Voting is a form of energy harvesting

Collective Cringe

When you step up to the ballot box, you are placing your intention inside a seal. Whether you use a piece of paper, poke black holes via plastic punches, or digitally sign your wishes into the technological void, you’ve just given away your most sacred, vital gift, your energy…prana…chi.

As soon as you imbue your desired outcome into a machine, you have cast a spell that takes your potential for self-actualization and gives that inner authority over to a false egregore, an entity that gobbles up your vote like the cookie monster…never enough, need more-more-more.

The inner alchemy it takes to walk a sovereign path is reversed into a giving up, giving over, giving unto another, as if they know what is best for you. The moment you vote, you allow invisible cuffs to lock around your wrists and chains to bind you to an agreement of consent to be ruled by another.

Even the most benevolent master or teacher cannot make choices for you, only act as a guide or teacher from their own wisdom and experiences, but this is not that.  Any politician that would run for office inside an immoral system that seeks to rule by force, coercion and theft cannot be on the side of good. Even if they start out that way, they will be corrupted by walking into the lion’s den where power is sought for the sake of it, not with maturity, abiding with wisdom and counsel that is connected with nature, with natural law, with the Universal truths that govern our world and give us each the opportunity to embark upon a deepened connection to work with it, not against it. An opportunity to turn intention, energy and sacrifice into something beautiful, something good, something useful.

The system is anti-nature, anti-natural law, anti-Christ consciousness, anti-creation…and definitely anti-creatrix. The feminine mystique doesn’t have a seat at the table, despite the allure and illusion of such in this 2024 election where many are lured into the façade.

For four years your energetic vote is trapped inside the machine by consent. When things don’t go as promised, and they never do, inner turmoil stirs in spiritual angst. The illusion of voting for someone that is selected, for individuals that all feed the same beast, is the same as lying to ones self…because “this time” nothing will change, same as the last time. As the saying goes, there is nothing new under the sun, and this is certaintly true when it comes to the black magick inside the black boxes of both the screens where the madness is played out and the black boxes of ballots that await your arrival.

The pomp and circumstance of the theatre leading up to that moment must be divisive, because it is the divisiveness that intensifies the numbers, and, thus, intensifies the amount of energy that can be stolen from the collective.

Voting is an act of questionable judgement, imagine a one night stand at the dirtiest cheapest motel you can find in the woods with a stranger…you can’t fully remember what happened and you can’t take it back, you definitely find yourself suddenly wanting to smoke and shower at the same time, and you wonder if the person you shared the evening with were who they said they were?

When you vote, you are participating in a form of magick…only instead of finding the sorcerer’s stone, you are giving away a store of value, the golden elixir of life inside of you, the electric charge that moves through your fingertips….and casting it, placing it, giving it away to another.  The accumulation of qi is added up…TVs across the nation tally numbers like a slot machine at a casino, only it’s not arbitrary, it’s not coins in a bucket for collecting winnings at the end of the night, it’s something far more sinister because it holds the greatest store of value…. your energy!

You set it and forget it, “hoping” your person will save you, save us all…but deep down you know they won’t, you know you’re just trying to bide more time instead of claiming your own path, alchemizing your own pain and recognizing the game at play.

Are you gambling for good or evil?
Are you playing slots knowing the game is always rigged?
Are you putting your energy, faith, and intentions inside a ballot box or pandora’s box?

You see, we’re always voting because there is always an offer being made awaiting our consent to participate.

Do you think all the time and money spent on elections would be so if your single vote wasn’t incredibly valuable…if your energy wasn’t special…if your pranic consent wasn’t a form of elixir that is so precious, so sacred, that an unprecedented amount of time, money, debate, propaganda and marketing must be done to persuade you to give it away?

Even the focus on who will win, the anticipation of a future event, is a distraction, a form of energy harvesting that takes you away from the precious time you have here.

The bread and circus of tyrants goes far beyond the stadiums that mesmerize, hypnotize, and mold the minds of the masses. Those games are just filler between the bigger game that needs your body at a booth, your mind not looking behind any curtains, your finger on the pulse of another’s false promises and your attention focused on anything but creating your own life…after all, you’re given the illusion of choice…. step right up folks, poison filled popcorn and candy if you play along.

Will you be suckered into the charade?
Will you vote for this clown or that one?
Will you feed the puppet master with your gaze…caught in the haze of the “running” mate game?
Will you be able to retrieve the energy given away in the voting BOOth or will you become a ghost trapped in the machine forever?

Statism is a religion. Which master are you serving? Are you ready to step out of the collective cringe…the hive that buzzes in the sludge of servitude…and into the path of individuation, self-responsibility… are you ready to reclaim your connection with nature, truth, and wisdom that is always with you waiting to be discovered, re-discovered, honed, nurtured and cultivated?

Vote for yourself.
Ask yourself, are you a good witch…or bad?
What ballad is playing if you go and “cast” your ballot?
What is true in nature that is not present (and cannot be present) in our system?

You’re a wizard with a handful of power to wield…if this weren’t true then I can assure you there would not be a constant charade vying for your attention to vote.

Think about it…..really….feel into it….

Humans are easily deceived, distracted, diverted and there is something beautiful in that because it is connected to vulnerability and heart, but discernment must come from these or the fallability and mistakes of living bear no fruit.

What if everyone stayed home and meditated or went for a walk or took the energy they would “spend” casting a vote and did a good deed?

Politicians can only win by tearing others down, by stealing energy from you with your vote. Running for office is an initiation into giving allegiance to a negative force, to greed, to the illusion of power, not real power that has to be earned individually.

We can change the world, but it won’t happen by giving our power away to the lesser of two evils.

Be not fooled by the dark magicians in suits and ties. The “devil” has a noose around the neck to keep the lies in line. Truths mixed up in pleas of emotion sound so good behind a podium as they plea and beg for your devotion…nothing can happen without your motion.

Be not persuaded by shiny language, repetition, surface level dramatic debates, and diabolical diatribes…go deeper. Don’t give your energy away, don’t let them harvest it…don’t be loosh for the losers…you are worth so much more, otherwise the need to vote wouldn’t be…trust yourself, guard the gate of your mind and time, wield your power carefully with a benevolent heart and a fine tooth comb.

Don’t seal your energy away
allowing it to be trapped
inside a hopium parade
a gamble for this or that
but it’s all a charade
for you never win the game
it’s not about a candidate
but harvesting your energy
…a trade…inside a box…pay-to-play
they prey, not pray
….let’s not give today away.

A Corporation is not a Country. I always found it interesting that word “Country” because it’s speaking to the landscape and souls, not of citizens, nor residents, but living beings meant to roam freely across the plains….to honor thy word and be guardians of our great Earth.

Remember, presidents are selected, not elected. It’s two wings on the same bird (same corporate entity), two choices given to you when there are far more awaiting your discovery. No one is going to save you from the world, from duality, from your pain, from yourself, from meeting your potential, from the mess we’re in, from the digital egregore, from playing in the playground of life, and that’s a good thing, because it frees you…and it frees you up to utilize that time on other things, more meaningful things than which “master” you’re going to give it away to for four more years of your miracle of existence…trapped inside a box of hope and lost opportunities to take responsibility, to gain trust in yourself instead of a talking head, this freedom, this liberty waits for you to claim it from the inside out…and there is no one to vote for, no ballot to cast, except the magic you wield and the questions you ask….which path will you find, better yet, which will you create…what kind of life will you make?

With love, life and footsteps of freedom,

Angela