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Last March, two Trump supporters and a Trump voter and I sat at the dinner table. One of the supporters said something derogatory about Biden. 

I thought, Do I say anything? 

And then I responded with something like, "What about Trump? He's worse..." 

The dialog went downhill from there. I was angered at (among other things) how anyone could support the tactics of ICE and Trump's constant dehumanizing rhetoric -- such as labeling all or most undocumented/illegal immigrants as rapists, murderers, scum, and whatever other derogatory labels Trump regularly throws out from his keyboard or tongue.  

Another thing I stated was that I wouldn't be surprised if Trump leads us into a Depression and/or WWIII.  

[Please note that "I wouldn't be surprised" does not equal "I believe."]

I also shared that the bottom-line reason I had voted for Harris, instead of either not voting or voting for a third-party candidate whom I figured would lose, was because I'd rather navigate the censorship of the Left than what I saw coming as the censorship of MAGA. 

[I later realized that the word "censorship" includes "government overreach."] 

One of the supporters was quite surprised at my bottom-line reason and said, "That's a new one. I haven't heard that before." That supporter and I later discussed our previous heated back-and-forth. Yes, we disagree on Trump and now stick mainly to subjects we have in common though our opinions on the common sometimes also differ.  

~*~ 

Almost a year later, on February 5, 2026, I wrote in my journal:

Carol, what do you mean or can you describe what you saw coming from MAGA?

MAGA is fundamentalist. Fundamentalism provides easy answers. Example: 'We don't like you, so we'll get rid of you.' And MAGA uses the Bible, the major religious book of authority in US history, to back its fundamentalism. 

Versus the Left, example: 'We don't like you, but we will tolerate you, to a point.'

The Left uses so-called science to determine when their tolerance reaches a stopping point. But how and where do they get that "science?" Hmm, follow the money. I'm thinking of pharmaceutical companies. 

~*~ 

Today is April 19, 2026, and we are at war with Iran, and prices for goods and gasoline are up. 

Will we end up in a Depression or WWIII? 

I hope not.

(Personally, due to the current war causing a shortage of a specific poly-foam needed, Hubby and I are having to delay much needed foundation work on our home. But at least we have a brick-and-mortar, physical home. *gratitude*)

As I've read and watched MAGA pundits, Old Testament Bible verses are often used to justify the Iran war. The only New Testament verses I've read or heard from them come from the Book of Revelation. (I've also seen folks use the account of Jesus throwing the money changers out of the temple.)

Justifying by using the Old Testament and Book of Revelation makes complete sense, since both are ripe with stories of war and annihilation of the unbeliever. 

But what of the gospels? What of the Pauline epistles? 

Both seem to be absent from these pundits.

I recently reread the Book of Romans and wondered if these claiming-to-be-Christian pundits had ever read it.

~*~ 

Personally, I believe The Way International's interpretation of scripture is more accurate than most other interpretations.

"Omg, Carol! How can you say that!?!"

I chuckle at that response. 

My answer is layered and complex, but it includes my time as an agnostic, a Baptist, a Charismatic, a Way believer, a serious student of Biblical word studies, a quasi-Christian Universalist, a reader about and of various religions and myths... 

One thing The Way taught that I believe is more accurate than tradition is that Jesus died on a Wednesday and was raised on a Saturday, thus fulfilling 3 days and 3 nights in the grave, and that he was crucified right as the Judeans were sacrificing their Passover lambs; Jesus was the literal Passover. When I shared this with someone the Wednesday before Easter this year, they responded, "That makes much more sense!'

I also want to note that Wierwille did plagiarize. So, much of Way interpretation comes from other sources; I think mainly of E.W. Bullinger.

~*~

As I lay in bed this past week before drifting off, I was thinking about Hegseth's Pulp Fiction prayer and about MAGA pundits using OT scripture as a justification for war. 

And I thought of the Jesus I learned of through the decades... 

The Jesus I loved as a brother...

The Jesus who was not God but fully human and understood human doubts and hardships and longings. 

The Jesus who stood up for the poor and marginalized...

The Jesus who was falsely accused and executed and said while hanging on the stake, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they do."

Then some visuals came to mind...

An image of Jesus being repulsed by the current political administration and the people as whited sepulchers. 

Then an image of Jesus feeling his repulse, recognizing it as a normal human reaction, and recognizing that misuse of scripture is what power-hungry humans do. It is to be expected; it's no surprise. 

The next image was of Jesus, peaceful and calm, steadily going about his calling of John 3:16.

~*~

So does the above mean I've reconverted back to being a Bible believer? 

No.

I'm still a CU-leaning agnostic sprinkled with a bit (or a lot) of mysticism...

~*~

Into the Mystic by Van Morrison

A different kind of "Trail Guide"...

My symptoms began in April 2011 in all my limbs and extremities. 

In May 2013, two years and eight doctors later, I received a correct diagnosis--polyradiculitis, multiple nerve roots swollen at my spinal cord in my lumbar and cervical regions.

In January 2014 I began receiving steroid lumbar epidurals every 12 weeks. 

In 2015 I designed my first "Rally Sheet."

