It gets quiet of an evening. One thinks of constellations, cosmology, laws that govern orbits.

Somewhere out there is the energy of an Adams, a Jefferson.

-Impossible to imagine these dignitaries wouldn’t take an interest in human events now.

Be still.

I sensed Jefferson this evening, out in the Cosmos. Or right here, when the living room is quiet, at nightfall.

He has that jaw set. The wakeful dreaminess. The political insight of a street fighter. The intense interest in the scheme of government. All submerged in a deep, deep infinite contemplation.

Here in the living room for a brief time, beliefs and human schemes evaporate; out in America comfortable people dream, and the universe, our cosmology, assets its existence for a moment.

-I thought of slavery. I can’t mention the presence of Jefferson without mentioning the modern American polling data on a Jefferson of two centuries ago, regarding the horror of human bondage.

The impatient rejoinder from beyond is as follows:

“So are you willing to throw away car keys and walk? Because the energy usage is devastating to the environment and the workforce is paid half wages.”

Point taken.

So the issue before us is, that out there in Mar-a-Lago tonight is a former President, a virtual terrorist, willing to threaten the United States, asserting powers that are…extra-Constitutional.

Jefferson is referring to MAGA as “the Ultras”.

They were there in 1800, too. Personal empire, as a means to a personal end.

This is a fascinating stress test of a still-young republic, this Florida stand-off with the former president.

I sense a deep capacity for contemplation in Jefferson. A mind that is its own galaxy…infinite but focused. A natural bridge. Still. Quiet mind. Observing.

And the thought comes that we are what we believe we are, and at times those ideas fluctuate and the Nation is its own cosmos, with its dynamic laws, which can only be approximated in the Constitutional scheme.

Ideals exist. And these are expressed in a balanced design of government, of natural rights, of human rights.

And the former president Trump is now outside of that dynamic scheme. A “private citizen.”

Here is a description of tyranny:

“a condition imposed by some outside agency or force.”

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Cosmology is our theme. Constellations. Satellites of governments. Rogue agents and astronauts, attempting to determine boundaries and corruptly acquire assets, from beyond the map set forth by the political explorers of the early United States.

Jefferson is pointing out that, as in the historic case of his Vice President Aaron Burr, Trump has become interested in empire, and so has stepped beyond the scheme of government.

With Burr, it was an empire in Mexico, which led to a trial for treason before a Supreme Court justice.

With Trump, a base in Florida, and documents he may use as bargaining chips to sell, extort or destroy.

To step outside of the scheme is a paradox: one loses power when one departs from the design set forth in the Constitution; it is a bit of a trap, a hidden trapdoor contemplated. devised by the Framers.

They told no one, that the Union, being perpetual, to step beyond which allows no leverage, so one tumbles to oblivion, by asserting powers that don’t exist in the Constitution.

Perhaps that is the case before us.

He said.

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Tina Heringer The spirit of Gore Vidal dropped by last week, in my living room. Still using the cane on the Other Side. A friend referenced his famous view of our politics, often expressed, the party with two Right Wings, so I’ll describe:

It’s kind of funny but hard to translate. I was sitting alone at midnight after the siege of Mar-a-Lago, the room in semi-darkness, thinking of how Man is actually an Island out on a distant crag, surrounded by the great infinite mystery and how the ship of state is headed toward its Great Destiny- or The Great Dark. I was alone, looking into the Vastness and blank-ness of our political situation, of the Bird with Two Right Wings, and I suddenly sensed the great presence, Gore Vidal. The Great One. And he gave a sinister eye-roll and said in spirit, “well what took you so long? You’re really not quick.” And then pfft he was gone. And that is true.💙 And I felt somehow…reassured. Jynx was staring at that corner, too with her green eyes buggin’ out. I’m not sure what it means but I’ve learned to be grateful.🇺🇸