NAOMI WOLF: A flash of light—In the wake of Charlie Kirk's assassination
I do not wish to talk about any abstract meanings around this young man’s murder, at the expense of remembering and honoring the fact that this was a real young man with a real grieving young family, really mourned by real friends and loved ones, many of whom are suffering around me and Brian right now.
I never want insensitively to treat someone’s real lost life, someone’s real murdered loved one, as a symbol.
But having said that, I do feel that this murder is also having national metaphysical consequences.
I feel that his death, or rather his murder, so public, so brutal, so iconic, so traumatic to witness — as President Kennedy’s public murder was so traumatic to another generation to witness — has already changed us forever.
I feel that this young man’s murder acted as a kind of flash of light, revealing us in X Ray to the world; our souls, our moral health or illness.
Some of us are grieving; half the country, half of much of the rest of the world, is grieving. We are not just grieving a lost life of someone that many feel was a special, remarkably gifted young leader; we are also grieving the world of civility for which Kirk advocated; the world of peaceful dissent in which we still thought we lived most of the time, in the West; in which no one is shot for his or her beliefs and no one celebrates publicly the murder of others for his or her beliefs.
But in the flash of the X Ray of Kirk’s murder, we saw that we are living in two worlds; as my friend Ora Nadrich has said, perhaps there are two dimensions already existing side by side on this single planet.
Everyone I know — on the grieving side of America, anyway — has been having strange sleep disturbances. At first, after the assassination, we could not sleep; now we are exhausted, sleeping at every chance we can get.
But it also seems as if we are spinning — exhaustingly — upwards; closer to the Source of Light. Doesn’t it? Everything seems to be vibrating — for half the country anyway — at a higher vibration; the not-needed, the stupid, the silly, the distracting, is shedding; falling away.
Don’t you feel it? The time for vacillating has passed.
The sheep are separating from the goats.
We can live under this new sky in a state of blessing.
But also, there is the other world, on this planet; a negative, brutal world.
The other half of America, of the planet, is unmoved by this tragedy, or worse. Online it seems that a single demon - a mocking, laughing demon with darting, glowing eyes — has split into a thousand bodies and it is celebrating this young man’s death.
I don’t even understand how this is possible: the same ugly, distorted expression of glee, the same hideous grin, is manifesting in a twenty-one-year old blonde girl in a Southern town who posts online celebrating Kirk’s death; a gay man walking his dog on the Upper West Side of Manhattan; a suburban middle-class woman with a bob haircut on a sidewalk in Seattle; a grey-templed college professor in Michigan; and so on, and so on; all celebrating, in exactly the same tone, the same words. How is that possible? They repeat what sounds like a talking point: “I don’t care.” “I have no empathy.”
Is it a hex? Paid influencers? A script? It is utterly frightening, to see so many human-looking beings boast publicly of being, literally, sociopaths.
I think of the passages in the Gospels of Mark 5, Luke 8:26-39 and Matthew 8:28-34, in which Jesus encounters a demon-haunted man “in the region of the Gerasenes”; Jesus asks the demon its name and the reply is “My name is Legion, for we are many.” “Legion” is the Roman term for about 2000 solders. When Jesus cast out the demons, they entered a herd of pigs, who rushed into the sea and were drowned.
I recall as I scroll through these mocking faces, the descriptions from 400 years of exorcism literature of “mocking” demonic entities. I never knew what that really meant til now. But I am unnerved, terrified, really, seeing something I cannot explain rationally: the possession of many different people from completely different backgrounds across the country, by the same demon.
So we are peeling away from one another. What will emerge? I do not know, but there will be more clarity.
Maybe this is part of what Jesus meant when he said “The Kingdom of Heaven is near.” I’ve written about how “karov”, the word used for “near” in the one Hebrew gospel, the Gospel of Matthew of unknown dating — is both a verb and an adjective: the Kingdom of Heaven (in Hebrew, also “of the Sky”) is both drawing near (literally “nearing”) toward you continually, and is already in place: near to you.