Republicans, Misogyny, And The Assault On Women

The ongoing assault on women in this country has been taken to a whole new level since Trump, the ultimate misogynist, the Narcissist-In-Chief, took office. This seems to have unleashed the vitriolic hatred the Republican Party has always harbored towards women, and turned it into a tsunami. As Professor Ford has come forward with her experience of being sexually assaulted by Brett Kavanaugh, the Republican Party has circled the wagons, attempting to smear the reputation of a survivor of a vicious assault, much along the lines of what they did to Professor Anita Hill all those years ago. Let’s take a look at what drives them.

Years ago, there was a wonderful book written by a psychiatrist, Dr Susan Forward, “ Men Who Hate Women, And The Women Who Love Them”. ( By the way, this is a must read for anyone confused about why such a large percentage of white women vote Republican every election. ) It speaks about men with an unhealed mother wound, men who expect women to mother them, and if that need isn’t met, transfer their volcanic rage onto their partner in numerous ways. Women get punished ( verbally, emotionally, or physically) for not being the mommy the man never had. Dr Forward addresses the malignant narcissism of the misogynist, with helpful examples. I believe the Republican Party of today is a Party of malignant narcissists that actively hates women, including the female members of the Party, who have internalized the pervasive cultural message.

I also believe that their assault on the reproductive rights of women, besides being a religious war they are waging, is a subconscious drive to force all women to become mothers. The mothers they always wanted. To them, women have no value other than that. If women are powerful, the misogyny gets ramped up. How dare we expect to be treated as equals? We saw this in living color as Secretary Clinton ran for president.

If we look at the statistics on sexual abuse and domestic violence, the numbers are staggering. What happened to Dr Ford that night at a party when she was 15 is unfortunately the norm, not at all unusual. 3 out of 5 women have been sexually abused. Every single woman I know has been sexually harassed in her lifetime. I don’t know one who hasn’t been. Most women never tell anyone. Why would we? At this moment, over 100,000 rape kits around the country sit on shelves, evidence of rapes never investigated or prosecuted. They are forensic evidence of a crime, where the crime scene was the woman’s body. Not investigated. Can you think of any other types of crimes, burglary, murder, robbery, that go uninvestigated for decades? No? Me, either.

There is a disease of the soul in our culture today, a rot, that needs to be named, rooted out, and healed. It is misogyny coupled with malignant narcissism, where we have a political party in power that has hijacked the rest of the country, creating the same dynamic as an ongoing domestic abuse situation. America has become a battered spouse, with Republicans as the offenders, doing all the things offenders do; gaslighting, lying, making promises they don’t keep, and the country keeps hoping the offenders will change. Here’s a news flash for you: They won’t. They can’t. Their rage is too deeply seated. Our only solution is to divorce them.

I’m urging women everywhere to watch how these men are treating Dr Ford. It’s ugly, it’s sneaky, it’s dishonest. This is who they are. This is how they really feel about all of us. I know it hurts, but it’s true. In November, we can stand with women everywhere. We are strong. We can come together, and refuse to be abused any longer. Vote them out. Take their power away. Say no to abuse. I believe the country has a severe case of PTSD, at this point. Abuse does that. It’s fucking exhausting. Let’s get them out of office and start over, with empathy and kindness for all. This is a travesty. I stand with Dr Ford, and all survivors everywhere. I stand for women. I stand for the voiceless, too frightened to speak about their abuse. I always have, and always will. We will not be silenced. We will not be a party to our own diminishment. Not on my watch. In November, we’re coming for you. You know that saying, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? Get ready. We are the storm. The thunder. The lightning. Republicans have scorned us for decades. This is their Karma. Expect us. This is our moment of emancipation. It’s going to be a thing of beauty. Blessings, Rev Judith Star-Medicine

A Question Of Face

We’ve all heard the phrase ” To save face”, or ” to lose face”. Have you ever wondered where the concept of ” face” originated? Face is a Chinese concept, which, as many Chinese philosophies have done, spread through many other countries and cultures. Western culture has difficulty defining it or understanding it, mainly because Face is rooted in Eastern spirituality and an Eastern perception of mans place in the universe, which Western religions have no comparable teachings of.

