Last Monday morning, November 2 feels like two lifetimes ago. Our epic day started like this. It was just barely 9am and I reached out to my friend Michalli, she shrieked out a ‘yes!’ over the phone and a hour later we were cruising in my car down Route 80 towards Scranton with the smell of freshly picked up pizza wafting to us from the back seat.
Earlier that morning, I was sitting at my desk trying to make a nerve-racking decision to do something I had never done before in my adult life: Ditch my day. As I was treating my first few patients, I could not quell this excitement whirling around my gut. The sensation organized itself into words that traveled up to my brain. The message transmitted like this. There’s no way President Trump is gonna be in my hometown of Scranton the day before the election, and I’m not gonna be there to see him. The decision was final: there was no way I wasn't going. Thank You Rifky, Anna and Hanna for holding the office down that day.
Three hours later, in a world-class, Only In Scranton Moment, we rolled onto rally grounds 5 minutes before start time and found a perfect parking spot, one block away from the rally, right outside of a freakin airport. With that kind of divine-ease and small-town convenience, I knew I was home.
Walking towards the rally we felt the love, unity and most of all the normalcy exuding from the throngs of people huddled around us. As if the crowd walking in lock-step with us understood the absolute hero of this man. They collectively exuded the real subtext of his election: the continuation of freedom in America.
We made a friend during the rally. A 20 year old kid, with a bonafide and certified Scranton accent that made my heart sing. He had come to the rally by himself. He leaned in close to us and yelled over all the noise, “You guys know, Corona is over in two days.”
This young kid understood something profound that more and more people are waking up to: A suspicious virus coming out of China was utilized by the Democratic Party as a means of mind control and behavior control before an election. A weapon of fear that was used to terrify a nation to accomplish one agenda: to create enough chaos to get their candidate elected.
How do I know this, you might wonder. Besides for the mysterious Covid-absent Biden victory rallies, another suspect came forward as even bigger proof.
The CDC. More accurately, the absolute hypocrisy of the CDC. On Election Day, the CDC issued a statement that people with Covid can go to the polls, IN PERSON. The same people with Covid, who had been treated like lepers in hospitals, left to die alone, were suddenly no problem going to polling places. The same people made to quarantine in sealed rooms in their own homes and be contact traced with all kinds of freedom stripping horror, suddenly became free agents to move about society when they saw Trump killing it on election day. It was also interesting to see how #socialdistancing came in real handy to the poll workers wanting ‘extra privacy.'
And the twisted plot has finally revealed itself. This chokehold on freedom was never about #stoppingthespread of a virus. Stopping the spread of something invisible had always been an endeavor bereft of common sense. The absolute height of futility. Inside this election is where Coronavirus unmasked itself to be a fear-fueled, gaslit attempt towards disorientation of the masses.
These past 8 months were about preventing the re-election of an inconvenient man standing in the way of a hostile democrat party takeover. Only we weren’t supposed to notice because we were afraid of a virus. Our President was the only barrier standing in the way of their steady hypnosis of the masses towards exchanging every personal and religious freedom for an illusion of safety.
You may wonder, if coronavirus was about an American election, why did other countries fall for it? Other countries saw an opportunity. To grab the wheel of a shiny new updated model of communism and take it out for a test drive. This virus offered countries a one-size-fits-all vehicle of dictatorship, for the leaders of the world to give a whirl and steamroll their own vested interests and flatten their people. Except for Sweden. I’ll never understand Sweden.
The virus was a pre-mediatated, pre-election distraction. Do not spend another ounce of your precious energy discussing a Virus that was used to fool you. A virus that caused medical mismanagement and panicked mistakes. We all know people who got sick, we all heard about people who died. That is called life. We don’t shut down Torah and Mitzvot out of fear of things we cannot control. In 5000 years we never have.
The media knew something sinister. They knew if they held a magnifying glass to disease and death it would obscure our peripheral vision. Distraction was the name of the game. But we are waking up. We have our full vision restored and can spot our most precious commodity hanging in the balance, Freedom. And we will never again let our freedom be tampered with. Never again.
This election and all the horrendous fraud that came with it, made me notice an interesting phenomenon about evil. Evil is myopic. It cannot see itself. Evil has tunnel vision. Evil is so frantically over-calculated and hyper-focused that it doesn’t notice the people standing around it, looking right at it with their mouths gaping open. It doesn’t see it’s own blatant scrambling. Covering widows. Blocking access. Stalling for time. Being statistically and mathematically implausible. Bursting water mains. I mean, Come On Man.
