While George Orwell wished this metaphor to have gone the way of the dodo, I find it an appropriate expression given all that has happened since the election results on November 8th declared Donald Trump king. Protests are flaring up in cities, mostly in the U.S., but also here in Canada where people are genuinely shocked that Hilary Clinton lost to the ‘Apprentice’. People who feel this election should have ended differently are now challenged to raise their voices and not their fists. It is a good thing to have a voice, to protest injustice and all round unhappiness with the way things are. It’s how things change and is the basis for all rebellions but is certainly not an inevitable outcome for our unrest. We, of course, will repeat our cycles over and over again until we finally get it. The cycles teach us that we have power, but more often than not we end up abusing it and hurting each other.
Some negative people I’ve met truly want another World War, another French Revolution, another Louis Riel Rebellion. We have enough recent history that we could learn our lessons and construct a reality far different from the one we have known. We have been unplugged from the Matrix and now we can choose whether we want to go back. Like Grist, we are a grain that cannot be made into anything new until we have the grinding force of an immense stone bearing down on us. The hope is that we can, in fact, be transformed by this latest election, be awakened to our human potential and our connectedness. Imagine if we did that…..maybe politicians would be obsolete.