My mortal enemy, the white knight

A cross post with my list

(I’m cross-posting this with my other email list, so some of you will see it twice, but I realized once I sent it that it really belonged here, too).

"In chess, white and black are mortal enemies, but the men who move them are often good friends." - Wilhelm Steinitz

As the political signs sprout like malignant mushrooms along my little road, a road on which I've never seen a political sign in 14 years of living here, I've been reflecting on this disease state, in which neighbors are suddenly pitted against neighbors. It's easy enough to say, "it's all a show, the real power struggle takes place far beyond the reach of ordinary folks," but we find ourselves in a situation where those deep forces have insinuated their poisonous tendrils so utterly into every facet of life that everyone stands to lose something if their opponent takes the board.

And there are certainly those among the crowds who relish the thought of treading forcibly and smugly upon those they disdain, or despise, or feel wronged by.

We're in a heck of a mess.

A hurricane is a true acute, as I've explained: it comes from the outside, lays a path of destruction, and ends, come what may. But this bitter rancor that iterates in four-year cycles of increasing intensity is not a true acute. There is a deeper disease.

Every four years, we're told, that one is the problem, this one ain't great but it's better than that one, everything you hold dear depends on it, etc. In the past eight years, it has reached a pitch I've never witnessed; never in my 39-at-the-time years had I seen people rending their garments and tearing their hair over the outcome of an election.

In this case, though, the election tally is the vector that triggers what I, in homeopathic language, call "an acute expression of a chronic disease." As with any chronic condition, there are multiple symptoms that illustrate the dynamic, but underneath it all is a profound sense that things are not okay, that the world is oscillating in ever-more-eccentric gyrations, ready to roll right off the axis at any moment.

Some part of many of us feels unsafe in a way that feels faceless and uncontrollable. In order to keep us from identifying the root and healing the disease, the agents and agencies that thrive on it, or cannot live without it, find ways to turn us against each other, and create stakes that are very real.

In an anarcho-tyrannical society, he or she who wields the whip hand decides to whom the rules apply, and the race becomes one of outrunning, not the bear, but the other guy, to remain either invisible to, or apparently aligned with, the side of greater power and force.

And that, dear reader, totally sucks.

Humans cannot live like that indefinitely, and so the tension builds, and builds, until it finds an outlet, and that is when we see the acute expression of the chronic disease.

For which, sometimes, we need the acute remedy, before we can address the deeper state (I, personally, favor tar and feathers, but I'd also settle for a giant sinkhole).

When we are in that state, we should not pretend we are not experiencing those feelings. They are as real as anything else we feel. But we also have to recognize when the sensation in the body, and the story in the mind, doesn’t accurately reflect the immediate reality.

Actual impending death requires real action, but existential angst and drama requires that we step back and say, “who is causing my pain right now? Is it me, or is it really happening, right here, right now?” Our healing comes from matching the pain with a reflection of the pain, an acknowledgement of the pain, and then the deep confidence that the vital force has the resources to persevere, and to thrive.

That’s deep healing, without drugs. We can be that healing for each other.

(Warning! Here comes the pivot to the homeopathy-specific content!):

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