The story of ‘STONED by OperaHippy’

In my mind, there has always been a lot going on. It’s weaving together stories, debating itself, deconstructing and reconstructing things, performing intense and almost constant cognitive behavior therapy–spinning in circles, round and around. I struggle with major depression, anxiety and ptsd, but I didn’t know that until a few years ago so before that I was just, circling around to avoid any one thing in particular.

In addition to having a fast mind and a soft heart, I’ve endured some intense trauma–emotional, psychological, and sexual abuse, plus the normal tragedies and happenings of life (privileged as mine may be, they have had a big impact on my sense of self and mental stability as an adult). The things which have always grounded me and helped me cope through abuse and moments of adversity, even before I understood what I was coping with, were acts of creation. Music, singing, sewing, crochet, jewelry making, painting. Even as a small child, my fort-building-game was competing with the best of them. The act of making something out of other things calmed me and brought me back to some unnamable, inexplainable sense of self-truth.

Creating centers me and always has, even when my center is hurting.

In addition to my mental health and abusive history, I have ALWAYS been fat… overweight, obese, plus size–however you’d like to say it. (We all have different preferences. I personally like to turn the hurtful words into empowering ones so–I’m fat and fabulous.) I’ve always struggled with my self esteem for so many reasons, but it all seemed to manifest in self hatred over my weight and my body. When I was younger I desperately wanted to be thin, with big hips. But, I’m fat with small hips and lots of love on the handles. I don’t lose weight easily and I, frankly, have bigger battles than that. Plus, I hated the idea that I needed to change my appearance to feel better in this world. I wanted to accept myself as I was. I knew there was someone to love in here, and she didn’t need to be thin, she needed to be accepted.

In December 2014, after a series of unfortunate events and witnessing a friend’s death, I finishing my Bachelors degree in Opera Performance. Given the chance to breathe, alone, for the first time in my life–I mentally bottomed out. I was lost, confused, hurt, alone, suicidal and terrified. I didn’t know where to go, what to do, how to live or move forward or get out of bed some mornings. Plus, my mental health had been ignored for too long. I had no choice but to deal with my head and the trauma of my past.

I had to begin to get to know and accept my body, my illness, and my strange mind. I needed to switch from a state of resistance to a state of acceptance. I needed life to be just a little bit easier so that I knew it was worth living. So, I dedicated myself to a lifelong journey of self discovery, self love, and healing–a journey I am still on today.

The process of healing was very traumatic in the beginning–as healing usually is. Lost, and desperate, I painted and journaled, wrote music–anything to get through the pain I was reliving. I eventually turned to metaphysics and found my pagan roots in Wicca. This led me to wire wrapping stones and crystals as a meditative practice. From there, the progression into the jewelry I make now was natural.

About two years into that journey, and a year before starting STONED, I began crocheting again for the first time since community college. It felt different though. My mind wasn’t so clouded. I wasn’t so pressured by my perfectionist tendencies and an over-compensating ego telling me my creations weren’t worthy of being completed. (Or at least, when I was burdened by that I could overcome it). I could count stitches, focus on long term projects, and undo mistakes without destroying my motivation by insulting myself into defeat. When I started making clothing, instead of the usual scarves and hats I’d made for years, I began looking through the market–on Etsy and IG– and noticed that there are a lot of people crocheting cute clothes–but usually only for a limited number of sizes. This is an issue I’ve encountered my entire life as a “Plus size” person, and a bigger busted woman. Some of the cutest clothes are only made for thin women, or certain body types. If they are made for bigger women, they are not made with the bigger woman’s body and insecurities and comfort in mind.

I began making things for myself and my friends–who all have a variety of beautiful and diverse bodies and styles and identities. I listened to their insecurities and modified the patterns and the fit so they felt comfortable until I figured out what worked. It came together so effortlessly, I took the hint from the universe and went with it. I finally did something I’d been wanting to do for years–I started an Etsy Shop.

I wanted to make clothing that allowed people to be bold, present, and empowered by their vulnerability. The name STONED has many inspirations. Primarily, it comes from the large line, the totem of spirits who have endured the suffering of oppression long before me–the people whose stories of perseverance and strength get me through my day.  Women, men, queers, POC, differently-abled and mentally stigmatized–those who fought and lived and died in another time for me to be here, now, standing on their shoulders and fighting this newer battle… a piece of the same war. A war for money and power. A war against freedom, uniqueness, progress, truth, acceptance, equality and freedom.