Every 12 weeks with magnets I'd attach to my refrigerator my one-page printed Rally Sheet for that round.

These helped encourage me until my next epidural.

In 2018 I changed the title from "Rally Sheet" to "Trail Guide."

But the trail wasn't a literal trail through the woods; it was (and still is) a literal place of being, of navigating life with a rare disease and all its repercussions. 

Along with my refrigerator-attached encouragements, I kept detailed notes in small notebooks, tracking symptoms and responses to interventions.  

The last Trail Guide I attached to my refrigerator read: 

Trail Guide April 14, 2022, thru July 4, 2022:  Round #38

My self-care is a fulltime job.

That is my reality.

My self-care is service to my family & society.

To my human & animal friends.

To Nature & Earth. 

As I care for my self, I care for others.

This is my potential with Earth, my gift for a more beautiful world.

Monitor my energy and push capacity.

Turtle power. Ground. Listen. 

Happy pace, hour to hour.

Move my physical being.

Consciously eat & intermittently fast.

Rest. Be with nature. Be with me. Be.

Notice flash feelings. Observe. No need to react or respond. 

Self-validate. Boundaries. Respect. Self-soothe. 

Allow joy. Allow grief. Allow gratitude. Allow loss.

Embrace it all... 

Live well...

I do not have to prove any thing to any one.

"At some point, everything's gonna go south on you & you're going to say, 'This is it. This is how I end.' Now you can either accept that, or you can get to work. That's all it is. You just begin...." ~Mark Watney, space pirate

Countdown: 

Week 1: Begins M, 4/11/22 (Thur, 4/14: Epidural #38. Day adjusted for FL trip.)

Week 2: Begins M, 4/18/22 

Week 3: Begins M, 4/25/22 

Week 4: Begins M, 5/02/22 (Florida: 4/29 thru 5/07)

Week 5: Begins M, 5/09/22 (Black Mtn: 5/11 thru 5/13)

Week 6: Begins M, 5/16/22 

Week 7: Begins M, 5/23/22 (5/23, MON: TAKE BONIVA!  5/24, Tu: Cervical Trigger Pnt Injs, WS )

Week 8: Begins M, 6/06/22 

 

Week 9: Begins M, 6/13/22 

Week 10: Begins M, 6/20/22 

Week 12: Begins M, 7/04/22 (7/03 or 7/04: TAKE BONIVA!)

Week 12: Completed M, 7/11/22: Epidural #39. 

Signed:  carol welch, ceo  ~ cyclist. explorer. overcomer. ~

I had no idea on April 11, 2022, that it would be my last Trail Guide. 

I never received Epidural #39. 

On April 28, 2022, two weeks after Epidural #38, I landed in the hospital for 3 nights with two good-sized blood clots, one in each lung. 

The ER doctor informed me, "It's good you came in. These are the deadly kind."

Because I was put on blood thinners, I had to give up my epidurals. 

I was terrified. 

Without the epidurals, how would my body and brain be able to stay at least partly functional?

Would I become bedridden? 

Then, the same week as my blood clots, my functional medicine doctor began offering low-level laser therapy, now known as photobiomodulation; and I was his first laser patient.

In June 2023, I purchased a laser for home use. 

For over six months I lasered daily. 

Some days I'd laser my whole body; some days I would rotate upper and lower body--brain, jaws, upper arms, lower arms, wrists, thumb joints, hands and fingers, adrenals, lumbar and cervical nerve roots, upper back, lower back, thighs, knees, lower legs, ankles, feet and toes. 

Each day, the process took about 2 to 2-1/2 hours. 

Now, in March 2026, I still laser daily, but not all those parts because I have received improvements, incremental but significant.

One of those very significant improvements? My jaws.

It was in January 2016 that symptoms spread to my jaws. 

Since January 2026, my jaws have been pain-free!

*knock-on-wood* 

In June 2016 we did discover an underlying cause: My 2008 artificial hip implant had been slowly drip-dripping, leaching cobalt and chromium. It was explanted and replaced in August 2016. But still, I needed the epidurals. Then came the blood clots, and I had to give up the epidurals.  

I no longer design Trail Guides every 12 weeks.

In 2023 I began a different kind of tracking with a graph paper notebook.

Every Sunday, using a ruler I draw columns and rows for the week ahead...

~*~

"At some point, everything's gonna go south on you and you're going to say, this is it.

This is how I end.

Now you can either accept that, or you can get to work.

That's all it is.

You just, begin.

You do the math.

You solve one problem and you solve the next one, and then the next.

And if you solve enough problems, you get to come home."

~Mark Watney, Space Pirate

Snippets...

From this past week, a few snippets from my journal... 

Snippet one

When I catch myself judging myself harshly, I say to myself, "Settle Carol. Relax."

I consciously let go in my muscles and through my nervous system.

The judgement might linger, but it doesn't root. 

My legs and arms, feet and hands, toes and fingers, back and spine -- they work so hard, so very hard.

And I thank them. 

Sometimes when I meditate, chills will tingle up my back and in my limbs.

It feels good. 

Snippet two

I am almost at the end of this journal.

I wonder how many journals I've written. 

Maybe I'll count them tomorrow. 

