My Life: Believe it or Not
Theresa May
Theresa May called for snap elections in April of 2017. She thought she had succeeded in totally discrediting Jeremy Corbyn and would now finally pulverize the free world into submission to the one true Queen. As Queen she promised her subjects to bring back what truly mattered in life: fox hunting.
I was really sick at that time because as usual I didn’t know what to eat (with a rising kundalini) and was living with a man who (intentionally or unintentionally) filled the house with junk food. Not only did he fill the house with junk food, but he would also signal me to eat it. The game was always — can she resist it?
My son, Basho, had a leaky gut. He had lost a lot of weight, was doing poorly in school, still did not know how to read, was discriminated every day by the fascist school system (for also having a rising kundalini). None the less, his father would cook pasta made of wheat topped with tomato sauce and Parmigiano cheese (knowing that this was poison for him). If it wasn’t pasta, it was potatoes and carrots with coconut milk.
My lungs were feeling heavy with water, they grew beyond my rib cage and ached. Still, the light of my soul was not completely out. Did I read or hear about May’s plan to shut down the National Health Service? I knew something was up.
I then read about poverty increasing every day in the UK. I was going to find a way to support Corbyn and the British people. He was not an anti-semite as May and her entourage accused him of, he was not without a backbone, he was not a man without vision. He was quite the opposite. Speaking with conviction in addition to supporting diverse voices in British politics was no easy task.
Jeremy Corbyn was a powerhouse of goodwill with an uncanny ability to organize. The fact was and still remains — Jeremy Corbyn is an intellectual with an incredible capacity to change the spiraling downward trajectory of the British economy. But he had some dangerous hyenas standing in his way, they were members of his own party and people outside of his party.
Just look at this photo. ‘At a time when Thatcher was calling Nelson Mandela a terrorist and a young David Cameron was living it up on all expenses paid tours around apartheid South Africa, Jeremy Corbyn was being roughed up and arrested for blockading the South African embassy in London.’
I decided that I would heal myself to the best of my ability. I knew that I shouldn’t eat bread, oatmeal, those cookies with chocolate in between. I knew that I should take chlorella tablets, spirulina, and eat loads of vegetables. My problem was that I didn’t know that I should avoid certain vegetables and that rice was a dangerous source of protein that caused full-body inflammation (lectins). When I prayed I used AR Rahman’s song, Dost (“Friend”) to send healing atomic energy to my lungs and that of my sons’. We were getting better.
I then did some research on the Tories. I learned quickly that they planned to sell off the equipment owned by the NHS and then privatize it, depriving British citizens of a world exemplary system of universal health care.
I learned that about 1/3rd (30%) of British children were living in poverty. I learned that Tories led cuts to social services including the police force and fire brigades. Personally, I had already seen the poverty of British artists when I met producers from the UK at the Cannes Film Festival in 2013.
I then began to use Social Media, music and yoga (the energy of black holes, eclipses, the sun, the moon, Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars) to spread just the facts. I also used memes — that was fun.
I knew the odds were against us. The British public literally had an inflammatory diet, rigged by the ruling elite, to prevent thought and action.
My job was to put out the vibration of love and see if anyone resonated with it. As we approached the election date, I began to do yoga while listening to Bjork’s All is full of love.
People say in the UK that if it rains, the conservatives win and if it is sunny, the liberals win. It was clearing up. I continued to do yoga and send mandalas of energy, requests for the cosmic forces to support Jeremy Corbyn. My heart went out to non-humans and shared with them the pain of the homeless, poverty-stricken human beings. I vibrated stories about teachers in the UK who had to depend on the Food Bank to stay alive.
Hafiz has a poem, Imagination Does Not Exist (translated by Daniel Ladinsky), in which God speaks to his wayfarers:
I will be giving birth to suns.
I will be holding forests upside down
Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows
Into my lap.
What you conceive as imagination
Does not exist for me.
Whatever you can do in a dream
Or on your mind-canvas
My hands can pull — alive — from my coat pocket.
I always kept that in my mind as I sent out my prayers across spacetime. I prayed that the poor should have representation for their needs and if Jeremy Corbyn was sincere in his love for the British people, the forces of life would support him. I did yoga all day and all night but some time after 24 hours I got exhausted and fell asleep. I should not have fallen asleep because from my understanding people are still voting even as the last votes are being counted (everything is happening at the same time, the past and present are one).
What were the results of that election? Theresa May (forcefully) held onto her position. I had fallen asleep, could no longer send out vibrations of hope, meanwhile, my life force (my root chakra) was still in the clutches of the dark forces that she (knowingly or unknowingly) belongs to.
What the results of that experiment showed me was that people were inherently empathetic but that vibrations from the dark forces keep them apathetic, unable to make decisions that support their own health and the well-being of their country. The corrupt food system keeps people from being able to see and make decisions as their bodies fight inflammation on a regular basis.
Since then, life has become more difficult and complicated for me. Whenever I try to pray for the public in the UK and Jeremy Corbyn, I face huge blocks. The good news is that I am getting stronger, honey!
