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America Needs a Spiritual Awakening And No Better Candidate Can Lead the Transformation than Marianne Williamson

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Marianne Williamson is certainly the most unique competitor to join the campaign trail with a mission of bringing love into politics. While we often hear her plans for transforming America, E! News surveyed the presidential candidate on what has helped transform her into the powerful, revolutionary woman she is today.


The 2020 presidential campaign has seen an outstanding lineup of candidates from all walks of life vying for their party's nomination. While they're usually seen hashing it out on the debate stage, offering up their political stances in effort to persuade the American people, E! News got more down to earth with the candidates to find out who they are through the lens of today's pop culture. While most shared some not too surprising details about what their motivations and interests are, one candidate certainly stuck out the most with some unique responses.

Whether or not you have familiarized yourself with her work, there is no denying that her vision for our country, and humanity, is unlike any we've seen on the political stage thus far. As an activist, entrepreneur, New York Times best seller and most recently, Democratic candidate for the 2020 presidential elections, Marianne Williamson has extensive, well-rounded experience and knowledge on an array of topics ranging from wellness to politics.

In a survey conducted by E! News, Williamson revealed an interesting ritual she practices before public speaking which is to pray for the happiness of the audience. While the other candidates typically practice a ritual that calms their nerves or better prepares them for their speech, Williamson takes the selfless route in wishing others well rather than turning her focus inward. While her personal ritual is intriguing in and of itself, such a selfless act is unsurprising of Williamson, who has dedicated her life's work to spreading love and deepening our commitment to world peace. Positive thinking and prayers of happiness have been a longstanding ritual for the activist. In a 2012 interview with her friend Oprah Winfrey, Williamson shared that before a meeting, job interview, or any event in life, it is important to send love in our minds to the situations and people involved. She expressed, "the only thing going on here is, I am going to bless that person, they are going to bless me. I don't know if I'm supposed to get that job. My only agenda is that God's will be done."

There's no doubt Williamson's approach to politics and presidency is far from that of our current president. In fact, her mission for this campaign has been to bring love into politics by falling in love with what America can mean. In an interview with Carrolspaper, she stated, "Trump has turned fear into a political force. We must turn love into a political force." She strives to achieve this by bolstering the awakening in American consciousness to overcome the Trump administrations reign of fear with love, as opposed to combating hatred with hatred.

In addition to her ritual, Williamson shared that A Course In Miracles , scribed by Dr. Helen Schuman, was the book that made the most lasting impact on who she has become. The three-volume religious text serves as a "complete self-study spiritual thought system" that teaches universal love and peace. Unlike an autobiography or traditional written work that the other candidates favored, A Course in Miracles requires readers to transform into more conscious beings who knit love into the framework of their beliefs and actions. Not only has this book inspired Williamson to lead a better life, but inspired her to become an author and teach her understanding of the text to others on a global scale. The lessons learned from A Course in Miracles have laid the foundation for Williamson's current political platform and have set the tone for how she believes the country must be run and where it must be led in order to be successful in functioning for the greatest good of all.

Williamson's selfless acts and wishes for our country is certainly a refreshing break from the negative banter between the current presidential cabinet and the public. Rather than focusing solely on temporary results, Williamson's hope is to encourage spiritual growth among the American people, restore our connection to nature, and equip us with the tools needed to fulfill our life's purpose.

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Sneak Peek: Female. Likes Cheese. Comes with Dog: Stories About Dating, Divorce, And Saying "I Do"

Dating. Divorce. Marriage. Being single. None of it is easy.


I don't think any of us have the right answers or know exactly what we are doing when we navigate through relationships or breakups, even if we do take every Buzzfeed quiz there is out there. What I have found out though, is by writing this book, Female. Likes Cheese. Comes with Dog: Stories about Dating, Divorce & Saying "I Do" most everyone can relate to some part of it, whether it is having an awkward date, being dumped, or falling in love. The short stories read as if we are talking over drinks at a bar gossiping about our love life. It's as if, you, reader, are one of my best friends. I hope by reading this book you are reminded that you don't have to be anybody but you and your mistakes are simply memories to learn upon. Get comfy, grab a glass of wine (or your beverage of choice), cuddle with your furry companion (pet or otherwise), and enjoy…

From the chapter "Kansas & The Firepit" from Female. Likes Cheese. Comes with Dog: Stories about Divorce, Dating & Saying "I Do"

I had lost my dog to my ex. I was a mess. I thought this man was going to be by my side the rest of my life, I had gained a lot of weight. Not the kind of weight you gain when you tell your friend "OMG, Kelly, I, like, put on five pounds this summer because of all the partying I've been doing at the rooftop bars," but real weight. The weight that makes you feel totally inadequate. The weight that makes you say, Hey I might as well keep eating because it doesn't matter anymore. I was inconsolable during that summer.

