Cover image: A five-year-old Trump supporter in a video sent to Action News Jax
I woke up at 2:30 AM on January 20th, 2017 with a dream about the Trump inauguration now only a few hours away. I’m seeing Trump on the parade ground, or perhaps I am seeing him seeing himself on the parade ground in a black overcoat. As in the waking life, I’m feeling the shock of his imminent inauguration but I’m also seeing things from his perspective. His emotions seem little boy-like. He is nervously anticipating being honored, but also fearing public humiliation. He may be upset that he was unable to get A-List talent to perform at the inaugural ball. He doesn’t seem scary, doesn’t seem like a leader, he seems, in a sympathetic way, more immature and needy. The dream parallels a vision I had about Trump during an ayahuasca ceremony a few months ago (see my account of that here: The Agonizing Enlightenment of Ayahuasca). In both dream and ayavision he is revealed to be immature but not irredeemably bad. There is some confused intention to do good. He wants people to be proud of him.
I am perceiving Trump’s state of mind from the first floor of a house that is undergoing some sort of renovation. The place is a mess covered with debris from the renovation process. I feel like the work is being done irresponsibly somehow, and that I will be forced to clean up the mess. An older workman, who seems competent, professional, humble and reliable comes by and addresses my concern. “No, no,” he says, “we take charge of cleaning up everything.”
When I woke up the workman seemed like one of the “helpers within the collective unconscious,” a personification of some sort of autonomic self-regulatory force working invisibly beneath the surface. The dream left me still feeling a bit of impending Trumpocalyptic inauguration shock, but also strangely reassured. A messy process of renovation was occurring that looked chaotic and irresponsible, but was actually under intelligent control.
The intelligent control, of course, had nothing to do with Trump. The Donald was more like a little boy caught up in a process much larger than himself and beyond his understanding. He was only seeing things from the perspective of his needy identity. He was not in the house being renovated or even remotely aware of it. The renovation process was going on in parallel to the inauguration but was entirely separate from his ego awareness or control. The reassurance was that there were helpful, competent, humble forces that were working with the process responsibly.
I agree with Jung that dreams should not be taken as “the word of God.” For all I know this dream could be about my own inner workings and I am misinterpreting it to have any outer meaning. No one dream theory can account for all dreams. Dreams are infinitely varied and can serve any number of functions. This could be a wish fulfillment dream to help me deal with my anxiety about the inaugural.
I’m just sharing the infinite subjectivity of my interpretation of my dream, and am making no prophetic or predicative claim about it of any kind. Proceeding from that disclaimer, I feel the dream is showing Trump to be an unwitting part of a renovation process. The renovation will seem chaotic and be messy but intelligent forces of self-regulation are at work and will eventually clean up the mess.
I had a somewhat parallel dream about George W. Bush when he was president and I was at the peak of my antipathy toward him. In the dream, W was in a humbling workman role cleaning toilets. The implication seemed to be that some process was using him to do messy, unenviable work, and that he was dutifully playing his part.
On the other hand, very early after Putin’s rise to power—this was many years ago when we knew so much less about him—I had a terrifying and traumatic nightmare about him. ( I wrote about this dream in Twin Horsemen of the Trumpocalypse.) Unlike Trump, he seems like the personification of psychopathic Anti-Chirst energy.
The dream reinforces my sense that Donald Trump is no more and no less than an eruption of the collective unconscious—-an avatar generated by a psychoid matrix. Please see my earlier articles that develop this theme:
Dispatch from the Trumpocalypse
Take the Red Pill—Trumpocalypse Reveals that You Live in a Simulated Matrix
Just yesterday I learned of another amazing synchronicity that points toward Trump as an artifact of the collective unconscious and perhaps a simulated matrix.
The following was reported by Snopes:
Walter Trump, a confidence man, puts on a long robe and holds a tent meeting in the town of Talpa. He tells the townspeople that a cosmic explosion will rain fire on the town and that he is the only one that can save them from death. Ranger Hoby Gilman attempts to prove Trump is a fraud.
I discussed the subject of Trump as Matrix character in a trialouge with Daniel Pinchbeck and London-based author/researcher Anthony Peake. The podcast was just released yesterday. It was the third episode in Daniel’s new How Soon is Now podcast series which you can download and/or subscribe free on Itunes.
We will be recording a second Peake/Pinchbeck/Zap trialogue later today. Listening to the first two episodes of this podcast, which I had no part in, was an inspiring and encouraging experience I’ve long been hoping for—intelligent people challenging each other to look unflinchingly into what is happening on the deepest level of our world, and find life-affirming ways to work with the global transformation. The podcast is related to Daniel’s soon to be published book entitled How Soon is Now: From Personal Initiation to Global Transformation (available for preorder on Amazon). I haven’t read the book, but the title brings to mind the loosely translated and paraphrased, but eternally relevant, maxim of the rabbinic sage Hillel the Elder : “If not now, when? If not me, who?”
If not Trump, You
The meaning that I am currently drawing from this dream does not imply that all will be well and that we can merely standby and let the process unfold. The helpful forces of the unconscious usually work through us. Part of the self-regulatory process will no doubt be activists doing things they feel called to do, just as I plan to work as hard as I can to do the things that I feel called to do.
Trump will soon have the title “president,” but he is not in charge of, in control of, or even remotely able to comprehend, the larger process underway. For better or worse, you already have a President and that is your own “executive function.” If you are able to read this article then you have a functioning, waking ego consciousness able to make choices and carry out actions. Regardless of whether Abe Lincoln, Barak Obama, Donald Trump, Kanye West or a broken Teletubby is in the oval office, your position in life, while you still have your faculties, is unchanged: you are in a phenomenal world of shifting conditions and should use your executive function to do the best you can under the current circumstances. That is your eternal inauguration. If not Trump, you. If not now, when? As my friend, the late visionary poet Jack Savage, put it:
I’ll be my own priest and my own doctor,
My own King.
No one else shall be my King.
The King’s authority has been restored.