Here’s one of my truths–All bodies are beautiful!!!!!

We should all be able to celebrate our selves with unlimited self expression!

I’ve created to cope for so long. Now, I’m creating for me. I’m creating for you. I’m creating to create.

I believe in the ability of handmade items to empower us to be unique, outstanding, and fearless. A hundred people could be making the same type of pieces, but they’d each have their own uniqueness because they are made by an individual human’s hands–not a machine. Every stitch is personalized. In a strong handmade economy, many artists can all be successful with their own audiences–allowing each customer to find a truly unique style instead of buying a shirt that has been mass produced for a million other people in the world. We aren’t all the same, why should our styles be?

Additionally, the expansion of the handmade market is feeding our local, working class economy (putting money in the hands of artists and makers directly instead of into the hands of a large corporate stores with billionaire CEOs who barely paid the artist for their original design before mass producing it). When you support a handmade artist you are supporting their family, their community, their daily life. That money will likely go directly back into the local economy. When you support me, you’re helping me feed myself and my fur baby (a lovely little ESA cat named Embyr) and pay my rent. You’re helping me support other local artists and farmers, since I spend my money at farmer’s markets primarily. Handmade is fiscally, economically, and communally responsible!

I believe in individuals–ordinary humans–and their ability to change the world simply by allowing their true selves to be present and make conscious decisions in it. The ability to be present in a world like ours is dependent upon an empowered sense of self, and a fearless commitment to expression of that self regardless of our socialization. I try to instill some sense of that in every wire I bend and ever stitch I complete in hopes that it will gift some of that magic onto the person who eventually welcomes the garment or piece of jewelry into their life. A world in which we are all fearlessly expressing our personal and vulnerable truth is a world in which we all, eventually, can live free and equal–happy.

Click Here to visit the Etsy shop and see STONED creations.



Stay Nasty. Stay Woke.

I wanted to write a protest anthem from my own perspective of oppression.

So I did this.


Original Music and Lyrics by Rachel Blair.


Ending the Debate on Abortion Rights

Pro choice vs. Pro life is not a political debate, and we need to stop allowing it to be. It’s an ethical debate, which does not have a place in politics–at least not with situations as specific as abortion.

Let’s go through the reasoning, because as much as we think of this as a complex debate topic, it isn’t in the context of our laws. It IS a complex ethical debate, but in regards to legal right, there is no debate here.

Allow me to elaborate…

If you’re “pro-life” because of religion, that’s cool. But also, your religion is yours and not mine or anyone else’s, so my choice is still mine and your religion does not get to make laws that take that choice away from me. Separation of church and state. That’s it. That’s where your God arguments end. You do not get to put through legislation based on individual beliefs that counter our collective laws and shared reality. We can talk ethics and morals all day, but as far as law goes—you’re done when you bring up god and religion. It has zero place in politics. Done.

Take God out of it and its still super easy. You say its a life and to abort is to take a life? It’s killing someone. Let’s completely skip the debate on when life begins for a fetus. Whether it is at the time of conception, the moment of birth, or anywhere in between is completely irrelevant to the logistics of legality. Again, this is a debate of ethics, which could go on forever. However, one thing makes all other arguments irrelevant–body autonomy.

Body autonomy laws protect us and are already in place in the medical field. I can refuse a dying person my organs because of body autonomy. It may not be easy to watch them die, but I have a choice to say, “No, you cannot use my body or my body parts to sustain your own life.” If my own mother needed a piece of my liver, I have a the choice to say no and live with the consequences of that choice–even if the consequence is the death of my own mother. It is legal for me to refuse. The ethical and moral dilemma of whether or not I could sacrifice a piece of my liver to help my mother live is entirely my own, but legally I am in no way obligated to give her a piece of my liver.

