In early 2020, before covid shutdowns, while Democratic candidates were debating one another, I had a dream that Kamala Harris would be the first woman to become our nation’s president. In the dream, I was watching her being sworn in. I saw the camera pan over to the Clintons and the Obamas. I remember thinking, “where are the Bidens?” Joe Biden had yet to be chosen as the Democratic candidate. He hadn’t yet served as President, but I asked the question despite not seeing former Vice President Al Gore either. I still can’t explain that part of the dream, but I have experienced premonitions for as long as I can remember.
I had always been hesitant to talk openly about it because I was afraid of what people might think. I figured many people likely would dismiss me as crazy. However, when I took a barrage of tests issued by a neuropsychologist in 2017 (something I had requested because I could tell that my memory and focus were not what they once were), I decided to answer certain questions about my experience even though I knew my responses would get flagged. I cannot deny that I have visions, and I said that if I should be considered crazy, then so too should any religious person. I said this even though I believe there is a scientific explanation for why some people have clairvoyant experiences; there just needs to be a paradigm shift.
Anyway, as I worried about the future of this country, I prayed. I struck a deal that if it looked as though my dream was coming true, I would openly and publicly write about my paranormal experiences. I have friends and family who have urged me to do so for some time. I will say that visions often require interpretation, and it can be difficult to understand important details. For example, in 2013, I visited my deceased grandfather in a dream, which is something I have done quite often. My mom knew her Scottie dog was dying of cancer, and that dog was her soul mate; undoubtedly destined to be her spirit guide. I told my grandpa, who had always been there to comfort my mom when her pets died, and he said he would be there for her (I will tell a more complete version of this story in a future post). I saw that he was wearing a bandana around his face (we were in a community center), and I laughed and said he looked like Bazooka Joe. “Why are you wearing that?” I asked, to which he replied, “everyone is wearing face coverings.” I didn’t think much of that at the time, but when covid hit, it struck home. My grandpa had left new N95 masks (in their original package) in my basement from when we redid my hardwood floors. I didn’t realize that, but I found them and they helped me get through that first year of the pandemic when there were mask shortages.
You know, if Trump would have just ordered those masks when a business man approached him in early 2020, there would have been no need for shutdowns. The mask shortages are why public health officials didn’t initially recommend mask usage for the general public because healthcare settings did not have enough. Having enough high quality masks to go around would have saved lives. A nationwide shutdown that quickly became a patchwork of shutdowns certainly did not prevent the spread of covid. I will never forget the shit show that was the Trump administration’s handling of the pandemic. Covid took the lives of people I love. It still gets treated as though it were a hoax. Someone I once worked with is struggling with long covid. He was a healthy young man, and still he has had his life forever changed. He had to quit work, his wife had to reduce her hours so she could provide the care he needs. I hope that Biden’s recent covid diagnosis helps people realize that it is still a serious illness. It is important to take precautions. Nevada has high rates of covid transmission right now. It was no surprise to me that Biden got sick.
I know some people will think I am crazy. So what? Some people would think that just because I am liberal, or because I love cats, or for any number of reasons that actually make me more like so many other people. The division we feel is not just political; we all learn by making generalizations and comparisons, and it can be easy to get sucked into tribalism. As much as I would like my words to give my fellow defenders of democracy comfort, I want to warn everyone that they shouldn’t get too comfortable. We all need to unite to prevent Project 2025 from becoming our reality. Vote Democratic for democracy!
My future posts will focus much more on paranormal experiences, but I will still be addressing the issues important to me, including the environment, disability advocacy, poverty, and a new economic vision. Some of the visions I have had in the past provide a good lead in to discussing the Genuine Progress Indicator (GPI). What I will never do is seek to make a profit off of prophecy. That is not acceptable to me.
Your vision gives me hope then. As I've said before, I'm afraid the country is just too sexist and racist to vote in a woman of color. I really, really hope I'm wrong. For all of 2016, I kept telling people, "I'm afraid Hilary Clinton is going to lose," and everyone kept saying, "That's ridiculous, look at her opponent!" I was terrified, and I couldn't shake the fear, despite all the evidence. As it is now, I'm too traumatized by what happened in 2016 to know my true feelings about the upcoming election. For the past couple of weeks, I've had the strong feeling that Biden wouldn't serve a second term, which, of course scared me, but again, I wasn't sure if I that was just traumatic fear from the past. Also, the NYT had been bashing him so much for so long (part of the reason I stopped reading them), it really seemed like he was fighting a losing battle, so you really couldn't call my feeling any sort of clairvoyance. When the announcement came out, I felt intense relief. Maybe I was just relieved that the question was finally settled. I also feel more hopefulness than before. I think your vision has fostered some of that.