First weekend, post Trump.

It’s been a few weeks since the insurrection on the U.S. Capitol.

A few years ago that would have seemed like headline from fiction, or history. Those were the days when people like Al Franken were resigning for matters that feel so trivial and comedic now. Before we all knew about Stormy Daniels, golden showers, before the kids being separated from their parents and put in cages, and before the majority of us knew that he was a full blown Nazi. Though, his sons murdering endangered species for fun might have been a clue of what was to come.

That good old pre-Trump era where although we’d all witnessed the beating of Rodney King, Michael Brown and so many more – most people decided that was just a few bad apples within police departments. On this first weekend, post Trump the majority now knows that the fight of the civil rights era in America never ended. That the racism that built so much of America never went anywhere. we learned from the insurrection that that hatred infiltrated police and armed forces. Most of us know that now, some are still learning it, some of us are marinating in what we hoped wasn’t under the surface, while some still have been marinating in it for generations.

I speak for myself that I won’t stop just because Trump is no longer predator in chief. The people I met, the connections, the magic of faith and hope that happened during that time. It was living through a war. An assault on the senses and the soul.

We’ve been shown what’s behind the curtain, and now we need to do something about it. Collectively. WWII we defeated the Nazis, but the ideology didn’t die. So, how do we deprogram a segment of society? That’s what i’ve been thinking about. If we can vaccinate the whole planet, we’ve got to be able to do this. We’ve seen horrors together and yet we’re living through a global pandemic where we can’t seem to learn that we’re all connected.

We can’t seem to learn that what one jerk does on one side of the planet can hurt people on the other. We can’t seem to learn that someone deciding they don’t need to wear a mask can kill someone they don’t know. This is the time where we have to actually handle our stuff. We can’t keep pretending we’re fine. We’re not fine. Humanity is far from fine. Yet, somehow I’m more hopeful than I’ve ever been about where we could go next. I believe we’re going to get through this healing crisis, but that we have to stop behaving as if we’re not connected to the people we don’t like. We are, and that’s why we’re here. Not everyone has to get along, but everyone has respect the connection. Until we do that, I’m afraid we’re going to keep circling the drain.

I’m going to dream big on this first weekend out of that hellscape of sorrow. I think that’s being fueled by brothers and sisters in Russia taking to the streets to reclaim their country, their will. Pushing for democracy and change.

We can change things.
We just did.


What was your first online handle?

Mine was Transcendz.
I wrote under that handle for 12 years. It was prophetic in so many ways, just like so much of what we are when we’re young. We’re pure channels, we vibrate so clearly. It was like my soul knew what I was supposed to be doing before my body did.

I used to write episodes of TV shows I liked. I wrote plays. I wrote stories. I wrote journals and poems. I won essay contests. I wrote for hyperreal.

Then I stopped writing online and I started making. I left writing behind unless it was for other people. I stopped writing for me. There’s a lot of reasons why, and they’ll all be in my upcoming memoir but for now i’ll just say, the reasons were good ones.

Finally it’s safe to write again. I feared that writing was self indulgent, or somehow too enjoyable to lean back into. That’s what happens when you’ve been an Executive Producer for 20 years. You get too logical. You do too competent a job of managing risk and sometimes you put down your own art.

This is me picking it back up.
Officially under my own name.

Transcendz still exists, it has a home. It’s for big ideas and magic.

This is a place is for stories.
I hope you enjoy.