Same principal applies to the medical procedure and choice of abortion. If a fetus cannot survive outside of my uterus and I decide not to allow it to live there– it doesn’t matter whether or not it is a life. It’s still my body and I get to decide who uses parts of it for their own survival. Just like the person who will die without my liver, I have the right to refuse another being the use of my body for their own sustenance and survival if I so choose. Think me a horrid person if you will–I still have the legal right to my own body. A fetus will not live outside of a uterus. It will die. A person needing an organ transplant cannot live without a new organ. They will die. I am not required to give them my organ, even if it is my fault they need an organ. I am not required to give an undeveloped baby my womb for the same reason. Body autonomy.

The reason for becoming pregnant is irrelevant. My body, my choice. It doesn’t matter whether I was raped or just have a really promiscuous sex life and am irresponsibly about protection. Your personal opinions of the reason behind someone getting an abortion, those reasons are not relevant to the debate of legality. Not relevant at all.

Body autonomy is not a privilege of the sexually responsible. It is a natural right of all body owners. I get to decide who touches me, and who uses my body for their own survival.

It’s not a hard debate. Its just difficult ethics and morals–which you don’t get to decide for any other human on the planet but yourself–not even your own children. So you cannot, should not, and will not take away someone’s legal right to their own body because you disagree with their lifestyle, morals, or ethics. That’s manipulative. That’s narcissistic. That’s abusive. When it’s being done on as large a scale as an entire society, it is oppressive.

Also, everyone needs to stop assuming people who get abortions don’t understand the gravity of their decision. Estrogen, a side effect of owning a uterus and ovaries, makes us uterus owners very deep feeling, very self aware, and very empathetic. We understand the gravity of choice. Stop shaming people who already understand the gravity of their life decisions. The only different between the hurt they cause and the hurt you cause is that they have to acknowledge it and you write yours off with your ignorance and privilege. You’re not pro life. You’re not fooling anyone. Get off your fucking high horse and come back down to earth. Your morals don’t make you any better than anyone else. Not even a little bit.

Nobody ever said getting an abortion was an easy choice, but it is now and should forever remain a choice for the uterus owner which takes away the biological inequality of responsibility for the consequences of sex.

This is not a debate of legality. It is a debate of morals and ethics that has been mixed and confused into our laws and politics. When you take the emotions of individual perspective out of it, pro-choice is the only legal reality.

Denying Science is an Abuse of Power

I heard a politician say something that was very important to discuss. When approached by a reporter about the science of climate change, this politician said, “I believe that coal is a necessary power source and does not hurt or pollute the earth.”

He started the sentence with “I believe”. Generally when people do this it is because they know what they are saying is not a shared belief with the person they are speaking to, or the general populace. They say “I believe” so as to not push their beliefs on others, so as not to start a fight but simply to express their beliefs. Its a polite thing, really.

I hung out with a lot of LDS believers when I was in high school. One family in particular always said, “We believe” which was a super nice way to hear about their beliefs. It didn’t feel like they were saying their beliefs were unavoidable fact for everyone, it was like they were just offering their beliefs to the conversation as fact for themselves, and giving the listener a choice to believe or not.

In debates where people are simply speaking on personal morals, ethics, and values, this is a fine strategy that allows for the ego of the listener not to feel defensive or attacked or trapped and so it allows the conversation to continue in a less confrontational way–which is always more productive to understanding and allowing diversity between friends.

However, when the person saying “I believe” has power over the lives of the people/person he says it to, when that person represents a diverse multitude of people, when that person is employed to write legislation that has a real world impact–using personal beliefs to write or influence that legislation is not acceptable. That is a severe abuse of power. That person is saying, “I believe this, and even though I don’t want to hear what you have to say or get you angry or make an argument out of it, I’m going to impose those beliefs on you and make it seem like you have a choice, but you don’t.”

So in the case of this politician, he is using his personal beliefs about coal and pollution, which contradict science, to make decisions that affect our entire planet.

The importance of separation of church and state, in our modern world, is not necessarily the separation of organized religion and organized politics. Spirituality is not strictly about God or religion. It is a separation between the beliefs we hold as individuals (church) and the beliefs we know as a collective species through shared observation or scientific conclusions (state). I like to refer to these things as Individual reality and Shared reality. The truth is that we all hold individual opinions and beliefs, and we need to stop thinking those individual beliefs are only held by those following an organized religion and those collective opinions are right to be reflected in our government.

