feminine aspect of the godhead. More and more I prayed to her, asked her for guidance and support. Although I tried to hide it, by the end of high school my belief in god had faded like an early morning fog. By senior year all I had was a vague memory of what god was. It went downhill from there.

By the time I graduated college I wasn’t a Christian anymore. At graduation I looked around at those I  thought I knew and realized I didn’t want to be like them. I never could be like them, because I was different. Intrinsically and completely different. I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out. Sometimes, I’m a slow learner.

I’m a quarter Irish and I believe the celtic pantheon is written in my genetic code. Why? Because I think there is some credence to morphic fields and morphic inheritance.  I’ve found that the pagan ways suit my thought patterns. The surprising thing is that I feel more connected to the world when I think of the creation deity as being female. For me the polytheistic idea of gods/goddesses really isn’t multiple people but more of the same god/goddess wearing a different hat. Like I’m a writer, a horseback rider, a salesperson, a cat owner, a daughter, a sister, a friend, an acquaintance, a customer, a client, a dreamer, a sleeper, a doubter, a believer. Do you get the picture?

More than that, though, I’ve noticed a recurring theme within multiple belief systems: the triad.

Think: Freud’s idea of Id, Ego and Superego. The holy trinity Father, Son and Holy Spirit. The Threefold goddess Maiden, Mother and Crone. Why does the idea of three premiate throughout different belief systems? It is known that the most stable arrangement for vehicles is actually the tricycle. I mean think about it. When one side is weak it has the other two to lean on. There isn’t a way to unsettle the tripod. The transfer of energy require three parts, nevermind I’m not a scientist.. Oh, and the cycle of life has three parts: Life, Death and Rebirth.  A story has a beginning, middle and end. Childhood, Adulthood, Elderhood.

The idea of Karma is that whatever you do comes back to you three fold. Or Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Love your neighbor as yourself. The key here is learning to love, accept and embrace who you are, which leads me back to meditation and Tim Ferriss’s comment. I think any time we do meditation or reflect on our lives we are making a conscious decision to engage the other parts of the self, which opens up the pathway for energy to move. Since we are all made of energy we are, in a sense, honoring what made us.


So, the old saying of treat your body like a temple is true, we are temples of the self, of energy and isn’t that interesting? I’m excited to see our world shifting back to a whole food feed the body and mind mentality as well as the movement of lean living. Let’s treat the mother the way she should be treated.

****All puns are clearly incidental as I’m not witty enough to think them up on purpose.***