There’s nobody to change. There’s only what seems to be happening, and it’s whole, complete, boundless, and indivisible. It’s could be called unconditional love or it could be called turnips. The name makes no difference. It’s not for anyone nor about anyone. It’s also neither good nor bad. It simply is what it is, and that’s clearly, and ecstatically, enough.

Perhaps thoughts about rolling back progressivism are appearing. So what, that’s just wholeness appearing as thoughts about rolling back progressivism. Perhaps anger is appearing. So what, that’s just wholeness appearing as anger. Perhaps thoughts about some kind predation are appearing. So what, that’s just wholeness appearing as thoughts about some kind of predation.

This message has nothing to do with progressivism. This message is simply a, sometimes terrifying, sometimes awe-inspiring, description of reality.