Show of force -this is a wide-ranging essay on conscious and subconscious aspects of a populace coming under attack from its sitting president. Maybe by posting it, I can clear my conscience.
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When we are rattled and ‘up at arms’, our brain’s consciousness is reptilian. Logic is displaced. Wisdom is off-line temporarily.
Our thinking brain, receiving blood at the end of many arterial branches, doesn’t receive as much when more proximal parts are dilated until we learn new stuff- enhancing responses but not completely ameliorating the initial paucity of blood flow- when our f’ear body is turned on.
Those who’ve been treated k’ingly as a habit, haven’t necessarily developed this skill.
While others defer to them, they have no need. They are surrounded by protective entities and bathed in accolades.
Because heart ‘hears’ before the eyes comprehend, heart first stirs his being and milieu into action before thoughts are even mobilized.
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Having the shortest distance to the third eye, the eyes judge first – to protect heart’s center and lineage.
The ‘reptile’s’ heart center is focused on ”enemies” (and “frenemies”) when one’s world is steeped in fear. Then life is dedicated to Saturn who rules by measuring and weightiness.
Reptiles’ brain first ‘sees’ gleam- size and direction of movement as it comes towards.
Eyes judge based on lineage’s precedence.
We parse light epigenetically from our collective’s perspective. What we see is described by our inner language. It turns out the closer we look – you’ll see tons of details.
Much of language is unwitnessable – as a body has a myriad of ways to communicate via heartbeat, muscle tone, and smell – in addition to behavioral telltales.
Until one masters their eyes, bodies are a hot mess of reactivity -even if underneath a calm exterior.
For those who’ve been treated k’ingly, for fun, let’s call them the “reds”, even if they did nothing other than scare the bejesus out of their un-kinsmen by looking like tall pale wraiths or just saying “boo”, you’re riveted –you’re in their power then and yours goes to zero.
It’s not their fault they were born that way. They’ve learned their frozen exterior from those in their collective parents, teachers, principals etc. All beings who taught them how to lie and keep their face straight when they weren’t feeling it.
As hu(e)-mans, you need to anchor into yourself –and release expectations of help from them.
Here’s an introduction to who you might become: https://drjenwyman-clemons.com/2025/10/04/introducing-our-inner-king-and-queen/
Everything about our tall light leaders, so far, is fake – except their appetites of processed food and trafficking young wom(b)-men.
The healthiness (and unhealthiness) of their habits show on them later in life- when their MC progresses from its natal position to the 12th house cusp– as it does, one degree per year.
And after going through the eleventh house of personal resonance- good luck from like-wise friends and acquaintances. Everything was going so well…until sh*t hits the fan – and their status, personality of being, is disrupted but good.
They’re undone by their unscrupulous efforts. Depending on where they’re born, this is generally after 60 – 90 years.
While not outstanding in terms of merit or creativity, his ‘invaders’ gain power from bearing and carriage –while you stopped to look at them.
Someone, usually his or her mom, told him and her, it was their “birthright” – to be winner.
And it is. Most elected leaders are tall and fair; we elect them to make our wishes come true.
They don’t have to “do anything” other than be a version of eye candy – while you grip with tension and later gripe after being in their presence.
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He feeds his spirit by you giving him your attention.
He, his minions, and his troops needs to see your foveas’ shining – he has ~no spirit of his own. He has no respect or bee-leaf in astrology, at least until now. He doesn’t understand the world of sacred doesn’t always mean scared.
He lives for congratulatory words, especially from father and his father’s figures. His G-d is money and power. He’s rewarded only after he’s done his other’s bidding.
When his father’s “kingdom” is under threat – or when he’s weak or dying- as he is now, he rallies his minions -those nearby who likewise out-source their spirit to him.
They don’t know about their inner leader or light of self- yet. Theirs is extinguished by mother’s candid and impassioned utterances– said when she was deranged and angry but they were young and their world was literal. As her kin witness her wrath, concepts imprint on their psyche.
F’earful, they’ve not developed themselves other than according to their society’s standard – which until now is minimally and often requires a surgeon’s knife.
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As a recipient of his “show of force”, let’s say, the “blues”, as one is faced with troops’ faces, lives intersect.
(Please know, troops have even weaker spirits than the leader and father’s minions by virtue of their harsh climate of dialogue; in the army enlisted are treated like scum.)
As their pasty face looks back at you- peeping out from under heavy helmets, have mercy – their spirit is near- dead from its burdens and destructive vocalizations.
Look carefully in their eyes – you’ll see vacancy – especially as they are often heavily medicated when they step out into battlegrounds.