Our individual reality is the reality we exist within as individuals living our own lives. This reality is lived, hopefully, from your singular perspective, understanding, and belief. It is dogmatic in nature, even if you have cleansed yourself of societal dogma, because it is a construct in your own mind. It is the routine of your thoughts, the motivator behind your life decisions, the roots of your expression of Self. It is based in a series of personal, subconscious beliefs held by the individual which affect the way that person experiences the collective or shared reality. Individual reality is your spirituality, your morals, your values, your beliefs about yourself in the world, other people and the way the nature of the world functions. These beliefs can come from anywhere. They can come from fear, experiences, upbringing, nature, manipulation, society, personal exploration, etc. But they are not always shared or acknowledged by the whole of existence. Individual reality is abstract. It can be understood from the outside, it can be empathized with, but it cannot be experienced by anyone except the individual to which that reality belongs.

Shared reality is the reality we all collectively experience. It is our physical world, the laws of that physical world. Science is the study of our shared reality. Science is an undeniable fact for us all. We cannot deny that the sun rises, that things fall when you drop them, that people’s physical bodies die, etc. Some individuals may deny pieces of it, but the evidence is tangible. You can see it, measure it, and know it to be true. We all can, and not based just on a feeling.

While Individual and Shared reality affect each other, and are certainly interconnected, they are separate entities, separate ideas and should be seen and acknowledged as such.

Going back to the original point, anyone using their personal beliefs to limit the freedoms of our shared reality is abusing their power. My father did it to me growing up. Many parents do it to their children in our society, because our society does it to us and people gain the habits and beliefs of the society in which they exist implicitly if they aren’t careful. My father would impose his personal beliefs on me. His beliefs were based in his own experiences, which were scary but not mine. I did not have the choice or option to disagree and so his individual reality became mine, except while he was very comfortable in that reality, I hate myself and everything I am in his reality because of how he believes. This is called narcissist abuse–and our politicians have been doing it to us for thousands of years.

This politician, who used his personal beliefs on coal to override the collective reality of science and fact, he is abusing his power. He is bringing his personal beliefs, his personal dogma, his personal reality into consideration when making laws that affect the whole, collective reality. He is doing this, not based on facts or things he even dares to say out loud, but based on his personal dogmatic views which are clearly influenced by his own agenda. This happens all the time, actually. It’s manipulation. It’s abuse of power. It’s narcissist abuse, actually. It’s costing people their well-being and lives. It will eventually cost us all our lives and the planet we live on.

Your personal reality is valid–for you. But you do not get to use it to deny the shared reality and impose your personal beliefs on others. Using personal beliefs to deny science and continue to harm the planet is an abuse of power, and a clear violation of our constitution.

An Open Letter to Defenders of The Patriarchy

President Trump, VP Pence, Trumpists, Neo Nazis, Alt Rights, and other defenders of The Patriarchy;

I understand you, as a collective. I may not know all of you as individuals, but I’ve listened to your collective cries. I know what you value. I understand your fears. I understand your struggles. I know the world paradigm in which you live your lives, and I understand it fully–because I used to live in that paradigm. Trump, I know why you think like you think. Pence, I know and see who you are at heart and I understand how that influences your beliefs.

I come from a town filled with people who think like you. Hell, I used to think like you! In my town, misogyny was a household practice, racism was a respected form of humor, love was full of conditions, and ego was the only thing worthy of unconditional defense.

I know you’ve received a lot of grief over the last 8 years. An Obama presidency felt like a betrayal for many of you. You had to start being more “politically correct” in public–something which greatly repressed your humor and your feelings. You had to censor some of your thoughts because they started getting you into a little bit of trouble with co-workers, strangers, and old friends from the internet.

Not trouble like a black boy running down the street with a toy gun in front of white cops, not trouble like a woman who wanted to feel sexy that day so she dresses nice but while walking to work she turns a corner to realize 4 large, predatorial men are following her–not that kind of trouble. Trouble, more like a 12 year old boy who says the F word at the wrong time/place and gets corrected by his mother. That has been really tough for you, I know! You’re not used to being told you’re wrong or you need to fix or change anything. Mama always said you were perfect just as you were.

