I Believe in Marianne Williamson

 

The Presidency is not merely an administrative office…It is preeminently a place of moral leadership.

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

 

Some time back, I blogged about Democratic Presidential Candidate Marianne Williamson. I expressed doubt in that post as to whether she would be a great President.

I am here today to say yes, she sure would.

Acclaimed author Marianne Williamson is exactly the right person to be President at this time in our nation’s history, and I’ll give you the reasons why:

She is inspirational. Marianne knows how to get an audience excited. I’ve seen her get a crowd cheering an excerpt from the Declaration of Independence. Her love for this country, its people and its ideals, is tangible and contagious. She is capable of the moral leadership FDR spoke of, which would be such a refreshing departure from the flagrant immorality and absence of leadership in the current administration.

She is smart.  Because Marianne has a background as a spiritual teacher, she is quickly dismissed as an intellectual lightweight, even some kind of spaced-out kook. (Apparently, one can’t be spiritual and intelligent at the same time.) The people who have so dismissed her have never heard her speak at length, or have bothered going to her website to read her position on 24 different issues, domestic and foreign, along with detailed plans for dealing with them all.

You won’t read these from any kook. She’s put a great deal of thought into how to make this country, and its people, better.

Marianne knows the trouble doesn’t just lie with our current President. He is merely the most visible symptom of a long festering illness in America. And while all the other candidates discuss treatments for the symptoms, Marianne is talking about curing the disease.

Also, one thing I notice when I watch her speak: I never see her using any notes, never see her using a TelePrompTer. She doesn’t need them. Marianne knows what she wants to say, and says it eloquently, all on her own.

She is experienced. No, she’s never held any political office, and we’ve seen firsthand what kind of trouble that can get us in. But here’s what one writer had to say regarding her qualifications:

“No one even acknowledges that in the last 5 years Williamson has paid for and put together national conferences called “Sister Giant” attracting thousands of people to further women in US politics, uniting Democrats and Republicans, or that she raised money and awareness for Bernie Sanders Campaign in 2016. Add to that her decades of civil rights activism, AIDS charity and volunteer work, charity fundraising and the thousands of people she’s inspired in speeches of faith in a better American future — ladies and gentlemen, she’s overqualified.”*

She is a visionary. Marianne knows the best way to ensure a prosperous future is to invest in today’s children. Make sure they’re properly fed, properly educated, protected, and allowed to reach their full potential, for in their minds exist the solutions for tomorrow’s challenges. She believes in this enough to want to create a U.S. Cabinet-level Department of Children and Youth.

She is a liberal, left-wing Democrat, which suits me just fine, but she listens to conservatives, wisely acknowledging neither side is always right. As she likes to say, “Nobody has a monopoly on truth.”

She believes in the power of love. And I don’t mean love for your sweetheart. I mean love for your children, for your country, for your planet, for anyone who is different from you, for truth, for justice, for equality, for peace. An active, tough, unshakable love. Like Marianne has.

She is NOT anti-science, anti-vaccine or anti-medication, despite repeated, malicious attempts to portray her as all three.

 

But, listen: don’t take my word for it.

Go to marianne2020 and see for yourself. Watch the videos. Read her blog. Study her positions on the issues. Just like you would any other Presidential candidate you’re considering. Then you can make up your own mind.

I have. I want Marianne Williamson to be my next President.

(Incidentally, this isn’t a paid endorsement. I’m not making a dime for anything I’ve said here, okay?)

In 2016, America got the President it deserved. Let’s get the one we need in 2020.

 

*CK Sanders
September 17, 2019
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Like it Was Yesterday

 

(Three years ago, I submitted this post in remembrance of the events of 9/11. Today, I offer it again, updated, on the 18th anniversary of the day that changed us forever. Never forget…)

 

Eighteen years ago…
The brilliant cerulean skies over Manhattan
Suddenly, shockingly were interrupted
By the smoke from a misguided burnt offering,
Offered by impassioned false prophets
To a Prophet they never really knew.

Eighteen years ago…
A throng of innocent, ordinary faces
Stared in utter horror and disbelief
At the face of death, approaching them swiftly
In the guise of a great, winged demon,
Its once perfectly resplendent skin
Now engulfed in the flames of Hell,
The air redolent of burning flesh and jet fuel.

And then – this time, before a captive audience – it happened again.

Eighteen years ago…
Desperate, hopeless, sorrowful voices
Left tearful, heartfelt goodbyes
On cold and sterile answering machines
For the ones they would leave behind
To play back again, and again, and again,
Frozen in their grief, their loneliness, their rage,
With merely a voice to hold through the long, sleepless night.

