Stop fretting! Obama will be president (or is it President?)

Last night in yoga class some gals were filled with anxiety about the election. Apparently I was at that very moment chosen to receive a message from the great collective unconscious or else from the "state" of shared energy with the luminous strings that Carlos Castenada used to write about.

Here's the message I received swiftly and with no doubt: Obama is a shoe-in. Though I am extrapolating because there no words used in this visitation. It was as if a small diamond had been propelled out of a pulsing particle accelerator (much like a Top Fuel Funny Car's burnout)) that was aimed at my brain and the diamond was moving so fast and was cut so sharp by some robotic laser dervish that all I felt was a massive electrical surge (which I would have appreciated more if it lasted longer) that wordlessly planted the idea OBAMA IS A SHOE-IN throughout my physical plant.