In fact, many of you were used to doing to telling!! It was in your power. Your vote and words had the control to tell your opposition how to live for so long, how dare they try to teach you how to think! You told them how to identify themselves, their beliefs, their values. You told them who to be in order to succeed in this world and gave them no alternative options but failure and poverty. You took away reproductive rights from decision making citizens and offered military service as a career to desperate young people in a time of economic recession and war. You have been controlling other’s lives for a long time–so I know being told how to treat people (or how NOT to MIStreat people) has been really hard on you. I’m sure it’s felt repressive…one might even say oppressive. Not as oppressive as being a POC in a society build on slavery and revolving around white people, but as oppressive as it feels for people of privilege to allow other people the same privileges they don’t realize they have–as oppressive as finding equality in a society that depends on inequality.

Then something happened… Trump won the election! With the help of the electoral college, you got what you’ve been craving for years.

I know you thought this would be enough to justify your bigotry. I know you thought this would support the objectification of your wives and daughters, the oppression of your fellow citizen, and the demonizing of honest and true values of equality that do not align with your own. I’m sure you thought that winning the White House (which now sits empty as our taxes pay for a secret service in NYC and AF1’s commute from NYC to DC and back whenever Trump decides to be the President instead of the head of his own company) would be enough to silence us petty, annoying, progressive, bleeding heart, hippy liberals. I know you thought you’d be able to drop your political correctness and live how you really think you deserve to be living your life–free of having to think about the well-being of people whose lives are distant and harder than yours. I know you think your world, which has been so threatened by 8 years of liberal America, will be reinstated and your power will be definite.

I’m sorry to tell you, but in the words of your precious president–you’re wrong.

I am writing, truly, to thank you for exposing your closet bigotry for the world to see. We–especially those of us basking in the liberal enlightenment of CA– could not have known how many people in the US still think like you if this had not happened. Had Hilary been elected, you might have gotten away with keeping those opinions in their protective closet of your subconscious. You might have kept those conversations behind closed doors. It’s too late now though–you’ve exposed yourselves, and the whole world has seen it. You’ve shown the majority of the US, those of us who won the popular vote, what we still have to squash out of this world.

In showing us your truth, in displaying it for the world to see, you’ve done something truly incredible.

You’ve awoken an ancient rage. A rage so primal that the entire universe anticipated it in its creation billions of years ago. A rage so powerful that the Earth wept when she felt it coming, stopped for the day of its deliverance, and then wept again until the droughted desert landscape of California found itself a wealth of rainfall more plentiful than it’s inhabitants have experienced in a decade. You’ve brought to the foreground a rage so powerful that it awoke millions of individuals, not only in this country, but around the world, to the indignity human beings have suffered for millennia under the reign of the Patriarchy–your world. So empowering is this rage that it sparked a shift in Earth’s collective energy comparable in intensity and impact to the shift of poles in our planet’s magnetic field. People have been awoken, so quickly and so intensely, that it has made a global impact.

After the Women’s March on Jan 21, many of you have expressed your discontent. Many of you have expressed fears. Fear that equality will lessen your privileges. Fear that you’ll be less important or powerful if women have the same rights as you. Fear that you’ll lose your values, or the world will smudge you out if it differs too much from you. You’ve expressed fear that the world we fight for will destroy the one you’ve worked so hard to build for yourself.

Most of your fears are irrational in the natural world. Acknowledging someone else’s struggle won’t make yours less significant, or less difficult. Equality does not seek to strip you of your privileges, but to give everyone those same privileges. Diversity does not mean that you will lose your values, in fact diversity allows you to keep your values even when someone else has opposing ones. Allowing someone else freedom over their life will not give you less freedom over your own life. It will simply mean you are no longer able to control other people–which is none of our natural right anyway.

However, you are absolutely correct about one fear.

If you’re afraid that We, the Nasty Women, the Black Lives, the non-believers, the oppressed people of our world who fight for equality, are threatening to destroy your world–you are absolutely correct. We are not only threatening, we are planning and working tirelessly to make it so. We are planning to deconstruct and dismantle your world, brick by brick, mind by mind, belief by belief, ignorant alternative fact by alternative fact, until your precious patriarchy is simply an example of and warning against tyranny and oppression made to our future’s children in history books.