You’ll be reviving them too -when you step out to look at them.
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Marching through a normally, if not peaceful, bustling area- used to feet commercing, their “show of force” will rile each being.
Even though armed and in uniform, the ones ‘forcing themselves’ between and through crowds are like a giant phallus parting hu(e)-manity’s sea. No wonder they call it a phalanx.
Please know this phallus has ED -Erectile Dysfunction. They can’t get it up themselves any more, they have to be excited by someone else. And that only happens when their heart is in it – by being fed lies and untruths.
With intrusions, the intruder is in new territory – even though s/he’s “practiced scenarios”, s/he’s in a version of fight, flight, freeze, or fawn. Just as you are- too. Especially if his or her sergeant yelled at him/her or s/he and s/he’s rattled from PT.
While they’re facing you boldly, many inside are terrified. This makes them unpredictable.
Move slowly around them; keep your hands visible.
In formation, pushing through, S/He’s like a caged animal forced into ranks.
You see these “displays of force” are there to incite both groups of collectives.
Please know, your spark, which he hopes to elicit by your reactivity, then dim, is their “drug”.
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Incited, “blues” voices gain urgency in cadence and pitch. Their arms go into action as they gesticulate. They stir their collective into action like conductor with his orchestra.
Engaged “against”, their hobby and frills economy goes kaput. They’re lead away from their “productive and fulfilling” lives – though both sides in actuality have vanishingly little.[1]
As “blues” spirit rises up against “reds” ‘show’, your neighbors’ get in on the game too. Call it mutual empowerment.
Even old men dulled by harsh lives get aroused by lies, untruths, and heinous actions against their children- (but not those ‘others’).
This is natural and instinctual; they don’t care about who’s being abused and trafficked – if it doesn’t involve them. That’s fair enough for now.
So next time someone sets another on you – please know they aren’t accessing their own spark. They need yours.
Lol, you could even take this as a complement.
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Here’s an irony. The father-figure Fuhrer starts wars and responds to his minions’ fears -hoping to revive himself.
Minions are held together by bonds of brotherhood, not faith. As they coalesce, their lightness falters. They get gummed up in each other’s grief and miseries –call it a Dr. AMA’s (drama) mini-series.
When a leader’s words call another being or group a “huge threat to (his version) of society” that he’s “got to stamp” out – he’s referring to the other with extra derogatory titles.
Instead of just saying their names, while he treats them punitively, he also gives them power with a title’s added vowels and consonants as he’s applied them.
He strengthens them as derivatives and puns– by design. Now they ‘get to’ prove him right.
Meanwhile he’s got to pay those who empowered him – the miners, smiths, and jailers.
He loves it when you “get upset” – then his troops have a reason to pound your flesh.
Please know, he’s reflecting his inner cocoon of be(e)-leafs and wisdom- and his life’s (extremely) polarized and perfected choreography.
In reality, he has no idea about you, yours, or what makes you tick – but wants to wipe the smile off your face.
Ailing, with his k’ingly will gone, he sends a “show of force” against such “alien” beings and kills “drug smugglers” – the latter technically an act of war.
This enlivens both and resists any attempts to capture or ‘quell’ said condition. His actions help solidify polarizing institutions- he wishes.
He does this because he’s melting. His world is going away and he has, until now, no spirit or soul of its own. His patriarchs don’t know what to do themselves as wo(e)-men resist their power by gaining theirs. This is good.
His will was stamped out long ago by his mother’s harsh words – echoed now by his significant others.
Meanwhile his minions and conquests give them their hearts and gold – which he “touches whenever he wants”.
Gifts of spirit, even if extracted, are transitory and intangible- can’t be kept or sustained; without steady access to his inner source, he’s ravenous.
Before he’s gone, he’ll call many more into action- as he tries to take their spirit. But it won’t work and never has.
Every group similarly treated has sprung back ten-fold! And brought even more!
“Red” needs “your “blues” spirit for resuscitation.
Spirit leaps from your tongue. You are loud as you are sure. You can’t help but talk and speak “your truth” against such a ‘show’.
Speaking loudly, you’ll wake your neighbors too – and gain new connections as a result.
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Call this confrontation mutual empowerment – but yours will last and his won’t. There’s “peace”, deathly quiet, more than ease from focused attention, as a result.
When “everyone goes home” to lick their wounds- his soldiers will go home to their pervasively destructive lifestyles and language – and you won’t.
In the name of your ‘peoples’ (and the power of l’Ove), you’ll go home to honey-tongues. At least one grandmother in your collective will sing- preserving your homey hives of self; she gives you honey when life feels bitter. Such is a grandmothers’ super power.
