Chelan Harkin: The Feminine Is Here

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The Feminine Is Here

 

The Feminine is here

to crack open your body,

women AND men

and finally release the poison

of every ancient uncleaned wound.

The Feminine is here

to crack open your old ideologies

and shoot new life through you

like a seed

hard and closed for so many years

and suddenly kissed into transformation

by the great destruction

of light

The Feminine is here to pull you

from the measured, surveyed land

at the edge

of the wild forest

of your dreams

and finally toss you

into the mapless territory

of your heart

The Feminine is here

to lay your impressive

certificates of learning

at the feet of inner knowing

to pluck you from the discipleship

of an outward master

and lay you at the altar

of truth

that has been waiting latent

so eager to erupt

from your soul

The Feminine is here

to remind you that God

can live in the earth, in the hips

in the deepest shadows.

That she is planted

like a wild rose

in the darkest

furrows

of your pain,

to reteach you

to mother your frailties

rather than dominate them,

bring the wound from exile

into embrace.

The Feminine is here to bring you home

just as you are now

to undo conditions

around enoughness

to undo every patriarchal corset

cinched around your voice and spirit

and return you to the full belly

of your sacred breath.

The Feminine is here to reunite

tenderness with power

to help you source this

from the great hidden sea within

for you to feel the intimacy of God

pulsing her embodied song

through the rivers of your blood

and back to the holy ocean

of your heart.

The Feminine is here to tell us

in no uncertain terms

we are carrying new wisdom,

a gestation of God

in the womb of our consciousness

and a great, never before seen beauty

is soon due

to be born.

— Chelan Harkin

From Let Us Dance! The Stumble and 

the Whirl With the Beloved 

MICHAEL MOORE: A TSUNAMI OF WOMEN.

Photo by: Mark Wilson/Getty Images

Yes Donald, WE DO CONTROL THE WEATHER!

By Michael Moore

 Nov 05, 2024

Take a look out the window — It’s raining women!

As we have been forecasting since June 24, 2022, the day the Trump Supreme Court officially ordered the majority gender — Women — to be herewith deemed second-class citizens, with no control of their reproductive organs and declaring they will be forced into nine-month pregnancies should they unintentionally fertilize one of their eggs. That decision killed the 49-year-old Roe v Wade ruling which had made abortion legal — and has already literally killed numerous women with complicated pregnancies that no doctor, no hospital wanted to touch. So they died.

Beginning that night in 2022, our group, The Liberal Socialist Vermin Enemy from Within, began concocting a once-in-a-lifetime tsunami, fueled by a scientific formula of estrogen-on-fire and billions of Double-X chromosomes that would quickly multiply, beginning in, of all places, Kansas, then moving on to Kentucky, Ohio, Montana, and other Red states where women and their male enablers rose up to crush the anti-women’s movement and the pedophile protection patriarchy known as the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops. In every single vote taken across the country since the Dobbs decision, the people and their representatives have 100% backed the reproductive rights of women. Why has there been any question as to what this Election Day was going to look like? We said it on June 24, 2022. We said it when Republicans (a now dead Party — G.O.P.-R.I.P.) all lined up behind Trump and made him their candidate for the third time. And we’ve known it ever since Nancy Pelosi, George Clooney and a cadre of us lesser-knowns gently but forcefully told Joe Biden he had to step aside (I asked he resign so that Kamala Harris could have a clean break and run her own Presidency). So beginning on July 21, 108 days ago, even Trump knew his goose was probably cooked. He publicly pleaded with Biden to re-enter the race knowing that, having kicked the women of America in the head, rubbing their 170 million faces in the toxic waste of the misogyny that spewed from his mouth, even his pea-sized brain knew he couldn’t win. He tried to convince himself that white women would show up again for him, but it’s one thing to brag to Billy Bush about grabbing them by their genitalia. It’s a whole ‘nother thing to say he’s gonna have his government literally reach inside and have the police handcuff their fallopian tubes and force them to have a baby they weren't planning to have. And on that sick idea, white women bailed in droves. No thank you, we don’t want you, of all people, to be our protector. We will protect ourselves with a ballot box that we’re going to whack you over the head with. 

