What’s the difference between Reno and Phoenix? The tale of two Trumps is our tale, our story of two selves: one that feels authentic and the other that feels in exile and alone in the world. One self feels at home in the world; the other feels estranged. One feel authentic, the other feels inauthentic, just playing a role, reading a script, just pretending to be real.
How to these two selves (these two Trumps) find the Eclipse, the Totality or atonement? Where is the One that as no second? Trump can’t find it. In Phoenix he is at one with his people. They create a virtuous circle of positive feedback and love and energy, growing and growing like two people making love. At Reno is is in a vicious circle, a feedback of pain and isolation, here he knows he is phony, just a shadow person with his heart not in it. At Phoenix Trump is energized and restored; at Reno he is depleted and undone. He loathes himself at Reno; he loves himself at Phoenix. Don’t we all have these polarities? Aren’t we all yearning for the totality. I know I am.
But Trump, like us all, is caught in a Catch 22. Damned if we do and damned if we don’t. This is the vise of life, designed for a purpose, designed so that we will make the leap, when we are sick and tired of the suffering, to leap for the Totality, an eclipse of the duality that is not unlike the caterpillar leaping to be a butterfly without having any idea whatsoever a butterfly is.
Trump is offered the leap when he became President, but he can’t make it, he can’t jump, he can’t step off the diving board. He doesn’t believe there is any water in the pool. He doesn’t believe he can fly. So he stays in the totally that energizes him, the totality of US versus the Other. US is the totally, but US depends upon there being the Other, the threat to us, a common enemy that unites us. Our pseudo eclipse, our totality is a fake totality because it doesn’t include the Other. The yang doesn’t include the yin.
Of course, the totality of the President is the whole nation, but the totality of Trump is half the nation, or on third the nation, and dwindling. Painting himself into a smaller and smaller corner, Trump is beginning to sweat because the end of Trump is on the horizon, the end of his eclipse…The eclipse as the totally will turn into the eclipse of Trump.
Okay, I’m energized here on this Idea. I see a new dimension to Trump. Je Suis Trump. While I still see Trump as unfit for public office, that does not stop me from seeing myself as Trump, as a Tale of Two Eds.
When we have a snit with our spouse, we are the Two Trumps. Phoenix is the fire bird that rises out of the ashes, energized, increased, joyous. Reno is the feeling of being out of sync, at odds, in conflict, not your total self. We go back and forth between these two Trumps during our waking day. it is only in sleep that most of us find rest from the two Trumps.
And even the two cities fit the metaphor. Phoenix, like I said, is the Fire Bird that rises out of its own death. Trump dies into the crowd and emerges greater than ever, reborn, increased.
At Reno, however, the divorce capital of the world, he feels divorced from himself, at odds with his role and the world is critical of him, unkind to him, and he feels wounded. At Reno his marriage with himself is broken.
Connecting dots as I do, lets connect Jesus to Trump. (hang onto your seats the ride is going to get bumpy). The Office of the Presidency is a Cross where the candidate must die and be resurrected as THE PRESIDENT. When he enters the room in his new role, in his new clothes (no longer the gold crown), and his new power, everyone applauds at his resurrection. The old personality has died, a new person has risen, a savior, if you will, who will bring the nation together, who is his death will unite the fragmented people and bring them home.
Mr. Trump however, rejected the sacrifice, he rejected the willful death, the giving of his personal power for the good of the country. Mr. Trump didn’t answer the call. Mr. Trump is the modern man who cannot surrender his Ego to the greater good of life itself. Mr. Trump is the moon who rejects the eclipse. I will remain separate. I will not die into the light.
Trump is therefore a tragic figure of Shakespearian dimensions. Caught on the horns of the Cross, he can’t die and he can’t be reborn. So he is caught in a limbo between death and life. He is president but he can’t be the president. he is neither Not President or President….Trump is in a feedback loop of non-existence. Whatever he does he doesn’t find totality. He is criticized no matter what he does. No wonder he attacks the Media…while he loves and depends upon the media. No matter what the Winner does, he loses.