Eighteen years ago…
Knights in shining armor ascended,
Disappearing into the smoky blackness,
Staring down fear, resolute in their mission
To rescue those who were helpless,
Only to become helpless, themselves
As the once proud and mighty towers
Crumbled spectacularly to the ground,
And we witnessed the Baptism of Dust.

Eighteen years ago…
Another winged demon crashed into a Pentagon,
And still another into a pastoral Pennsylvanian field,
And we all shook our heads in shock and bewilderment and terror,
As we helplessly watched what we believed
To surely be the beginning of The End.

Eighteen years ago…
I saw grown men weeping openly:
Television news anchors, stoic and detached,
Now utterly flattened by the sheer relentlessness
Of report after stupefying report
And image upon horrible, graphic image;
Police and firefighters, hearts irreparably shattered
By the overwhelming number of fallen comrades
Who sacrificed everything in upholding
Their sworn, sacred duty;
Business executives who lost scores of dedicated employees,
Just ordinary people, going about their ordinary work,
Gone, all gone;
Office workers, pained with guilt
Over deciding not to go to work that day,
And resolved to earn every subsequent day of life given to them.

Eighteen years ago…
I heard “The Star-Spangled Banner”
Played, of all places,
In front of England’s Buckingham Palace
At the ceremonial Changing of the Guard,
In a remarkably touching display of sympathy and solidarity.
I heard Congressmen, gathered on the Capitol steps
Performing an impromptu, earnest and defiant rendition
Of “God Bless America”…

And I felt the embrace of the world.

Eighteen years ago…
So many other things happened that September day;
So many acts of courage, of strength,
Of sacrifice, of compassion.
Of Love.

And eighteen years later, I remember it all,
Just like…

 

 

A Month to Save a Life

 

September is National Suicide Prevention Month in America.

Two years ago this month, I wrote a series of posts on this topic, “A Ray of Light”, Parts 1-4. I invite you to read them if this is something that concerns you or someone you know. I shared information about the signs a person may be suicidal, what to do for someone who is, and who to contact for help.

This means something to me. I myself have had suicidal thoughts in the past, and came close to doing it once, and I lost an uncle to it many years ago.

It still registers as a national health crisis, as often as it occurs, and it’s getting worse. The statistics bear that out.

And I have to ask, why is that so? Where are we failing these people?

Is word not getting out that help is available? Is suicide still too uncomfortable a subject to mention in public?

Well, how comfortable are we with all these people killing themselves?

Folks, we have to talk about this more. We need to be perceptive around our friends and family. We need to not be ashamed to ask for help. We need to not hesitate to ask to help.

During this month that focuses on suicide, let’s all make it our focus. It’s extremely important. We’ve got to get a handle on this. Way too many precious lives are needlessly lost every year, every day. We can put an end to it.

Life can really suck sometimes, I know. But let’s all face it together. None of us has to alone. Please, reach out for help. Don’t give up.

 

I almost gave up 33 years ago. I’m glad it didn’t happen.

Wotta Night

 

One of my favorite blogs to read is called Stuff That Needs to Be Said, by John Pavlovitz. Much of the stuff he says does, I agree, need to be said.

And sometimes, it just needs to be said to me.

For example:

Last night, I had a terrible time trying to get to sleep because, as I lay in bed, I became overcome with a feeling of utter hopelessness over the future of America, if not the world. (It started as hopelessness over me, and quickly grew from there. That’s how my mind works.)

I just was overwhelmed with the feeling of what’s the use? Why even try to do any good in the world? We’re standing in front of a rising tidal wave of evil.

So today, I found this post by John Pavlovitz I recalled reading last April, called, “Here’s Why You Can’t Lose Hope.”

Really. That’s the title. I thought it would be a good time to read it again.

You see? Stuff that needed to be said to me.  Stuff I needed to hear. And I’ll probably need to hear it several more times.

If you think that stuff needs to be said to you, too, read it here

On second thought, forget the probably. I know I’ll need to hear it more times. Hope fades quickly these days; the fight is long and continuous and unrelenting.

But, so many have fought before us, we can’t erase their legacy by surrendering.

No matter how much sleep I may lose over it.

 

 

I will not!

When one of my fellow bloggers says something better than I could, it’s my pleasure to share it with you. My friend Larry Paul Brown says it this time.

QUEST

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.  But those that will not break it kills.  It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.  If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” ERNEST HEMINGWAY

broken heartedThe very good and the very gentle and the very brave – let’s focus on those words.  The world system seems to despise those who have a moral compass, those who are peacemakers, those who have the courage to march to a different drummer.  Governments, religions, and financial systems do not honor a man/woman who answers their demands with “no, I will not live that way.”

We are labeled ‘unpatriotic’ if we do not toe the current disgrace posing as a legitimate government.  When we kneel in obeisance to compassion and…

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