Shark Tank

 

Back in 2020 I offered an Animal Tarot card reading on the post election energies. To my dismay, Shark came up as the final outcome card. Not knowing what time-frame my reading was encompassing, I have waited and watched. I think perhaps the time is now. 

The message of Shark is that it is death and destruction, but it is not personal. A shark has no personal connection. It just sees prey, food, and is ultimately equipped to eat it, ravenously. It never looks at you when it does. Its lack-life eyes roll back in its head so it can devour you without ever seeing you. 

The antidote to Shark, the Destroyer, in the message, was to stay out of its path. Shark will destroy everything in its path with no thought or care. Just beware and watch out for it.The deal is to stay out of its way.

Once again, Shark has swum into our home waters. This poem came through and I offer it here as the vision appeared as I was writing it:

The Shark Tank

 

It’s a feeding frenzy on the American Economy.

Watch as the sharks circle waiting to close in on Washington

The gleam in their emotionless eyes

Is the reflection of their supporters’ surprise

As they find themselves the prize

Meal on the table

 

The crumbs of our meager fortunes

Are their meat and bones

To be crunched and imbibed

Benefits and freedoms denied

As we cough up our innards and strive to survive

 

The sharks are circling in glutenous greed

The vampire’s meal, with jubilation, to feed

On America’s flesh and blood, sweetened with sweat.

We are the entrée – the scent of our death drives them mad

 

We squeeze up all we have into the giant never satisfied maw

Delighting the deceivers who lured us

Into the shallows of thoughtlessness

Tempting us with more

When we are it – all they were hoping for.

HOPE

The dust is settling

The political fires are over

Some lost hope

Some are rolling in clover….

Another election has gone by, and I have post-election thoughts to share. I have resurrected my Google blog as this is where I feel comfortable posting about things of politics, beliefs, and hope.

Right now, 51% of our country is rolling in hope and joy. They have felt dis-inherited from their own country and have threatened violence in their deep angers and bitterness. Now they have their hero coming into place. Their hopes are high.

Forty-eight percent of the country is in despair, holding their breath, making contingency plans and hunkering down for a long - hopefully only 4 - years.

There is hope for all.

Now is the time for all of us - the 51 and the 48 - to come together to hold our newly elected leader accountable for his words both vague and clear, unpromised or dimly promised promises, and his actions. Fifty-one percent are expectant. Let them be fulfilled and joyous – may their times of hoped-for prosperity come to fruition. May inflation go down, wars end, small farmers flourish, and the rural working people prosper. May they receive the more affordable living they hope for, may they receive good health care for their daughters and themselves, be able to care for their elders, earn good wages and enjoy happy retirement. May they live in freedom and may the values of family living and integrity be preserved. May they feel safe and heard and may America be regarded as a great and good influence upon the world. May the national debt go down and our economy thrive.

And may the 48 percent be present to highlight these expected accomplishments, or the lack of them.

What can we, the disappointed, do?

Now is the time to watch, observe and comment. As things fail to live up to our countrymates expectations, we must be the patient and kind vocal commentators that help to keep the dreams alive. When the economy gets worse instead of better, when our allies do not view us as friends and our supporters are those who oppress, we need to raise a voice of comment to our 51 percent family and friends, calmly and lovingly pointing out where words, actions and results do not match or produce the desired and expected effects.

When their and our daughters suffer and die from preventable reproductive issues and the infant and maternal mortality rates rise as they have been, we need to talk about it. When costs are higher, not lower, when tax breaks and sweet favors flow to the very rich while the working people suffer, we need to talk about it with our families and friends. When health care becomes hard to get and does not cover what is needed, we need to talk about it – not accusingly, but commentatively. When small farmers see their lands and livelihood suffer and disappear, we need to talk about it. When internment camps and ethnic and gender group persecutions disrupt the flow of daily American life and when federal disaster response is a disaster, we need to talk about it. When prices rise due to tariffs, when higher education is unaffordable and public education puts our children behind the economic world curve, we need to converse around the supper table, in the grocery store, at the mall, in the parents’ meetings.

We are all in this together, 

for better or for worse. Let us ride the times with gentleness but with clarity and compassionate courage and speak, speak, speak in kindness with our neighbors.

These may not be the times we hoped for, but they will present the opportunities we need to bring our country’s people together. And that is the true source of hope.