November 9, 2024
Paula Alquist: This night will be a long night.
Brian Cameron: But it will end. It’s starting to clear. In the morning when the sun rises, sometimes it’s hard to believe there ever was a night. ~ Gaslight, 1944
When President Trump “lost” the 2020 election, it wasn’t a quick or tidy loss. And it stayed “lost” for four full years. This, despite previous assurances to the truther community that Trump could not lose, and any seeming loss would be quickly rectified.
After the election was called for Biden, we were treated to a never-ending supply of dangled carrots and enthusiastic predictions that rarely panned out. We were assured by those apparently in the know that Biden’s fraudulent “win” wouldn’t be allowed to stand.
Movies were made and books were published, showcasing how the election was stolen, and by whom. Court cases were filed. Many believed what alternative commentators told us, despite prediction deadlines that were missed with monotonous regularity.
Some disillusioned souls said we were nothing more than victims of a psy-op every bit as disheartening as those perpetrated by the dark controllers.
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Fast forward to 2024. One of the reasons I feel ten pounds lighter is that the weight of an unrecognized fear has been lifted. It had been embedded so deeply within the viscera of my emotional consciousness that it took several days to notice the absence.
I had been afraid that we were being gaslighted again—with the best intentions, no doubt, and possibly unwittingly. “Everyone” said Trump couldn’t lose in 2024, but I was leery of believing again what I fell for in 2020.
After the 2020 Trump “loss,” I paid attention to commentator characters such as Simon Parkes and many others. Despite using our much-vaunted discernment, many of us felt yanked willy-nilly by what commentators presented. Even being warned by skeptics (“It’s hopium”) couldn’t keep me from hoping.
This time, because of being singed by what seemed like a version of gaslighting after the 2020 election debacle, I held back from full-on belief that all would be well. It took most of the day after the election last week to settle into knowing that the assurances and predictions, this time, did pan out.
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If I’m looking for someone to blame for this perceived gaslighting, I need to look to two places. The highest, and the innermost.
“It’s all God.” If so, I was gaslit by God, Source, Universal Oneness, the benevolent Cosmic Trickster. God was gaslighting God.
The next blame-recipient is a bit harder to swallow. Since I’m the one who allowed myself to be misled, while many others kept skepticism to the fore, I might need to acknowledge I was just too naive. Although I thought I was discerning, allowing for possible outcomes other than what I gathered from my “sources,” I believed the post-2020 narrative that I wanted to.
Whatever the reasons commentators predicted outcomes that never occurred, and whyever I believed them, I reckon one truth will always stand. Good people aren’t trying to gaslight each other. Goodhearted commentators and channels embrace the highest good for humanity and Earth and all her inhabitants. I embrace the highest good for myself and for others.
Ram Dass summed it up well. We are all just walking each other home.
