Love-bombing expert Marianne Williamson has come out in support of Bernie Sanders, jolly good, we here on the wee homestead hope he makes the selection ritual, but for differing reasons. Not the topic today though.
To stay on the subject of toxic femininity, as in this previous post, among others: The Toxic Feminine: Perception Management
If we consider which characteristics would be considered masculine and which feminine, shape-shifting might be one that isn’t immediately apparent. I’d say it’s definitely feminine, because in the masculine archetypes the force is overt, whereas shape-shifting, like the chameleon, the Tartuffe even, is a manifestation of mostly covert manipulation.
It really doesn’t matter anyway, as the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome. Sometimes, as in, the actual modern-day Club of Rome, the think tank, to which I’m pretty sure Marianne Williamson and the bulk of her cohorts are card-carrying members.
Instead of staying in the superficial layer of gamers’ tomfoolery, let’s focus on the tactics of lifetime actors, be they politicians, or other run-of-the-mill fraudster-types, so that maybe future generations can be spared their incessant manipulations. Dare to dream!
Marianne Williamson is the perfect divide and conquer spin doctor to attempt to bridge the gap between American politics and New Age ‘feminine power’ in our day, I’d say.
Just because she promotes love and peace one thinks she’s so much different from Trump, but they share something very special in common—an astronomical capacity for bullshit.
When in Texas Williamson is touting the memorable upbringing she had as a Texas native reciting the pledge of allegiance with her hand across her heart in grammar school—oh such a precious image.
When in California and DC she’s touting the importance of strict gun restrictions. One minute she says the vaccine mandates are draconian, the next minute she denies it and changes the subject.
Remind you of anyone, lately?
In this recent clip she’s clearly pandering to the ‘less fortunate’ of our society, yet directly comparing them to wealthy women of leisure lobbying for suffrage a century ago.
”It’s our turn now!” She claims. Ours? Another rich Globalist white woman desperately trying to identify with folks she’d never invite home to dinner.
But they are actors, folks, what used to be a degrading profession and before professions existed was called shape-shifting, probably when we first started to comprehend as a species what dissociation, aka self-evacuation, actually looks like in the flesh.
It looks actually like lost in the crowd on purpose, surrounded and drowned in the collective, the end of Self as we know it.
Welcome, to the machine, by hook or by crook, that is, through fear and intimidation, or through love and manipulation, you will become One.
All roads lead to Rome.