(L’Ove is anything that supports your Orphic egg of creative self- that includes every part of your world’s collective- as you ‘serve the highest and greatest good for all beings including you (and me) down to your tiptoes’.)
The “reds” don’t have any of this “Pink Superpower”. Being “red” is the result of absorbing all but red from white light. Until now they’re devoid of internal L’Ove’s energies.
Instead, they have cold war councils – and sterile spa treatments and lots and lots of fancy entertaining as they surround themselves with eye-candy. They ornament themselves with cold Saturnian blood-diamond bling.
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By its harsh and abusive practices, the military is intentionally destabilizing and destructive to creative will.
Even though on the outside it’s testimony to integration; inside it stinks. Men are shells of themselves. With their experiences they get PTSD. Their children are unhappy creatures. Good thing it’s shrinking.
(This is also true for collectives with few options for economy other than being highly co-dependent – caring for others before themselves- such as those in professions: nurses, doctors, and other first responders oriented to “saving” people.
Each has sublimated their will to help others gain reward. They do this to be celebrated as “making a difference” -while they drag themselves down caring for those who don’t.
If their efforts really worked, they actually saved hu(e)-mans to become their greatest selves, there would be loads more vibrant helpers – and there aren’t.)
Ironically, of all the institutions in the USA, the military is most integrated. Half the troops will look like those they’re attacking. This seeds the ranks with poisoned morale after they’re sent in to do his dirty work.
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With a president’s unwarranted attacks, he will stimulate more underground economies–physical and metaphorical. He’ll strengthen dissent.
As he covers himself with gold inside and out, he’ll see even less of you. He’s becoming gold leafed from touching it all the time as he painted his Oval office; he might even take a gold supplement.
(Like all metals, gold energizes melanocytes to absorb and use for its light deflecting properties. His skin, and s’kin, entities relying on his appearance of being like him, will suffer, even though he’s Caucasian.)
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Outwardly, instead of just a couple of days slowdown after typical ‘death’ and ‘dark holiday’, the results of his attacks will last. https://drjenwyman-clemons.com/2025/04/25/an-example-of-federal-money-wasting-that-could-be-tweaked/
Productivity amongst the “blues” will slow as people don’t do well with their new understanding of restrictive reality- and now insurance won’t cover them as that’s been cancelled too.
In general, underground eco-nomy (repeat purchases of named items and related activities), is spiritually depleting. This one is built on resistance and hatred ; others are built from shaming.
Underground economies degrade Gaia’s psyche – as manifest by unkempt and barren lands surrounding his projects – armed forces installations, hospitals, prisons, and ghettos.
With increased dysfunction, as a system ‘falls apart’ and its pieces fly off, his milieu breaks down- cutting it apart like enzymatic degreaser acting on a biofilm.
Broken collectives will need to be reassimilated back into fruitful relationship.
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While the president sent troops all around the country – helping everyone to get off their duff and rally –while he also shut the government down, he’s energizing a very large counter- populace. Whether this actually helps him, we’ll see. In the long run – it will be useful for our hu(e)-man populace.
Truths don’t die, nor do injustices- but both can be clarified- and released from their silver linings.
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Both gods and men, from Her vantage, act destructively. What matters is how a thing is done.
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Until one trains their eyes, when lighter ones give attention to another usually thought of as ‘not-so’ whether good or bad, (but not indifferent), darker hu(e)-man’s inner heart slavers.
Facts are facts – a light body stands out.
Add that to your body of hermetic knowledge about cause and effect as within/is without; as is above, is below, etc.
The only way around it is to become lighter than they (?grammar) – wear light clothes, hats, even white face paint. Ghost them yourselves.
Speak highly of and to yourself – treat each other like the G-ds you are. Nurture your king of self. Stay out of his mess(es). (In German, Die Messe means Mass – so you might eschew traditional church too – at least for now).
Act like your 3-year old is always listening. And be kind to your habitus, avoid needless repetitive injuries and violent sports. Take more breaks. Enjoy breathing deeply and exhaling slowly.
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Another unintended eventually consequence towards “healing” the USA: the singularities of intrusions and impassioned rallying will further spur a subset of individuals – to seek answers.
Some for revenge, others justice; some to look at roots and looking for ways to not have/get to repeat itself.
The ‘meek’ will dig deeper into ‘how can we make/ be the change”- that this “never happen again”. More will turn to their G-d and Higher Power. Good!