One video in particular stood out to me. Did you see it? A video of an ordinary looking woman filling out a stack of ballots, one by one, while a man captured it all on video above her.
We are witnessing the banality of evil. I always thought evil looked like the Joker from Batman. Turns out, it looks more like the nice lady from down the block who found herself caught up in something.
But I come to you with good news. I drove home from the Trump rally with a palpable goodness that remains nestled inside my heart as I sit here writing. The goodness of ordinary people joining together with no ulterior motive than to carry the torch for a prosperous and free country to the next generation. I still feel the warm positive energy that coalesced all around me on that cold blustery day. I remember the split-second whoosh of masculine energy that emanated from President Trump as he strutted right past me on the tarmac off of Air Force One. He was the tall embodiment of Alpha energy and strength. Only in Scranton is it that easy to work your way through the crowd and come face to face with a President. Kayleigh too.
The internet has shown us weeks of massive grass roots rallies and marches for President Trump. All the way from Beverly Hills to Amish country. When the most innocent and un-manipulated among us, hang Trump flags off their horse and buggy, I will get behind that. Every time.
Here’s the good news. That mammoth, world-wide volume of enthusiasm and gratitude towards Trump pre-election day is not lost. Einstein said, energy is never lost, only converted. That energy is now being re-channeled and re-directed toward God. All that love for President Trump and for the freedom he represents is now organizing itself upwards towards storming the heavens for the sake of truth to prevail.
There is a strong parallel trend on Facebook. The same people who express love for President Trump also speak of how salvation comes to us from one place, Heaven. Author and influencer David J. Harris Jr. spoke it best, He said, “I turned off the news last night and this morning. Because for me, as a believer, I have to guard my heart. Guard my peace. I believe there is something very spiritual happening. We have to rest. We have to go pray. We have to really hear from God. If you really press into Him, He will speak peace to you. He will give your heart rest. He is at work doing something. We cannot forget the founding fathers all believed and loved the Bible. And because of that, I believe that God loves this country. And because you and I are praying for this country I believe that there will be stop-gap placed. We don’t have to see how, we just have to believe.”
We are on our knees praying for our beloved and beleaguered President like never before. Our love, hope and faith is being registered, unified and codified by our King of kings in Heaven. Our job now is to trust God’s timing and be loyal to our President. To remember every good President Trump has done for us.
Understand this. We create reality together with God. Asher Barah Elokim La’asos. Creation is an infinite verb. Creation is constantly unfolding. How do we know we are part of the creation process? We are called Tzelem Elokim by God. He called us by the only name He used for Himself during creation. Why? To remind us we have constant influence over creation. How do we influence outcomes? By using our good mood and robust imagination to think good and know it will be good.
V’ayaar Hashem Ki Tov. ‘And God saw that it was good.’ Hashem’s model for the creation process was presented simply, so we could easily mirror it. Think it, Speak it, then stand back and admire how good it came out. Repeat.
By now, most of us have heard underground rumors about ballot watermarks and a possible sting operation set into motion by President Trump because he feared this exact kind of voter fraud. When I watched a video about that, I felt a a flush of endorphins release into my veins. All I could think was this; Hashem, You beautiful hero. You created the refua before the makka.
I suddenly remembered a loop of divine redundancies that struck my eye last week. Three similar looking Alephs from three different places jumped into my field of vision. Aleph points to the master Alpha Himself, Hashem, Alufo Shel Olam.
The first Aleph came from the Lubavitcher Rebbe who predicted 30 years ago that this year would be the year of “P’laot Ar’enu, Wonders, I will show you.”
I spotted the second Aleph in Parshat Lech Lecha. “El Ha’aretz Asher Ar’eka,To the land that I will show you”
The third aleph reached me from a verse of Tehilim I read on Shabbos afternoon. Zove’ach Todah Yechab’duninee, V’sam derech, Aar’enu B’yesha Elokim.” (Psalms 50:23) “He who offers praise, glorifies me. He who sets his path, I will show the Salvation of God.
Let us set our path on the the constant praise and glory of God. Let us trust God will touch down His Mighty I in the world. I don’t want to miss a single minute of the miracles He will bring. Hang on tight, the #YearOfAmazement has arrived and THE BEST IS YET TO COME!!
Gila is a wife, mother, and dentist living in Cedarhurst NY.