America's Broken Heart

And Ours

“Everything has a crack in it – that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen

This week America’s heart cracked wide open. An anxious world felt the shock waves.

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And our own hearts broke apart when we suddenly were faced with the ugly truth that revealed itself in the election results: We are not who we thought we were. We’re worse. A whole lot worse.

It’s a time to grieve what was lost (not just an election, but the loss of the different kind of future we could have chosen instead, but didn’t) for our country, the most vulnerable among us, and for what that means for a world that needed our leadership and our partnership – and will now get so much worse from us.

Our hearts mourn for not only the losses but for the pain we know is coming. The other side told us exactly what it intends. And now there are hardly any guard rails to stop them.

I started to list the ways that the future could screw us under a new DJT Presidency, but thought better of it. Others are talking about it, and you can find out what the new administration plans in Agenda47 and Project 2025. It will scare the bejeezus out of you. Because they mean it. And now nothing will stop them (or so they believe.)

I’m not a politician. That’s not my work in this world. I’m a Soul Mechanic. I show people what they need to know to master themselves and stay attuned to what their soul’s reason for being here is.

If America was a person (which it isn’t, but some people seem to treat it like it is) there would be things I could do to help. But she didn’t ask me. Her people betrayed her.

And now – unless those who wanted a different future (than the one that seems to be unfolding) figure out a way to do that personal and collective healing work – she may die.

We have to face the possibility that that will happen. In many ways, the America we thought we knew – the bright shining hope of the world – is already dead.

Who killed her? Russia? American oligarchs? Certainly they had a hand in it. But the awful truth is: we all did. And for this, the grief cannot be measured.

We need time to process what has happened, to feel our feelings, and to make what sense we can of this election where everything changed.

And after that, what do we do with our broken hearts?

We heal them. With lots and lots and lots of love.

And here’s the thing about Love. You can’t kill it. It just keeps coming back to find you. Even when you’re broken.

I am convinced that the vast majority of people who voted to elect Trump in 2024 were doing so because of a dream they hold: a better life. They have been brainwashed to believe that his vision will deliver that to them.

And when they discover – as we all will – that it was all gaslighting and fantasies all along, their hearts too will break, as ours are.

Let us hold space and compassion for everyone who is suffering now – and who will suffer in the future – because of the evil and darkness that has fallen upon us. And include ourselves in that circle, because it IS a circle. Even though we don’t all like each other, we are all in this together, like it or not.

The assignment now is to go forward WITH our broken hearts, allowing Light to fill the space and show us where Love is – inside us and around us all.

Let us be brave enough to see it and let it heal us. Let us be wise enough to recognize what real Love is – and what it is not.

And by this I DO NOT mean to acquiesce to brutal, evil actions by anyone who intends harm. I do not mean or intend to bow down to anyone who wants to destroy.

What I mean and intend is to find the path where Love leads us through, no matter how hard that is. No matter what ugliness we have to face. Let the broken places bring us the wisdom and courage it will take, to lead us away from evil and into the unbroken heart of Love.

I speak as a survivor of poverty, childhood abuse, incest, addictions, chronic illness, and betrayal. I know what survival is about. I know what healing is about.

I hate that we’re doing this again. I hate that I was wrong about the election results. (I was SOOOOO sure we were better than this.) I hate that there are people in the world who want to control women, dispose of people they don’t like, and who want to rape the planet of every resource it has, for their own gain. I hate the injustice of racism, sexism, and every other kind of ism there is.

But you know what I do love? I love the fact that this time, I know I am not alone. I know there is a living, breathing pulse of Light and goodness inside so many others. I know how many other survivors and allies are here. I know that we will find each other. I know that we will Find. A. Way.

What I don’t know is how this will happen.

But you know what? I don’t have to know that.

All I need to know is that Love heals broken hearts. I know it will heal ours. And if there is an America on the other side of this, it will heal her too – or whatever she has become by then.

From my broken heart to yours – I wish you peace. I wish you the kindness of protected spaces of beauty so sweet it makes you weep. I wish you the tender touch of a beloved soul (whether it comes in human or animal form.) I wish you the grace to surrender to a sacred field of Divine Wonder.

May these and all other mysteries find us and heal us now and into the brave and bracing future that is upon our shoulders.

Today we mourn.

The day after that, we heal. And we keep healing until the light that fills our broken places shows us all the paths that lead to Love.

And then we rise to greet a future made whole by what we have endured, and by where the power of Love has led us.

Listen to the wisest among us. They will speak in quiet but clear voices. Be ready to listen, once you have taken refuge in your own broken spaces and know that this is what was required to let that much Light inside.