Make no mistake, the world as you know it is most certainly under attack.

Your world is one where men are the final authority simply because of the anatomy hanging between their legs, where religion gets to make political decisions about non-religious citizens, where non-white lives are less valuable than white lives and the police enforce it, where prisons make citizens a slave–chattel to the system, where money makes a worker an indentured servant, where appearance increases your worth more than intellect or character or kindness, where you cannot be powerful unless someone else is powerless. That world–your world– is under fierce attack. We will not cease until that world is submerged in the purifying waters of righteousness, justice, and true equality and reborn as an equal society where all people can live fulfilling, individual, unique and free lives.

Your world is under attack by a radical group of divine Earth protectors.

We are the witches you couldn’t burn. We are the slaves you couldn’t break. We are the genders you couldn’t pin down into a binary. We are the Natives you couldn’t assimilate. We are the beaten, the broken, the downtrodden that you could not make compliant because we kept standing back up to spit in your face every time. We are the bleeding hearts and artists, the thinkers and creators, the angel headed hipsters, the teachers of your children and the force which keeps your head spinning in circles while you try to find the groundless supports of hate and greed on which you cannot stand any longer. We are the intellect which shatters your ignorance. We are the truth seekers, the seers, the defenders of knowledge and universal understanding. We are the collective consciousness. We are the breakers of tradition, the innovators of the New World, the builders of bridges over divisive gaps. We are the future, living now.

We stand on the shoulders of those who have fought and lived and died before us. We stand on a tall totem of empowered and fearless individuals from whom we collect our strength, our perseverance, our vigilance and our vision for a better tomorrow. We lift onto our shoulders those who come after us, that they may continue this fight long after we are gone and maintain vigilant in the upholding of equality, justice, and freedom once it is truly been achieved. We are in this fight for the long haul, and have been throughout all of time. We have nothing left to lose and everything to gain. We are the once silent majority who will not be ignored any longer. We are the universe, incarnate, fighting for itself–fighting for us all.

We are the feminists–a title which seeks to give justice and equality to ALL beings regardless of their race, gender, identity, religion, beliefs, anatomy, appearance, ability, or anything else.

We are the Social Justice Warriors and we are here to defeat your precious Patriarchy.

Though you have attempted to enshroud our world in your shadow of darkness and ignorance, we are the light. We will not go silent into the night, in fact we howl with the night’s nocturnal creatures and revel in their song. We dance when the demons come calling. We have not been hiding or dying in the darkness. While you have hidden in the false lights of corrupt religion and selfish morals, we have made a home in the darkness you have put us in. We have studied and dissected the shadow you’ve been keeping us in and we now know it better than you. Your shadow is the demon you’ve ignored, and we have made ourselves well acquainted with it, simply because you’ve given us no other option.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned–and you shall feel the wrath of the Matriarchy you have scorned for thousands of years from every spirit and soul that has ever been oppressed by your Patriarchy.

Your world is under attack, now more than ever.

Your world is one in which another must fail for you to succeed, in which another’s face must be under your foot for you to feel tall, in which your ego is more important to defend than another’s life, in which your fears take priority over someone else’s existence, in which your wealth and health only come at the cost of someone else’s, in which the competition of the capitalist “free” market is controlled, censored, and naturally streamlined into sameness–making it anything but free. The old world is one in which being born straight, white, christian, cis gender, and/or male makes you more important, more superior, more relevant, or more right simply because you are more privileged. The old world is ruled by the divine rights of kings and psychotic narcissists, justified by “alternative facts”, and held together by the blood, sweat and tears of people you do not even acknowledge as human.

In your old world, Religion is a capitalist venture. God is money, worshiped in houses built of money, while those without your “God” to look to are starving to death, shunned and murdered for their beliefs, and being trampled on by Imperialism, and supremacist greed. In your world, Jesus is white and children are born sinful. In your world, youth is a goal of the old, but the young are not respected for their wisdom. In your world, sex is currency and respect is mandatory–but only for your values, beliefs, and priorities–and your men.

This world which you have chosen was built on genocide, slavery, lies, hatred, greed and Imperialism.