Seekers are using their Mars. Some for the very first time. Their desire for change is awakened. Hurray!
Some will even believe His answers- as they surrender their fractured bee- leafs on His altar.
While transgressions rob them of their inner honey which when gone feels like a great sucking wound- in time they’ll recover it doubly.
During dis- and re-integration, is a time for instability and karma formation. So go extra-slowly; passion cools to brittleness.
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And since shutting down the government affects those in the armed forces, he gave them a huge stress dose – and wake-up call as to whom they are serving – FYI, it has always been the oligarchs.
Being the most “integrated” business in the country, every unit in the armed forces has some “others” in them. Some end up face to face with ~brothers and sisters. As capriciousness reigns, their morale weakens – their heart breaks as they turn on those similar.
Some, who bee-leaf in the will of this land’s free liberty and freedom, truth and justice -might not reenlist.
They’ll join FEMA instead.
Or perhaps become museum docents– giving tours of war machines.
They could also help companies with strategies, logistics, and rallying.
With his new job, our non-reupped soldier will learn a new set of rules and verses – and expand his vocabulary. He’ll have opportunity to gain power, wisdom and knowledge.
He’ll lift his collective as a result. Some collectives have only known a military lifestyle of rigid hierarchy where corporal punishment is the norm. As a group, they’re stunted- mindlessly following orders and commands.
Sorry to be so harsh, but that was my experience in my more than 20 year military medicine career on both east and west coasts.
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Like Chiron’s wound, our waveform cannot heal, no matter which art s/he applies to it, if s/he in any way keeps naming it.
Better to refer to a negative event as if it were a minor inconvenience. I know this is counter-intuitive but it works to regain one’s inner balance and harmony later.
Bringing lineages together from two very two different sets of wave forms is awesome. Even “brutes” can be “cured”.
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No matter who you are in this essay, Gaia has delights waiting for you – perfect as you are in Her light by His will.
By your wise efforts you’ll gain excellence, titles, and rank.
She is the torch; He is the light. A torch has to be born high to cast it’s light broadly that requires a hu(e)-man’s arm power.
Those with bright blue eyes, are blinded by their own light- s/he can’t see angelic beings. (yet). Their kneeling is play acting.
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When the soldiers come, start singing your heart’s song and lullaby. Sing theirs if they don’t know it.
Help them remember, even though they’re red outside and inside ice blue- they too are devi of l’Ove wanting to be freed from their father’s stifling home.
Help them remember they’re a l’Ove being as you sing to them. Use your pink G-d super power! (The holy triple flame has blue, pink, and yellow components for power, love, and wisdom. While we’re all three underneath – most have one or two stifled and gooped by our familial lineages.)
They haven’t experienced this – it will freak them out and melt their hearts.
But keep you belly button and below out of it.
Don’t go organizing them– but keep receptive and ready your terms of engagement. They need your heart’s kindling, not your reactive light body.
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And if you happen to be a domestic caretaker caring for a ghostly individual, please know when you share your heart tenderly, it can feel painful against their hard nuts and kernels.
Let their f’ears (unspoken entities of fear they listen for) of you be assuaged as you both come to work side-by-side –each creating their own works such as in ‘souk collective’.
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Meanwhile for both groups, get skills to use your hands in new and different ways.
Learn new words and vocabulary of tool use. You’ll gain power as a result.
As you practice your beloved craft, you’ll also gain in efficiency and excellence.
Share your art with your friends- and fiends. Be an inspiration to others. Song your name’s vowel songs whenever you can. Kiss your palms.
Honor your waveform’s beauty and l’Ove body on Fridays. Pat yourself gently all over and say out loud, “I love you” – and other phrases of kind endearment- AND MEAN IT! Kiss your palms.
Smile at yourself in the mirror. In time it will brighten. Try it, you’ll see.
[1] Please know, many enlisted soldiers with ranks of E-3 and below with families, qualify for food stamps. They’re often poorer than the populations they’re “visiting”.
Like those they’re “up against”, their earnings contribute to a tiny tiny sliver of the 2.5% of GDP’s economy (monies exchanged from echo-naming- purchasing a thing over and again). so far 2.5% of the GDP is the fruit of 50% of the US populace. This can and will change.
To gain power, wo(e)-men need to speak less, not more.
When wo(e)-men use words more often in a conversation – their words are less weighty (dividing the number of words uttered in a measure of time) compared to most men in a conversation. In time, their inner milieu will shift and lift- helping their generations. and the speech will equalize.
At least those are my thoughts as I consider our state of mess. Everything is Inshallah – a la huma(ns) or Alla humah.
