The Lord of Darkness

About a week before America's date with destiny, I began to get the uneasy sense that Hillary Clinton
was not going to come through with the win "everybody" was expecting. Watching the dueling rallies
and listening to the speeches left me with the reluctant conclusion that Trump, in all his ugliness and contemptible disregard for truth, was beating Clinton at some visceral level at which she was incapable of doing combat. At the conclusion of one of her last rally speeches I sat back and yelled at the TV. She had to kick Trump in the balls....she had to get down and dirty...scratch his eyes out! Forget about the "We go high, when they go low" crap. But it was too late. I am not sure she and her handlers knew how to fight at Trump's gutter level. I'm not sure anyone knew. It was too late anyway...he had gotten away with his bullshit and demagoguery for over a year. His supporters were swept up into an unthinking lynch mob-like frenzy. They didn't care about going low...they relished the experience, they got a high from the the pep rally-like cry of "Lock her up!".

That night of Nov. 8th I had a dream...or maybe a nightmare. A dark and malevolent force, shapeless and threatening, was present around me. I remember grappling with it, yet not being able to touch it. It was pure spirit. It absorbed the light, like some black hole on earth. A rabbit and a white dove entered my awareness and both were struck down by the evil force of that darkness. I remember most the dove fluttering down, mortally stricken, to a muddy and trash filled gutter. I awoke in the middle of the morning and could not sleep for the rest of the night.

My sister dreamt that night she was running in terror from soldier-like men who were chasing her.

My other sister never went to sleep. She was devastated and filled with dread about the coming morning when she had to face her students, many of them sons and daughters of undocumented immigrants, and try to explain they had nothing to worry about, though she could not be sure of that at all. One came to her and, in tears, begged her to keep his parents safe.

One of our dear friends stayed in her bed for three days before she could come out into the world.



The Lord of Chaos was going to be President of the United States.