Trump, in his final days of “campaigning,” has sought to turn out millions of dude-bros with the most vile attacks on women, and attacks on liberal men being the real enemy. He wants the rednecks to kill us and kill the fake media, too. This strategy is meant to replace all the female votes he’s lost with the votes men. But men don’t vote in as large of numbers as women. They don’t belong to political groups. They don’t read as many books as women do. There’s a lack of curiosity about the world and why it is the way it is. We already know why. FOX News told us why! My father told me why. Doug at the bar explained it all to me. And remember — change your oil every 7,500 miles. 

So, Donald, if you’re reading this, that’s why there’s so many women packing the polls today. It’s a tsunami. We arranged it. Don’t ever mess with us again — we the commies, the Gays, the Jews, all those complaining women plus Al Roker, Taylor Swift, Colin Kaepernick, Lizzo, Stephen Colbert and 27 others — we are the cabal who controls the weather and we’re not sorry we’ve wrecked your day. 

Please go here for the original article: https://www.michaelmoore.com/p/a-tsunami-of-women

STUNNING! ― Chelan Harkin: Dear America

Tears. Stunning and beautiful and wise! My heart is so deeply touched. Deepest thanks and gratitude and love to Chelan. And deepest prayers for us all that what is in the highest good will prevail. 🙏💗 Molly

To watch the stunning video of Dear America, please go here:

https://fb.watch/vGd49kfiLm/

Dear America,

In this time of tremendous change

Where we are invited to bend instead of break, Respond instead of react,

Create instead of collapse,

Let us deepen our pledge.

Rise with me,

Put your hand on your heart

And together let us say,

I pledge allegiance

That our mother tongue is kinship

And our dialect is decency

I pledge allegiance

To a goodness that has no polarity

And a light that knows no opposite

May we pledge allegiance

To no longer hemming our light

Or corseting our power

I pledge allegiance

To the breaking of every glass ceiling

That once held possibility inside

I pledge

To crown Thy good

With sister and brotherhood

From sea to shining sea.

America, let us pledge allegiance

To writing new stories of kinship,

Of gentleness and power coexisting,

About the great courage

It takes to love

Let us pledge our commitment

To the grand journey

Of entering the bravest

Frontier yet—

Of finally opening our hearts

To each other

May we pledge to be free

From the limiting chains of cross-party

Antagonism—

We don’t have time to waste our valuable

Resources on this,

We have a glorious future to create.

May we pledge to remember we have choice

About where to point our tremendous power

May we pledge

To sign the treaty that returns all people

To the native land of their rightful dignity.

May we pledge to remember our praise

For our nation’s great rivers and forests

And mountains and to be their caretakers

May we pledge

To be a beneficial influence

As our short lives walk this soft earth.

May we pledge to remember

We are all working arduously, nobly, fumblingly

And with heroic resilience to rise and rise again,

To come closer to the best of ourselves

May we pledge to remember

That anything that hopes

To attain greatness

Is always rooted in love.

May we pledge that before we pull

From the arsenal of divisive ideas

And before opinions line up like cavalry

To ask if there is a way beyond war

May we pledge to not having to know everything

And to commit to participating in a nation

Open to learning and relearning together

May we pledge allegiance to our true freedom,

Freedom to break old chains of superiority

And sing the anthem of the land of the truly free That is one

Of unity in diversity—

A unity that rather than be threatened

By its diversity,

Knows it is stronger

And healthier for it.

Let us pledge

To stand together in knowing

We can re-write

Ancient, ignorant stories

That made us violent beasts

Instead of soaring eagles

Let us pledge our devotion

To the true land of the free,

To the borderless birthplace

Deep in our chest

Where beauty again and again

Takes her first breathe.

America no matter how far we are

From where we are aiming to go

Why not pledge to look at it differently,

Why not say,

“I am light, building a kingdom of myself.”

