On Election Day, We Speak Their NAMES

Have you ever found yourself speaking out loud on occasion, speaking into an empty room? Or mumbling aloud under your breath? Those that live alone, I’m sure, are likely more prone to this freedom of speech, and a variety of freedom of thought and sound…

“Where are my keys?“

“Jesus.“

“What was I doing again…why did I come in here???”

Today, many people will arrive at some polling place to speak names through marking a ballot. They will speak forth names of people they believe will fix whatever they believe needs fixing. The act of voting in some ways can present the most violent form of legalized (unrightful) coercion an individual has at their fingertips, so we should approach with circumspection.

Some people will speak names of people they don’t even know, simply because they are named with another name: Democrat, Republican, and so forth.

I know this, because I’ve done it before.

I’ve trusted in a few bigger names of candidates I believed were worthy of my trust.

And then, I’ve trusted in the names of those they name as associates, even when I know not a particular thing about them other than they are in a list of names I can select from at the voting booth.

They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

I’ve heard it said that
“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.“

Jiddu Krishnamurti

I’ve also heard that people who talk aloud to themselves, or especially, to God, might be crazy.

Name this what you want, but today for the first time ever, I am intentionally refraining from the voting process at the polls.

Today, I may up the ante on some thoughts that went through my mind in recent weeks.

I had wondered to myself, in the face of what I now see as a spiritually evil force seeking our verbal compliance to speak things that are untrue and un-speak that which is true, what might happen in the spiritual realm if I were to simply speak my younger son’s name aloud (wherever I am) when he comes into my mind?

Yes. Like just giving voice to his given name into the world as some sort of non-conforming prayer and cry of a mother’s heart.

Yes, a simple act of defiant non-compliance with destructive forces.

I don’t know if I can endure my own thoughts of probable futile nonsense to do this act of speaking, here, alone, today, since I’m not experiencing anything I’d name as particularly anything.

However, if this mama bear knew that it would put an end to the nightmare on every level, I’d probably seriously devote myself to it.

But, lest I be considered crazy to even write these thoughts, I will soon resume going about the tasks at-hand.

I suppose for the most part, this is just about an idea.

It is about the idea of the non-compliance of speaking aloud what I’ve been told is my son’s dead name.

Here’s a good read for the Mama Bears out there, but sadly most people who go to the polls today already have a well-formed understanding of these matters..

I think of the biblical emphasis on names.

The name of Jesus, is where to start.

I think of Zechariah’s muteness until he was able to pen, “his name is John.” And then, his ability to speak returned. (entire story found in Luke 1)

I think of scriptures where God speaks things into existence, and gives the job of naming things to humans.

I think of our prayers as a form of naming and speaking about things that are and are not as though they are or will be.

Freedom of speech is a powerful thing.

In our nation, we speak often that we enjoy free speech, when that is not quite true, and increasingly so.

If I go about my day today, faithfully doing the tasks before me in my own small world, and as a mother, simply take moments to speak aloud the name of my son, Jonathan, does that make me crazy?

I envision that some might name this type of behavior crazy, but not give much deeper thought to the crazy absurdity that a young teenage girl would conclude, essentially, through some process involving “TikTok” that she is a boy and seek to cut off her breasts, take hormones that will potentially cause lifelong damage, dependency and distress, and, that we are legislating this mutilation as “healthcare” and in some cases I’ve heard of non-compliant parents of minors named as abusive, and their parental rights named as worthy of violation.

So…

Let the reader be judge of my cogency, here.

My intentions, as a Christian, citizen and mother seem more cogent to me than the intentions named in the names on ballots today.

In the least, it would make quite a good Twilight Zone episode.

One of the best episodes that is first in my recollection is the one where the woman keeps undergoing facial surgeries. We only see her bandaged face and glimpses from the surgery table and hear the comments of the doctors and others who name the ongoing procedures unsuccessful and pursue her by force. Prior to this scene, as I recall, in the viewer’s mind, we imagine that her face is grossly disfigured but we only hear the speaking of the doctors, and do not see their faces.

By the end, we get a look at the face of the surgeons and gaze upon her human beauty, and then, we understand the plot.

Last night, I shared a link on social media of an enlightening interviewing with a young woman who had de-transitioned, and composed a simple intro in hopes someone might take time to listen. This morning, I notice that my video on that particular link/subject (that is among central policy-agenda in today’s political vote) had been censored.

Yes, social media’s algorithm had some basis to select my post/video and re-direct us toward covid vaccine information. Because, not only do those in power want to deter us speaking and naming the truth about the trans-gender cult and political forces behind it, they also want to make sure we are injected and harmed in a variety of ways, going forward, with no end point in sight other than continued push for compliance in the face of the fruits of political agenda and pharmaceutical propaganda unfolding before our blinded eyes.

If particular words/agendas were NOT being linked together, why would my video on de-transitioning produce a free speech censorship message about covid vaccination?

Why? Because, I increasingly believe a number of things are, in fact, being named and linked into a broader, and singular, top-down political agenda.

It’s discouraging. Like the young woman in the Twilight Zone episode, where can we turn to escape the increasingly dystopian forces at play?

As we cast our vote for some savior in a system that reflects not only our best ideals and intentions (and exists by necessity) but one that also reveals our own personal and collective darkness, these false political physicians are like those in that Twilight Zone episode:

“Increase the pharmaceuticals (fill in the blank),” patient is “not yet CURED.”

How will we know when we, the political patients, are ‘cured?’

They will know we are cured when we don’t ‘talk back.’

They will know we are cured when our voice complies with the dis-logic.

They will know we are cured when we confess that THEY are not only ‘sane,‘ but ‘compassionate and loving,’ and we, crazy…and hateful, to speak that which is true.