I still wasn't completely out of my trash TV and alcohol phase, but I had switched to vodka, at least. Which, let's be real, just hides the fact that you're an alcoholic. I wasn't really talking to anyone about my problems. My mom tried to take me to fat camp. Yes, fat camp. When your mother says the reason why you're not happy is because you're fat, there comes a point where you really don't know whether to laugh, cry, or drink. I think I did all three. The reason why I wasn't happy was because I was going through a divorce, and my life was unraveling. I was not only unhappy but also fat, so I guess there was some truth to that. It was just what I needed to hear to get myself back to reality.

While cleaning the kitchen one day, I walked by a pair of boxing gloves. Boxing was something I had always been interested in. Watching it on TV and having some friends that had done it professionally, I figured I would take the plunge and put this "body after breakup" into motion.

There was only one boxing club in our area for fitness. I walked into the afternoon classes knowing that I was going to be a little out of my element, but I'm not afraid of a challenge. I'm an outgoing person and being sports savvy, I knew that I would catch on quickly. The guy teaching the class, Kansas, was very attractive. Ladies, you know how in yoga when you have to do the sun god pose? Well, let's just say he was what you would hope a sun god looked like. With sweat glistening down the side of his face, it was almost as if the ceiling parted and angels started singing as he stood over you telling you, "Ten more!" as you got down for ab rounds between punches. This guy was exciting. He was energetic. He was. . . constantly checking on me during class to make sure my form was correct, since I was new, and let's face it—I was totally OK with the attention. After class I signed up for a one-year membership and became addicted, not just because I loved the workouts but also because of the hot trainer.

I started coming to class three times a week, initially taking only Kansas's classes, but not wanting to look obvious when I really started crushing on him, I had to mix it up. I mean, this is Crushing 101. This was my first crush out of the gate post-divorce, so exactly what you think would happen, happened. Kansas became my rebound guy. I would make any excuse to linger after class (which, looking back, just made me look desperate), but then sometimes I would switch it up and leave. I mean, it was a game. I was trying to figure out if he was interested or not. It was exhausting. After talking after class for a few weeks, I happened to mention a home improvement project I had been thinking of working on. Being the good listener (stalker?) that I was, I knew he just happened to be interested in home improvements, as he did many of his own. I figured that would be a great way to get to know each other better and for him to fall completely in love with me, of course. Duh. Now I had a reason to cross something off my "list". I love sitting outside and having a glass of wine and listening to music by a fire. I wasn't really sure how I was going to accomplish this task on my own, but recruiting a fine gentleman like Kansas would be a good start. So, he agreed to my firepit project, and after gathering supplies at Home Depot, he came over, and I quote to you from my journal, I kid you not:

So today he shows up, and we are in the backyard digging the hole, and he takes his shirt off. His body is a wonderland! I mean sweat is just glistening down his torso. So I had to change the subject somehow and shut my gaping mouth, so like an idiot I say, "Oh, look, a callus on my hand," and he says, "Those on a woman are sexy." FML.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to know what I did that day? Something so adult and so mature: I pushed him into the dirt. I pushed that beautiful body into the dirt. I couldn't take it. I was like a schoolkid on a playground. Because that is the type of tantrum this lady used to throw. Kansas took it as flirting. I took it as frustration, because I couldn't tell a boy I liked him at the time.

This whole awkward flirting game went on for a few more weeks. Kansas would come over, and we'd dig more holes (to bury my dignity in) or set stones—I don't know. I thought rebound guys were supposed to be fun, casual things, but this wasn't fun at all. This was like homework in school. Every day I'd come home from "class," and I'd strategize on what I needed to do to make better "grades." If I had actually spent half the time in real school that I spent on Kansas, I would've had a 4.0. I was having to chase him, but I almost didn't know what race I was running. After all, I hadn't dated since 1884. So I figured if the firepit thing didn't work, then I'd write him a poem... Like a moron...