The Whorled

Rachel Satterfield

The Election Is Not Over

Yesterday was election day.

I voted yesterday.

But I didn’t meditate.

I did start off the day thinking about meditating.

My thoughts went something like: meditate. do the dishes. wash hair? do i have coffee in the house? elections!

This season has been abundant with gifts that have strengthened my meditation practice. The night before election day I participated in a workshop with Dr. Jennifer Vest a medium, healer and medical intuitive. The workshop was number two of three in a Women of Color Medicine Series. Lesson #2 was dedicated to “Strategic Psychic Development”.  When I exited the space, my hair still smelling like the herbs we burned- holy basil, damiana, elecampane, coltsfoot, and sage I felt empowered by the time in community and clearer than ever about the importance and necessity of meditation.

In the workshop, we used meditation as a channel to connect to our higher selves, guides, and ancestors. As a path to knowledge of self and self-mastery. As a channel to limitless love, joy and light.

With this tool polished and ready at hand, I woke up on election day ready to meditate.  I rolled over in bed, took a deep breath and in a blink of the eye I was spiraling out in anxiety, washing dishes, on the phone, and checking emails. I didn’t stop the spiral. I jumped right on in.

Tasks kept piling up and I kept pushing through. Ignoring call after call to slow down, take a seat, breath and turn to higher Truth, something beyond the current chaos. I was carried by this churning wave to the ballot.

As I made my selections, praying for the historic victory of women of color, I was overwhelmed by feelings of pride. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It was an electric, raw moment and I knew my ancestors were with me.  I wasn’t surprised that they made a statement while I was voting. The right to vote was hard won for women and BIPOC and still others struggle on. I acknowledged the work of my ancestors and extended offerings of gratitude for my privileges.  Beyond that, I felt like there was another message for me.

It was illuminated like this.

Meditating is my divine right to elect my higher self and guides to run my program.

I was able to ground this teaching through the words of zen spiritual maverick master Rev. angel Kyodo williams.


When I read this, I felt playful and curious so I replaced the word “vote” with “meditate”.

What do you think?

I believe that the inner transformation that we experience through meditation is woven into organizational shifts on the collective level. Our spiritual practices are not divided from our actions that influence our community/nation/world (READ POLITICS!).

Audre Lorde’s essay ‘Uses of the Erotic’ comes to mind in this discussion of the spiritual and political. There are several profound statements from this essay on spiritual/political/erotic/sensual/self/knowledge but what I find most relevant is in this quote:

…. self-connection shared is a measure of joy which I know myself to be capable of feeling, a reminder of my capacity for feeling. And that deep and irreplaceable knowledge of my capacity for joy comes to demand from all of my life that it be lived within the knowledge that such satisfaction is possible….. For once we begin to feel deeply all the aspects of our lives, we begin to demand from ourselves and from our life-pursuits that they feel in accordance with that joy which we know ourselves to be capable of.

Out of this lesson from my ancestors and respected teachers comes my heartfelt request:

May I continue to reach out and connect to my higher self, to joy, to serenity. May I meditate in community and co-create a clear channel to the truth telling, justice seeking, joyful collective consciousness. May I define and empower that connection so that these high vibrations are braided into mybeing and expanded into my community.

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