Let in the Love Mr. Trump.
Dear Mr. Trump,
What happened to you that you would willfully bring about the end of the world? We’re you harmed as a child? Did someone violate you so deeply that you can’t even remember you were harmed? Did your father hate you? Did your mother leave you to cry until you collapsed?
I know some of what this is like. I am the daughter of a white man who told me many times that I was stupid, who did not trust me, and in the end never said goodbye.
I know how it feels to walk around feeling like an empty shell because there is no one there to remind you of your innate value as a child of the earth. But I was lucky, I have also known great love and compassion from my mother, my sisters, my partner, my child, my friends, my community, and from Mother Earth.
I know what it is like to cry to the point of retching as I let go of my anger, grief and shame. I know what it is like to be witnessed and cared for by loving people who do not judge.
I know what it is like to receive the miraculous gifts of the earth, given freely, in exchange for my willingness to plant seeds, to water them, and sweat beside them under the baking sun. Or to take in the breathtaking beauty of the land and sky with no price tag on it.
In fact, my emptiness has been filled by the very earth itself, and this is wealth that can never be bought or sold. I want you to know this kind of wealth too. For if you did, you would stop hating and could perhaps become a leader who helped heal the world.
Mr. Trump, we can tell that you are scared. We are all scared. We always have been. Life on earth is a dance in the unknown. There are no tweets that can change that profound truth, no amount of guns or things, or T.V. shows can change the channel on the core reality of our existence here on this planet. We are living on a thin crust of earth on an immense ball filled with molten rock spinning through space around a sun. We are here because we have a fragile biosphere full of gases that are affected by everything we do. Especially what we do to our trees. Trees and plants and animals keep us alive.
There it is.
There are sadly many men and women along side of you who believe in the fantasy of endless supply, and endless destruction, endless riches, and endless pleasure. That believe that people with dark skin don’t feel pain. That stealing, murdering, raping, enslaving and hating are all part of God’s plan. Twisted fantasies that serve the purpose of alleviating the terror they feel inside because someone harmed them, hated them, and left them alone in the unknown. All of us understand why at times it is easier to reach for the junk food, the caffeine, the alcohol, the pot, the sex, the internet, the gun, than to reach for another person and ask for help in being with the deep down agonizing terror of the unknown. But I can assure you that reaching out brings about the greatest riches. To be seen and connected to others and to share love transforms the terror into joy, laughter and contentment.
Oh dear Donald, you desperately need help. We all do. The irony is no amount of money will stop our terror. It is up to us to allow love in. Only loving kindness to ourselves and others and a deep responsive listening to Mother Earth’s natural laws can bring peace to the terror of the unknown.
Mr. Trump we are at the tipping point of certain extinction. You sir and your supporters are way out on that tipping point wobbling more precariously than anyone else, as you let go of your moral tether; betraying love, mocking kindness, and defiling the sacred ground of our Mother Earth.
But you are fortunately not really alone, there is a unified field of love that is shared by most of the population of the Earth and we are rising up and sharing this love. We are responding to the laws of Mother Earth, and are trying to help her regain balance. May you feel this love and respect, even if only in your dreams. We are with you. You are not alone. We are together, as we spin at great speed through space, held by mysterious gravity, and breathing in the grace of trees.