To truly understand Face, and the complexity of it, one needs to have at least some background in Asian cultures and philosophies. While I make no claims to being an expert in all aspects of Asian religions, I believe my exposure to Taoism over a twenty year period of the study of Chinese medicine grants me some modest insights. I believe this is a very important time to have a conversation about Face. Here’s why.

First, let me clarify that this is not intended as a political post. It’s intended as a teaching, and it’s intended to inspire and uplift. Now… Face is not about the Ego construct of someone. It goes much deeper than that. Face is about honor, about respect, about being aware of the people and beings around you. Understand that in China and Japan, there is an indwelling sense of ones ancestors. A living awareness of family, history, and the sacrifices others have made. To act in a manner that brings shame upon ones family or ones ancestors is seen as a betrayal of all they have stood for. To diminish ones ancestors is seen as a grievous action. There is nothing comparable in Western traditions. To behave in a manner that ” blackens ones face” is something that impacts ones entire lineage. To bring disgrace and dishonor upon oneself reflects upon every aspect of ones life. This is much broader than the ego, clearly.

When we think about diplomacy, and diplomatic relationships with other countries and other cultures, the success or failure of those relationships depends upon treating others with respect. If an individual is incapable of doing that, then the state of our alliances and partnerships around the world will suffer. Unfortunately for our country, the man currently occupying the White House is personality disordered. He has been diagnosed as having Narcissistic Personality Disorder by a number of top psychiatrists and psychologists. ( A petition for his removal was signed by 26,000 licensed mental health professionals. ) A person with malignant narcissism is, by definition, incapable of empathy, and living from a place of respect. They are extremely susceptible to flattery and manipulation. They are without conscience, a law unto themselves. They have no honor and no face. They lie. Their word means nothing. Agreements and contracts are broken before the ink dries on the page. It is a condition that there is no cure for. They are sociopaths or psychopaths, depending on their degree of intelligence.

The United States is beginning to lose Face around the world. Our allies are recognizing the fact that the current president has no face. He cannot be trusted. From a karmic point of view, our government has a long history of breaking its word, breaking treaties. Just ask any Native American. We can change that. We deserve leaders in public office that are men and women of honor and integrity. This is not about Republicans vs Democrats. This is about our place in the world. Our position on defending Earth Mother, the children, the animals, the water, the air we breathe.

I choose to live from honor and compassion. I choose to live from empathy and respect for all living things. My word is my bond. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I want to live in a good medicine way, a way that brings honor to my ancestors, and to my teachers. I aspire to be a woman of great face, and I hope to inspire those around me to do the same. We must not tolerate those who have no face. They can have no place in our lives. We, the people, have the power granted to us by our Constitution, to demand the removal of this blight upon the land. Our survival depends upon it. Earth Mother is counting on us. I send my prayers and burn Sage and sweetgrass that this may unfold as quickly as possible. Join me in the intention to restore our Face in the world. May we once again become that refuge for all, as promised by our Statue of Liberty. We are one heart. Blessings, Reverend Judith Star-Medicine

When An FBI Agent Meets A Mystic: A True Story

When I first met my husband, he was building and maintaining Black Hawk helicopters for a living. He had been doing that for close to twenty years. He had worked on aircraft for most of his life, since college. He’s licensed to work on jets, helicopters, anything that flies. I found that fascinating. ( I find the fact that he can take apart pretty much anything with an engine fascinating. I can barely find the ignition slot in my car. On a good day.) Which brings us to my experience with the FBI.

Will Cook Photography

Sikorsy manufactures a number of different helicopters, including Marine One, the presidential helicopter. Anyone working on Marine One has to have an extensive background check, for obvious reasons. Those helicopters are kept in a separate hanger, guarded by, well, Marines. The background check includes interviewing pretty much everybody, really. Including a fiancé. Huh. So, I got a call from an agent, for him to come out to my home to conduct the interview. Uh oh.

