Apparently, the Moonbat Olympics Qualifying was going on in San Francisco this week, but I was busy having a real life and I missed one of the events. From Instapundit I was made aware of an article that explains the Obama messiahthing (I cannot say ‘enlightened’ because I am a hopeless putz and can never hope for true enlightenment). Warning: swallow, put your fork down, send the kids out of the room, and have a bag handy. You want to know what it is about Obama?
No, it’s not merely his youthful vigor, or handsomeness, or even inspiring rhetoric. It is not fresh ideas or cool charisma or the fact that a black president will be historic and revolutionary in about a thousand different ways. It is something more. Even Bill Clinton, with all his effortless, winking charm, didn’t have what Obama has, which is a sort of powerful luminosity, a unique high-vibration integrity.
High-vibration integrity? Really? What about Grandma, Bill Ayers, Jeremiah Wright, and Tony Rezko? All under the bus.
Many spiritually advanced people I know (not coweringly religious, mind you, but deeply spiritual) identify Obama as a Lightworker, that rare kind of attuned being who has the ability to lead us not merely to new foreign policies or health care plans or whatnot, but who can actually help usher in a new way of being on the planet, of relating and connecting and engaging with this bizarre earthly experiment. These kinds of people actually help us evolve. They are philosophers and peacemakers of a very high order, and they speak not just to reason or emotion, but to the soul.
This is a stunning performance ladies and gentlemen. You folks in California or Seattle might not see anything wrong with this article, but here in Idaho, not even Bill Cope, one of the leftover hippies writing for the Boise Weekly can rise to this level of nutballery. In Idaho, this person would be considered “at risk of hurting themselves or others” and everyone would keep a watch out for them.
Now, Obama. The next step. Another try. And perhaps, as Bush laid waste to the land and embarrassed the country and pummeled our national spirit into disenchanted pulp and yet ironically, in so doing has helped set the stage for an even larger and more fascinating evolutionary burp, we are finally truly ready for another Lightworker to step up.
Barack Lightyear our Messiah, come to save us all from the eeevvviiilll Bushitler… hmmm, kinda has the zip, doesn’t it? I guess when you don’t have a real resume, a “narrative” is just as good. No wonder the mainstream media gets a thrill up their leg covering this guy. And I doubt all of us bitter Neanderthal conservatives, clinging to our guns and our Bibles, believing in an ancient diety who died will understand the opportunity that has come to mankind at just the right time in our evolution, in the form of the lightworker Barack Lumino Obama.
There’s a vast amount of positive energy swirling about that’s been held back by the armies of BushCo darkness, and this energy has now found a conduit, a lightning rod, is now effortlessly self-organizing around Obama’s candidacy. People and emotions and ideas of high and positive vibration are automatically drawn to him. It’s exactly like how Bush was a magnet for the low vibrational energies of fear and war and oppression and aggression, but, you know, completely reversed. And different. And far, far better.
Obama is going to ride this horse, laughing his ass off, all the way to the White House. No, I take that back. He will believe it about himself. And the people behind him will be the ones laughing, and working hard to change this country into something the Founders hated with all of their beings, and did their best to warn us against. There is a serious side here that frightens me. When otherwise intelligent people set aside their ability to think rationally and process information to the degree that this writer has, and so many others it seems, there is a very real threat to our freedom when enough of these people confer power on a man like this. Thrill up your leg? No, more like hair standing up on the back of your neck.
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