But they are not all in one place. 

Most are on one bookshelf; others are scattered among stacks of books. 

Snippet three

Okay. I'm trying to write for an audience. 

Stop, Carol. Do not write for the audience. Not here, not in your journal.

Snippet four

I'm having anxiety...

May I be free from self-doubt, distrust, and fear. 

May I allow confidence; I've done a lot of things successfully.

May I allow trust. The Universal Spirit and Bestower has always provided; stay open to that. 

May I allow trust. Do what I can and listen; listen to those inner nudges. 

May I allow groundedness. The ground is my friend and has always supported me. 

Snippet five

I am concerned about Hubby's and my preparedness regarding end-of-life stuff.

We do have a will.

The kids have access to our credit union safe deposit box. This year I will update what is in the box.

I have set a goal that I will print all our passwords and codes and delineate accounts that are on auto ship and auto draft so that the kids have easy access to cancel those.

And I will begin and continue to get the house in order. 

I can organize these things. 

Think of all you've done Carol, especially with the ex-therapist fiasco and my defective-hip-implant fiasco. I had to compile lots of paperwork and evidence. And in both cases, I was successful despite my fatigue and weakness and brain stupor. 

I can do this. 

So, settle Carol.

Snippet six

The US and Israel started a war with Iran. It's the crusades all over again. 

Israel supposedly obeys the Old Testament, except for certain parts I guess, like animal sacrifices.

The Old Testament attributes that God commanded his people to annihilate their enemies - men, women, and children - and to take the spoils. 

I've read that radical Islam supports killing the infidels.

I will not join the online fray.

I will pray, take care of what I can, and be a peace pilgrim.

Not peace through war, but peace through prayer(?), peace through forgiveness(?).

Ah, peace through resistance to conform, through care of the earth and her creatures, through stewardship. 

This I can do.

Snippet seven

I met my newly arrived granddaughter today; she is four days old.

Why do I not feel happy?

Am I sad because of the state of the world she is entering?

But Carol, this has always been the state of the world.

Or am I afraid to feel happy, to feel love, because I know it will end?

Everything dies.

I have a banquet of belief options to choose from. 

But to quote the late Evangelical Agnostic folk singer, Todd Snider, "But believing and knowing, those are two different things."

I love you, Granddaughter two. I love you, Granddaughter one. 

Snippet eight

Gazing at the picture of me cradling my 4-day old granddaughter, I felt such deep connection. 

I have felt this before when I cradled my now 20-month-old granddaughter at 2 days old. 

I pray that their little nervous systems learn to regulate.

I pray that they know they are loved, and respected, and never ever alone.

I pray they learn to love themselves with grace and mercy and kindness and gratitude and that that has a ripple effect with all the other ripples.

Snippet nine

I counted my journals.

I've written approximately 43 since October 1998, an average of 1.59 journals per year. 

~*~

Todd Snider passed away on 11/14/25...
But his words live on...

This song was released in 2006...

"Happy New Year, everybody" by Todd Snider

Happy New Year everybody

There's an overweight man with an overweight woman on a sofa watchin' TV

He's yellin' his opinion at the television, she looks up from her food and agrees

They got two bumper stickers on their pickup truck

They keep the pickup parked outside

One sticker says, "What Would Jesus Do?"

The other bumper sticker says, "Power of Pride"

I was thumbin' through the stations on my own television

When I come across a guy on this religious station

Singin' "Somebody's Coming"––he sounded whiter than me somehow, wow

It took me back in time through dwindlin' joy

To when I was such a guilt-ridden Catholic boy

I'm Evangelical Agnostic now

I don't know what we're doin' here

You don't know what were doin' here

Now Christians, don't walk out on me just yet

You know whose name I'll be yellin' as I'm clutchin' my chest

The one my dad told me to and his told him to

And I probably pray as much or more than you do

Believe? Shit, every word I sing

But believin' and knowin', those are two different things

And if you're tryin' to change the way a stranger's life will have to go

I believe this is where I'll wanna stick to what I know

Which is nothin', you know

Nothin' for sure, so

Just chill 'til the next episode

Now back to the lecture at hand

Seems like my neighbor wants to kill what he can't understand

I say we can't just kill what we don't understand

But I turn on my TV and I see that, oh yeah we can

We can and we have since the dawn of man

For countless gods whose only real seeming plan

Was to see to it that clingin' to life was our fate

And you gotta admit, life's pretty great

But, can we deny that it's killin' us?

(I'll be here all week)

Happy New Year, everybody

Happy birthday, Country Joe

I resolve to do like I always do

I ain't hurtin' you, hm-hm-hm-hm

If life is anything it's embarrassin'

A rusty nail through a careless shoe

You can't help but sit around and wonder sometimes

Why there's never anything the nail can do

But think about how unfair it is

That the shoe is always goin' where it's got to, too

If you ain't the dumb kid out runnin' around

You kinda gotta do what you're born to do

Happy New Year, everybody (Hey, happy New Year, everybody) 

Happy birthday, Country Joe (And specifically happy birthday to you, Country Joe)

I resolve to do what I always do

And I only ever make it a day or two