A PORTAL INTO A HIGHER TIMELINE

I love you dearly, my friends. I honor your right to have your unique experience and to follow what is best for you.

And at the same time, let me make something absolutely crystal clear: Blaming, judging, and attacking Donald Trump, for ANY reason, as a habitual, compulsive, daily reaction to his madness, guarantees that he’ll be re-elected. 100%.

The more deeply you spew your ire upon him, the more deeply his dark magick sinks its claws into you, and the more his false power is amplified and propagated.

The more strongly you react to his presence in your life, the stronger his influence over your wellbeing, and the wellbeing of those you love, becomes.

The temporary comfort of projecting your shadow onto him so that you don’t have to contend with its ferocity is NOT the same thing as healthy emotional release. It’s a band-aid over a gaping wound of separation and psychic division. To make him your mortal enemy is to poison yourself over and over again, hoping that he’ll get sick. It’s not gonna happen. You’re just gonna end up poisoned.

If you find yourself thinking about him round the clock, going over and over in your head what you think is wrong about him, then you are firmly, fully, completely in his clutches, like a helpless infant in the arms of a madman.

This is not about morality. It’s never been about morality. He’s not playing a morality game. He’s playing an energy game. And every moment you try to correct him on moral grounds, you’re losing the game. He doesn’t care about morality, and if you try to pick him apart on those terms, you’re losing the energy game.

What if Donald Trump was precisely, exactly, and completely what you need him to be? What if you’re so addicted to him being the Devil that he has no choice but to be that for you? Have you considered that every character in your reality that you say has power over your wellbeing, in that moment, has power over your wellbeing?

You are a co-creator of this life movie, not a passive victim. Donald Trump is whoever you say he is. He is exactly who I say he is. And I say that he is the divine catalyst of transformation that humanity needs to experience at this time to come fully out of repression and denial of our own shadows, personal and collective alike. This representation of him, which is entirely in my free will choice to create, creates absolutely zero suffering for myself and others, and empowers me to be the most joyful, loving, compassionate, and radiant version of myself for the benefit of all beings who I am in relationship to. Can you say that about your representation of him? What is stopping you from adopting a representation of him that feels holistically good to you, not because he hasn’t done some terrible things, but because you deserve to feel holistically good within yourself regardless of the actions of others?

In other words: How has Donald Trump revealed to you how unkind you are to yourself and others when you are experiencing things you don’t like? I do not have any attachment or expectation that these words will change your mind about the man. He is not a hero or a villain to me, he is a blank canvas upon which I can paint any meaning I wish. I am inviting you to try out that perspective and see what happens, if you are tired of fighting with his insanity at every turn. These words are providing a portal into a higher timeline, an invitation into a version of reality where you aren’t constantly inundated and preoccupied with the actions of a character that you have ZERO control over anyway.

You are welcome to jump through this portal any time you wish. It will remain on my page, if you wish to return to it at a later date. The version of reality that it reveals is waiting for you with open arms. Or, you can choose to be shackled to the timeline where every thing the man does controls how you treat yourself and others, and ensures that he’ll be re-elected until humanity gets the message.

The choice is entirely your’s. I cannot make it for you. I can only invite you to explore your options.

Wyn Evans