What the Epstein Silence Tells Our Girls About What We Value in America

Actions speak louder than words.

Smug bastards.

Yesterday, for the first time, I found myself in complete alignment with Marjorie Taylor Greene. It was on the subject of the Epstein files. About the decision by the Justice Department (misnomer worth noting) about not releasing any more information about the case. She said:

“I don’t accept it, and I don’t think anyone else should accept it.”

I agree, Marjorie. I do not accept the silence.

For the past few days, I’ve really been sitting with this case and what it means. I’m not so interested in the political jockeying or power plays in Washington—though the revelation yesterday from WIRED about the missing 3 MINUTES of footage from the FBI video of his cell the day he died is Hollywood-level intrigue. I don’t really give a fuck who’s on the list and which side of the aisle they sit on or which American corporation they run. I literally have racked my brain to think of ANYONE I’d be surprised to find on that list. Call me jaded, but I can’t think of a single public figure I’d be surprised to find there.

This is how dark and sociopathic our power structure has become. It’s not about the individuals.

What I’m interested in is THE DARKNESS and how it’s just barely holding onto it’s power—which is in silence, intimidation, and obscuration. I can feel the slippage, the cracks in the cover-up. I can feel the whole house of cards and the table is shaking. It’s shaking with rage—merited, warranted, righteous rage that is coming from all sides.

I’m praying for a whistle-blower to come forward. I’m literally praying for the revelation of this information into the light of our collective awareness. I want to KNOW and I want us to LOOK THIS DARKNESS STRAIGHT IN THE FACE.

I keep thinking about the young women who were exploited in this fucked up ring of psychopathy, power, money and debauched sexual domination. There’s no ambiguity about what Epstein and his friends, including Trump, were up to. We know WHAT was happening.

You know what’s sad? Our kids know what was happening.

Let’s be honest—is probably STILL happening. Anyone who knows anything about addiction, compulsive behavior and darkness knows that it rarely goes into remission for long.

My 14-year old daughter just got home yesterday from a wilderness adventure trip—two weeks without a phone. She and seven other kids, along with some cool counselors, backpacked, rock-climbed and slept under the stars in the Rocky Mountains. Elk migrated through their campsite. This is the kind of summer experience I’m so happy we can provide for her. She comes home each summer refreshed and more in love with Nature.

Today, over lunch I had a feeling that I needed to broach the subject of Epstein. Just in case the news—which is everywhere—was reaching her. I believe we have to help our children make sense of what’s going on in the world whether we agree with it or not. I didn’t want her trying to make sense of this shit show on her own.

My intuition was right—she knew more than I expected and she didn’t know what to make of it. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Have you heard of Jeffrey Epstein?
E: Yes, I think so. Is he the guy having sex with children?
Me: Yes. That's the one.
E: That's sick. On the island?
Me (shocked she knows about the island): Yes...
(I explain the fact that there may be client lists and the government is trying to suppress them. I explain that our president is most-likely on the list, that he was definitely friends with Epstein.)
E: Everybody already knows Trump is a rapist. This won't take him down. It won't matter.
Me: It actually might. Even the MAGA people are upset about this one. The Christians aren't happy at all about this. He's now telling his own supporters to fuck off.
E (hopeful and laughing at the ridiculousness): Really? 
Me: Yeah. This one is pretty dark. 
E: How old? 
Me: Were the girls?
E: Yeah.
Me: Some of them were your age.
E: Oh my god.
Pause
E: How did this guy make his money?
Me: Finance.

She knew about the island? OH God. She knew about men having sex with children? OH God.

If you’re reading this and you’re a mother, I’m sure you can imagine my horror. Or maybe you’ve had a similar conversation with your child (age and maturity dependent, of course). Or maybe you’ve been avoiding it…If you have a feeling your kid might know about Epstein, have a conversation. Can we at least bring the subject up in our own households? We can let our children know that even if these “power” brokers and so-called protectors of “justice” won’t protect them, we will?

What we have to reckon with here is the prevalence of sexual predation on children and innocents in this culture, in our country—in the world at this time. It is absolutely rampant and what do we do? We turn a blind eye. It’s not just the men, though the men are often the actual predators and perpetrators of the bodily violation and harm. But, the women are complicit when they allow it or ignore it.

The sad fact of the matter is that the American system of crony capitalism and the infiltration of politics by big money and sociopaths is RIFE with demonic entities and darkness. It’s so infested it’s now like a hollowed out, possessed, zombie walking—like a living dead replica of something that once held some truth and promise. It’s a facade.

What’s under the facade is what we will find in the Epstein files. And by that, I don’t mean names. I mean, the truth of what America really values and has valued for a while now (since before Trump):

WE VALUE MONEY. DEVIANT SEX. POWER.
OVER OUR CHILDREN.

I think about Childish Gambino’s chilling statement on the subject from his perspective as a black man. This video is seven years old now and it still gives me chills.

I want more art, more transparency, more reckoning.

I want to talk about it.

Talk to our kids about it.

Refuse to get sidetracked by the politics.

Pray for TRUTH and LOVE to win the day…I believe they will. Do your part to stand in the light of truth. Be strong.

Let’s do it for the children.

At least two people in my life had face-to-face interactions with Jeffrey Epstein while he was alive. Both of them were invited into his circle for their psychic and magical capacities. He was unquestionably and by their direct personal accounts, a black magician. And he was fascinated by others’ gifts—wanted to possess them. He understood spiritual power—presumably, wherever he is in the afterlife, he still does. Both of these folks were quick to determine that he was aligned with dark forces and they got out (one of them quicker than the other).

One of them put me in touch with a woman who had been in Epstein’s circle. He asked me as a favor to have lunch with her. We met at a cafe in Tribeca. She was now in her mid-30s, an attractive, thin, blonde. She had a young son and a new partner. She was dressed very preppy—stiff and conservative. There was something deeply wounded in this lovely woman—a vacancy that I could feel her trying to fill. It was almost painful to try and make conversation because of the way she danced around the edges of something she was avoiding talking about that lived at the very center of her existence. It was like meeting someone in witness protection or someone who had been brainwashed. I was present and cordial, but the relationship never progressed into a friendship—just an exchange of emails. I remember her sending some copies of the children’s books she was writing now for my daughter, who was four or five at the time.

I’ve thought about this woman a lot over the years and in recent days. I believe she may have been one of those girls—one of the children on the island. I don’t know that. Maybe it wasn’t like that for her. Regardless, it was obvious to me that she had ESCAPED something and she was afraid it might still be following her.

I pray that THIS is eliminated from our world. I pray that no child ever has to recover from this kind of violation. I pray for the light of awareness to reveal what is ready to be revealed. I think it’s going to happen. I really do. And I think it will happen through the miraculous and the good. Maybe there’s a whistle-blower out there. Maybe there is someone with a conscience still in a position to do something.

Please DO.