America, let us pledge

To put our hearts together

And consider:

How beautiful

Dare we make

This world?

Chelan Harkin, author of The Prophetess, The Return of The Prophet from The Voice of The Divine Feminine. 

Dear Donald — A Dear John Letter to Donald John Trump from Michael Moore

Tears. Laughter. Grief. Hope. This was intense. And brilliant. And tragically true. Deep bow, as always, to Michael Moore. And with hope and prayers that the highest good for us all will indeed prevail. 🙏🙏 Molly

Michael Moore

Nov 04, 2024

Dear Donald, 

How are you? Are you doing okay? You don’t seem to be doing okay. I’m worried about you. The other day you pretended to perform oral sex on a microphone. The week before that, you were talking about Arnold Palmer’s penis. Then the rest of the time, you’re just standing around swaying to Ave Maria, a sacred hymn that God so-structured so that should anyone attempt to dance to it, they would find themselves in the ninth circle of hell. Everyone is making fun of you, Donald. Everyone. But not me. I just think it’s sad.

It seems like you are getting ready to try to steal another election, Donald. That’s sad, too. You know that, right? It’s pathetic. It makes you look pathetic. Are you pathetic, Donald? 

Are you that BIG A LOSER? Are you the biggest loser, Donald? I talked to all the historians at the Wharton School and at MIT and they’ve never seen anything like it. No one has ever tried to steal three elections in a row. At least George W. Bush was able to actually win one. 

Donald, are you a bigger loser than George W. Bush?

You lost your first election by three million votes. Americans don’t like you, Donald. 

Then you lost your second election by 10 million votes. You always say you got more votes than any sitting president ever, and yet… you still lost by 10 million votes. That’s how much people don’t like you.

Donald, you can do math can’t you? In 2020, seven million people liked Joe Biden more than you! Another 3 million, given the choice between Biden and You, chose ANYONE ELSE. That’s 84 million Americans, Donald, who voted against you. 84 Million! No sitting President has ever had that many people vote against him, Donald. No one.

Just you. 

Let me put it another way for you, Don. In 2016, there were 65 million people who voted against you. Four years later, it was 84 million people! That’s 19 million more people the second time! They weren’t illegal, Donald. They weren’t “made up” votes. It wasn’t “voter fraud.” It was non-voters! They saw what you did for 4 years in the White House and they said to themselves, “Fuck this guy!” And they stopped being non-voters. And they voted AGAINST you. That’s what happened. 

And now you’ve spent the past four years complaining about how the media doesn’t like you, how the “elite” don’t like you, how the Gays and the Lesbians and the Blacks and Latinos and the Women and the Muslims and the Immigrant Families and Taylor Swift and All Her Swifties and the Kids on College Campuses and all the Autoworkers and all the Union Members and the Teachers and the College Educated White Guys and Eminem and Beyonce and Julia Roberts and Lebron James and Jon Bon Jovi and Stevie Nicks and Neil Young and, Jesus Christ Donald, you even say that all the Military Generals don’t like you and all your former Chiefs of Staff don’t like you and all your former Secretaries of Defense don’t like you and your Secretaries of State and your Secretaries of the Deep State and all the people in the Deep State (which is, like, a lot of people, dude!) and how even a war criminal like Dick Cheney (who was already included in the previous group) doesn’t like you and how none of them like you and neither does your Vice President who you tried to have killed. 

Donald, lay off the amphetamines for a minute. Or do another bump. Whatever you need to do to think straight for just 45 seconds. And then read that paragraph again, my man. Because if you are right and all those people DON’T LIKE YOU, then how exactly are you going to win this election? Or any election? Maybe this is why you, so far, have never won an election. 