We propose, and fight for, a New World.

The New World will be built on true equality, justice, integrity, honesty, transparency and freedom. Our New World will see all living Beings as equal, and will respect them as such. This New World will allow for all religious beliefs, including those which may not be established by an Abrahamic prophet, to be seen as equally valid and acceptable. The New World is built to consider all perspectives, all experiences, all minds, all bodies, all spirits–not just those who fit a certain societal default.

In the New World, God/Goddess/The Universe/Nature/Spirit will be as individual and unique an experience as the person who does or does not believe in him/her/it/they. In the New World, nature will be respected and cherished, the planet will be considered an extension of humanity–a part of the cycle of existence which cannot be mistreated or ignored without major consequences for all of us. (This is true in our current world, its just that half the population would ignore that fact to make a dollar… or a billion dollars.)

In the New World all people will enjoy the same privileges, the same freedoms, the same rights as all other people.

The New World is not built for money or war, it is not built for hate or intolerance. It is not built for ignorance or ego trips. The New World is built by The People, and it is for all of us. The New World does not force anyone into a role they do not wish to play or a life they do not wish to lead. The New World upholds all of this, not just with words on a document or empty promises, but with intense activism and work by the people, on behalf of the people.

The New World is not a fantasy or a Utopia. It has enemies, it has struggles, it has difficulties. We all still have to find our way, our sense of self, our comforts for existential living. We still walk our own paths and deal with the struggles of our own journey. Equality is not Utopian. It has to be able to shift and change when new information or new perspectives are presented. But in the New World, the struggles are normal and tolerable because we remember always that we have each other. We belong to each other. We need each other. We take care of each other. We do not decide to cut off healthcare for millions because we want to pay less–we care for each other enough not to mind paying a bit more so a 25 year old who is new to their field and making entry level wages doesn’t have to die of cancer because her she cannot afford her medical bills no matter how hard she works. We do not write off the stories of others as fake or illegitimate because we have not had those experiences ourselves. We do not assume that people who are suffering are playing the victim. We do not stigmatize and punish illness, mental or physical. We give everyone the benefit of the doubt first and foremost.

In the New World, we will be judged only by the content of our character, and even those with questionable character will be given the opportunity to learn, grow, rehabilitate, recover, and better themselves.

The New World may not be the one you are used to, but I promise you do not have to fear this New World. It will not destroy you. It comes to bring you renewable life in fact. A life where you can always change, always be free to intake new information, take a new path, or do something nobody has ever done before.

In fact, the good news is that there is room for you in our world.

You are welcome and you matter there–but so is everyone else. It is big enough, and has enough resources for all of us. When people are not sitting on mountains of money–money which represents luxury to some but survival needs for others–there is plenty of it to circulate around an economy. In the New World, when things are not being wasted, there is enough food, water, shelter, space, and success for everyone. You are welcome to join us as an equal in the New World.

There is room for you to exist in our world–but there is not room for your prejudice. There is room for you, but not for your hatred. There is room for you, but not your ignorance.

Yes, there is room for you, but not for your greed, your ego, your implicit biases, your micro-aggression, your bigotry, your misogyny, your control, your imperialism, your industrial blindness, your destruction, your war, your fear mongering, your religious politics, or any other oppressive shenanigans you tried in this Old World.

You are welcome in our world, but your world will not stand in our world. We won’t let it stand in our world.

We, The People–the diverse, unique, talented, spirited, brilliant, empathetic people–are expecting better of the next world than you expected of this one. We do this for our children, for your children, for our planet, for each other and for our Selves. We fight for this New World now on behalf of all of existence. We fight like our lives depend on it–because the future of all life depends on it.

Trump, you may have won the electoral vote, but the People are the majority, and we have denounced you as our president. You should expect a whole lot of rebellion, and you should know it isn’t going to stop. It will not stop even after the inevitable fall of the Patriarchy. We will continue to fight for what is right and good for everyone, not just you. You have angered a previously silent force–and we will no longer give you the privilege of our silence as we have in the past.

In fact, never again will we gift you with the comfort of our silence.

Thank you for the wake up call. We’ll see you on the streets.

With love and with light,
~The Resistance

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