Today I voted for Bernie Sanders, America's Last Best Hope

Storm the Bastille! Bernie Sanders is an inspiration to us all. He is, like Obama, an inspiration from the Holy Spirit into our body politic. Thank God for Bernie Sanders! Let's resurrect America!

I certainly don't agree with Bernie's governmental socialism. But Bernie is a light shining in the darkness of the American folk-spirit, and I'm grateful that he's illuminating our national scene. Don't turn away from Bernie just because he's a socialist! don't throw the baby out with the bathwater! We can put Bernie's basic goodness to good use!

I hadn't voted since 1969, when I was drafted into the military and gave up on the American political system. But now it's clear that we stand at the grave of civilization, and nothing less is required of us than a spiritual rebirth. 

Per Spiritum Sanctum Reviviscimus
Through the Holy Spirit we will be reborn

"Spirit Triumphant! Flame through the weakness of faltering, fainthearted souls! Burn up egoism, kindle compassion, so that selflessness, the lifestream of humanity, may flow as the wellspring of spiritual rebirth!" — Rudolf Steiner

There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

Julius Caesar Act 4, scene 3, 218–224

The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!

For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood

Upon our side, we who were strong in love!

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,

But to be young was very heaven!—Oh! times,

In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways

Of custom, law, and statute, took at once

The attraction of a country in romance!

When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights,

When most intent on making of herself

A prime Enchantress—to assist the work

Which then was going forward in her name!

Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth,

The beauty wore of promise, that which sets

(As at some moment might not be unfelt

Among the bowers of paradise itself )

The budding rose above the rose full blown.

What temper at the prospect did not wake

To happiness unthought of? The inert

Were roused, and lively natures rapt away!

They who had fed their childhood upon dreams,

The playfellows of fancy, who had made

All powers of swiftness, subtilty, and strength

Their ministers,—who in lordly wise had stirred

Among the grandest objects of the sense,

And dealt with whatsoever they found there

As if they had within some lurking right

To wield it;—they, too, who, of gentle mood,

Had watched all gentle motions, and to these

Had fitted their own thoughts, schemers more wild,

And in the region of their peaceful selves;—

Now was it that both found, the meek and lofty

Did both find, helpers to their heart's desire,

And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish;

Were called upon to exercise their skill,

Not in Utopia, subterranean fields,

Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!

But in the very world, which is the world

Of all of us,—the place where in the end

We find our happiness, or not at all!

Rudolf Steiner, "Verse for America"

May we be centered in the feeling

of compassionate love in our hearts

as we seek to unite with human beings who share our goals

and with spirit beings who, full of grace,

look downward on our earnest, heartfelt striving,

strengthening us from realms of light

and illuminating our love.