I say uh oh, because, let’s face it, I’m nobody’s idea of normal. Neither is my house. I’ve always been the witch that lives in the woods, in the middle of east bumsfuck nowhere. My house at that time was surrounded on three sides by 1,000 acres of state land. It was magical, with soaring cathedral ceilings, and floor to ceiling stained glass windows. It was filled with crystals, drums, feathers, rattles, and bronzes, including sculptures of dragons, eagles, Buddhas, and Kwan Yins. Shelves of essential oils, metaphysical books, candles, tinctures, and herbs were displayed. Right. This poor guy had no idea what he was walking into.

I had a really long unpaved driveway. At the foot of my driveway was a purple sign, with my name, Reverend Judith Star-Medicine, ( yes, that IS really my legal name. Try getting THAT through the courts), logo, and what I do. Astrologer, Psychic, Tarot Card reader, Counselor, and my phone number. At the appointed time, I see the car pull into my driveway. And stop. Reading the sign. I started to snicker. The agent drives up to the house, gets out, and walks up the stone stairs to the courtyard, to my massive carved front door. He knocks. I open the door, and he’s holding up his badge for my inspection. He gives me his name, saying ” Hi, I’m Agent so-and-so. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” Oh, good. A sense of humor.

I invite him in. As he steps into the living room, he stops dead, head swiveling around like it’s on a hinge. He doesn’t know what to look at first. The entire living room was varying shades of purple, pale lavender walls, misty purple carpet, deep plum loveseats.. I had Native music playing, Sage burning… okay. He starts the interview. It was pretty basic stuff. Towards the end, he asked me if my fiancé had any political opinions that concerned me. I dropped my voice to a whisper, and leaned forward. He leaned forward also. Waiting. ” As a matter of fact, he does. He’s a Republican.” He burst out laughing. I said, ” I know! Can you believe it?”

When it was over, he said he had one more question for me that had no bearing on the interview, and I should feel free to say no. Me: Okay. What? Him: Can I have a tour? I laughed, and said, absolutely.

So, I gave him the tour of the house, explaining things as I went. Until we got to the master bedroom. See, I had forgotten about my collection of bumper stickers everywhere. Watching his eyes travel around the room, seeing sayings over the bed like: ” Get a taste of religion. Lick a witch.” And ” Beam me back, Merlin”. And ” Psychics do it with Spirit”. And ” I haven’t been the same since that house fell on my sister.” He had the same dazed look my husband had when he first saw them. Kind of like a deer caught in car headlights.

He asked to use the bathroom before he left. That’s full of bumper stickers, too. I figured he was probably already shocky, what the hell. Next to the toilet was a plaque that says:” Witch parking only. Violators will be toads”. On a cabinet over the toilet: ” Auntie Em: Hate you, hate Kansas, taking the dog. Dorothy.” Also, ” If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you”. It must have gone okay, because my husband worked on Marine One, along with the other helicopters, until he retired.

I take it for granted about what my space looks like. I don’t usually attract Muggles as clients. I live from magic and from my connection to Spirit and the supernatural. When a Muggle does visit, they’re usually not here to see me. They’re here to visit my husband, or repair something. That’s when I pause, and remember that there are a number of magically challenged beings out there. And that’s okay. Meeting someone like me is kind of fun for them, I think. Like going to the zoo. A nice way to spend a few hours, but not real life. Ironic, really, because meeting Muggles is exactly like that for me. I have to say, meeting an FBI Muggle was fascinating. I respect the hell out of what they do, all of our intelligence officers. The FBI, CIA, NSA, all of them. I’m going to enjoy the next few weeks, very much. Deciding to fuck with them was a monumentally stupid thing to do. But, this administration is not known for its brains. Getting my popcorn.  Blessings, Judith

** Thank you, Will Cook Photography, for the beautiful Black Hawk photo.