And now you’re gonna whine and complain all over again? Throw another fit, pound your baby hands against the baby gates they set up at your Mar-a-Lago (“from the Lake to the Sea”) Florida compound to keep you from falling down the stairs in the middle of the night when you go looking for the phone they don’t let you hold onto so you can’t tweet some more bullshit at 4am? You’re going to threaten to overthrow the government again? You and what army, Donald? Your militia of cranked-out weirdos who aren’t even sure gravity is real, but who are convinced that Sandy Hook was a fake, Covid was a fake, Women Being Equal Citizens is a fake, everyone who ever died was a fake, the Holocaust was a fake, and that the only thing that’s real is the “realDonaldTrump”? Gimme a break, man. Get a hold of yourself, dude. You’ve surrounded yourself with morons and “Yes-Men” who call everyone else “Snowflakes” despite the fact that each and every one of them is deathly afraid of fucking rainbows. 

Biggest threat to America? Rainbows and childless cat ladies and people who dress up in furry outfits and God-fearing families moving through a desert at night in search of a promised land or an empty manger. 

Donald - that’s who you and your friends are afraid of? Seriously? A furry? A rainbow? 169,000,000 women who deserve the right to control their own bodies? Jim Acosta? That’s your enemy? 

That’s who you think is stealing this election? 

So you’ve got your army of dimwit lawyers fanned out across these United States – or “this American carnage” as you were so beautifully told to say – and they’ve spent the last four years cooking up some dipshit plan with convicted criminals Steve Bannon and Roger Stone, and the brains of your operation, Cleta Mitchell and Corey Lewandowski and Laura Loomer and Chris LaCivita and Sidney Powell and Rudy Giuliani (seriously Donald, these are your brains? This is how smart you are? That’s the best you could do? Do you not see how sad this is?) to purge legitimate voters from the voting rolls in Georgia and Pennsylvania and Arizona and Virginia and anywhere where you have an election board full of “commissioners” who see a rainbow in the sky and fire a shotgun at it. 

And your end goal is even dumber, even more pathetic. Donald, I’m pleading with you. Not for the sake of America or even for the sake of your own self interest. But for our children. For your grandchildren. You look like a buffoon. I say this with love. I know our personal relationship has had its ups and downs. When we were on Roseanne’s talk show in the late 90s, you told me how much you enjoyed Roger & Me. And then you asked me not to make a movie about you. Twenty years later, when I did make a movie, in part, about you, you called me “Sloppy Mike” and claimed my sold-out Broadway show was “a total bomb.” 

I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. But I’m just telling you the truth. Sometimes the truth hurts, Donald. 

When you lose this election, and you will, don’t “declare victory” before the polls close. Don’t claim you’ve "won" when only 23% of the vote has been counted. Don’t lie to the American people again, Donald. 

And don’t lie to yourself again. 

I’m sorry it’s come to this. I’m sorry this is what you’ve become (or who you’ve always been). You’ve probably heard the saying, “You Can’t Win ‘Em All.” 

Well, Donald, after three broken marriages, countless affairs, at least two dozen accusations of sexual “misconduct,” six bankruptcies, 91 criminal indictments, 34 guilty verdicts (so far), untold civil decisions against you and hush money payouts, and soon to be THREE failed attempts to win America’s vote for President… maybe the saying for you to remember is this: 

You Can’t Win Any of ‘Em.

It’s been nice knowing you. And now, you can leave.

I’m showing you the door, Donald. I don’t know if you can figure out how to open it, but I promise you: There are tens upon tens upon tens of millions of us who will open it for you.

Goodbye, Donald. Goodbye. 

Most sincerely,

Michael Moore, on behalf of the vast, vast, vast majority of the American People.

P.S. — Donald, I think you’re going to have some time on your hands in the next couple days. Or maybe while you’re watching this tsunami of votes coming in against you. Turn off the news, Don. Microwave a bag of popcorn, and watch my film FAHRENHEIT 11/9 right now on YouTube for FREE. Over 400,000 people have watched it since I posted it on Friday. And it won’t cost you a dime, Donald. Which is good, because I think your lawyers’ fees are due. You’re not the star, more like a supporting actor in your own life, but I think you’ll really like it, because you’ll get to see pictures of yourself.

Photo by: Chip Somodevilla/Getty Images

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Please go here for the original article: https://www.michaelmoore.com/p/dear-donald-a-dear-john-letter-to