Letter to the Bluest County of the Nation

Softening the hardened hateful.

I watched the whole night, and dropped off to sleep at 2:45 just before Trump made his acceptance speech, me alone in my bedroom, the huge crowds of people together in warmer climes. I learned a couple of things. That Trump does not drink water, instead drinks almost solely coke. Sugar and Caffeine, and Spirit. I don’t dare try that regime, although it could give us an insight to his 20 hour work days, which I envy. I also was reaffirmed in my intuition.

For those of you just reading here, I am clairaudient. We all are, but I am because I used to compose music, and I would listen to it, and do my best to transcribe it from the ethers. My father was a composer, but would not support me to become a schooled one. I wrote some operas and some other styles, wrote to psalms. And had a chance to hear some work as I won some court cases pro se, which landed me some money.

As I undertook study of music theory and did my best to conform to existing norms, my music downgraded to boring, it bored me. By trying to keep the time signature and all the other ‘rules’ of music, my music became less interesting, less beauteous, and less harmonic. As a result, I left off composing, and while I could return now, I have other edicts to fulfill, regarding the transportation of our capacity to use money into a private realm where we cannot be indentured by the banking elite. As I have been writing all along.

In the aftermath of stopping my composing I stopped hearing the music I would transcribe, that would otherwise come to me in dreams or as I sat down, and my mind became silent, I did not play music in my home, I still don’t. Even though I love it and I should. I honed in on hearing the words of source wisdom, and at times it is very helpful. For example, the cats are outside at midnite and the wood are full of predators here in S VT, I live backed up to several hundred acres of woods, owls have in the past picked up one of my cats by the throat, twice. Luckily, that cat was too heavy for it to carry away, but it pulled the skin right away from his neck almost like removing a collar. It was hard to heal, had to tape his paws with ducts tape.

So I can hear, I ask of course, and then I hear. I hear that my dog or cat will be returned, or my small purse, a constant issue in this big house, my (office) desk on the third floor and the many places I could put it down. I hear for example: your purse is in the car. And then I make renewed search where I have already, and indeed find the little thing right there after pulling up some rug or something. I hear, Zanther (one of my cats) will be in within the hour, and yes, he is there. I hear, Chester will be along, he will meet you at the trail head, when he runs afar during our hikes, and indeed it is thus.

Everything I hear turns out to be so. In the days before the election, I heard Trump will win. I walked in the woods, and attempted to soothe my concerns because I had heard it. The election night nonetheless, I could not rest until it was confirmed and the waves of gratitude flowed and through me. Now we can begin to see the creative potential in amazing new ways.

Recently, I pierced the information bubble I needed to utilize express trusts in a way that the very wealthy have used to become so wealthy, and to do so so that we the people hold the wealth together, rather than be ruled by the wealthy. I will be attending to the work of the trust documents which is thick work, in the end, we all will be the beneficiaries. With a Trump admin, my path has more obstacles removed, it is cleaned of hazards. I feel so thrilled in a sort of low simmering way. I feel like the Star Wars movie and the one pilot that sent a bomb down into the belly of the Death Star. I have now been guided to the exact info at the right time.

This weekend I will be presenting the Alliance MarletSpace pitch to the hemp hub, people who are specifically bringing hemp products, hemp building in particular into our world, and meantime, my little hempcrete cabin is finally being finished by an excellent finish carpenter, Mark, a veteran who is rooming now here. It’s taken more than a few years to complete this prototype of modular hempcrete building. We will soon be able to rent it out. The Creative advance we will make now will be thrilling to be a part of.

I sent this to the Brattleboro Commons, the most wokest of papers.

My Letter to the Bluest County of the Nation, Windham Vermont (I may actually live in the bluest town in the Country, Putney VT), in hope to soften the programmed hardened hatefulness.

Dear Editor,

We all cannot believe our eyes, some with dismay and others with deep gratitude, the president has been elected with a mandate from the people.  It is a blessing that the election is decided, and not challengeable. This spares us the haranguing of outcomes, the twisting of narratives and the stress of the unknown. As my father would say, decisions are beauty, and Americans have delivered their opinion.

I live in the bluest county, of the Nation, perhaps the bluest town in the nation, and I want to soothe you, all will be well.  Relax for a few beats, and you will find that all is not as described.  Trump loves people of all colors and they love him. He is a character, but he loves people, and loves deeply. Those who meet him feel it and respond to that love.  His personality is not so narcissistic or harsh as it is portrayed, he does speak repetitively and colorfully, however, his heart is full of respect and love for the American people, and people of all kinds.  Not one  amongst us is perfect in every utterance, when subjected to edits out of context, the best of us can be misconstrued and sorely maligned. 

The Amish, the Hispanic, the Black and the Islamic Americans responded to this profound care and love, and as he said in his acceptance speech; “Now we begin to heal.” I am writing this letter to ask all my co-Vermonters who saw in Trump a Hitler or a despot, to sit back and breathe, and watch, see that he is different than described. He does have a huge heart, and part of that heart is protective, we need safety from cartels, from fentanyl, and nameless children from other lands need not to be trafficked in the hundreds of thousands through an unprotected border.  What I like very much about Trump is his peace through strength, I know he is not a bloodthirsty tyrant out to create war to build up his own weapon investments.  I see his capacity to bring peace despite the banking elite that grows with war. 

I like that he has Robert J Kennedy Jr, working to bring forward a food network of food that is not poisoned by so many abuses of nature, I will be working in that effort as well. Many of the other experts, Musk, and Vivek and Tulsi bring great progress to our Country. Vance is comfortable in his own skin and truly bright, and truly invested in a Country that serves the multicultural multi colorful people. 

I believe that if you can relax, you will find that no one will tolerate you less, that you will be supported more, you will be more prosperous, healthier, safer and have more personal agency to help this country live in harmony with each other, with other countries, and in my mind, most importantly with Nature. In any case, you will be freer to speak out and be critical, and your body will be more your own, for this outcome.  Big wind, now created offshore, is killing whales, but we can create energy in much better ways, we can even get off the utilities, altogether.  

Temper your disappointment with guarded hope, please, all will indeed be well. 

--Emily Peyton