Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you know what I know?
First step to becoming Human: Get Unslaved
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you know what I know?
First step to becoming Human: Get Unslaved
Source – oftwominds.com “…America is now a rigidly two-tier society and economy. If you’re an executive at a big Wall Street investment bank, you can rig markets and embezzle billions and you’ll never face any personal legal consequences such as being indicted for fraud and being imprisoned. But try being an employee at a local credit […]AMERIKA: ‘Divided We Stand’, The One Chart That Predicts Our Future – By Charles Hugh Smith — RIELPOLITIK
“I hope it’s not a big surprise that America is now a rigidly two-tier society and economy. If you’re an executive at a big Wall Street investment bank, you can rig markets and embezzle billions and you’ll never face any personal legal consequences such as being indicted for fraud and being imprisoned. But try being an employee at a local credit union and embezzle $5,000–a prison sentence is very predictable.”
I’m compelled to share a personal anecdote on this very alarming reality. In my early 20s (circa 1990) I was arrested at the St. Louis airport for “felony fraud”. I was cuffed, searched and told I’d be extradited to Springfield, MO after a night in the ’holding tank’. I did not learn of my felony crime until many hours later and was completely baffled, my mom and sister who came to pick me up were very worried as I was detained. This felony crime? I wrote checks worth $50 on a closed account to a grocery store several years earlier while I was a college student in Springfield.
The felony charge was eventually dropped, I was not extradited after all, but not after paying a hefty fine to the courts, mortifying my mother, and having a misdemeanor charge on my record for several years afterward. That was my ‘lesson’ for a simple accounting mistake by my 18 year old self.
I haven’t (quite) yet exhausted my efforts to save y’all from yourselves. This is a warning and a threat. After the call comes the cull, no one can save you then.
This post will be riddled with cliches, for your own good. That line in the sand, you need to draw it, now. You see, the mask nonsense, that’s the equivalent of a cult initiation ritual. The thermometer gun aimed at the center of your forehead, that’s symbolic too. And the social distancing, 6 feet, you think that number is based on ‘germ theory’, really?
Think I’ve just scribbled a bunch of conspiracy crazy? You might be right. No need to check behind that curtain. Instead, you could consider any number of other potentialities.
How about these: Do you really want to be that guy? Do you worship Authority so much you’d have someone arrested for not wearing a face diaper? Do you covet your paycheck and pension so much you’d be willing to do whatever your boss demanded of you?
Because once you give the devil your finger I seriously doubt you’ll get it back. Remember Humpty Dumpty?
“Somehow, the culture that I live in has come to be characterized by an outright disdain for independent thought. Public debate has been largely reduced to the pitting of competing authority figures against each other, and the capacity of most people to engage in reasoned argument begins and ends with an appeal to those authorities. Only a very few seem able to engage directly with information themselves, and those few are largely ignored. We have arrived at a point in history where the intellectual norm is now to abandon one’s own capacity for reason and to put in its place a collection of authority figures and institutions. Or rather, authority itself.”
Which do you think is a better example to set for your children and grand children: Not questioning authority is a virtue, or, proper questioning of all orders engenders a capacity of discernment? Because those two are mutually exclusive.
Collaborators come in all shapes, sizes and degrees. Feigning ignorance, or innocence, will not save you. It’s one of the most direct and simple choices you will ever make, don’t make it more complicated and confusing than it is. There are two camps, and you must choose one—Tyranny Vs Freedom.
Are you a nurse, or teacher, or officer who would force-vaccinate someone without researching beyond the mainstream consensus narrative?
“If these claims are accurate we can state that there is no evidence of a pandemic, merely the illusion of one. We have suffered incalculable loss for no evident reason, other than the ambitions of unscrupulous despots who wish to transform the global economy and our society to suit their purposes.”
COVID19–Evidence of Global Fraud
I can only lead a horse to water. Collaborators be warned. If you’re standing around the pond too afraid to drink, I will have no choice but to let you stand there, wasting away, until the bitter end.
Most of our cyber-only friends don’t know this, because we’ve been keeping it secret for security’s sake, but for the last nearly decade we’ve been establishing our wee homestead, I’ve been doing it alone for half the month.
I’ve wanted many times to talk about how hard this has been on this blog where I’ve shared so very many of our ups and downs, bad moods, worse ideas, unpopular philosophies and big defeats sporadically dotted with a few triumphs.
It’s been not only lonely and isolating, but also on more than a few occasions, terrifying, like when the tornado came through in the middle of the night, or the many times I’ve had to manage alone tasks like lambing—including their challenging life and death complications—all of which I have absolutely no previous experience with—having been raised in the burbs. We started with nothing, now we’ve got garden, orchard, dogs—started with chickens and now have poultry, sheep, goats, pigs. When I injured my shoulder about two years ago I was really at my wit’s end.
Of course, it was no picnic for Hubby either. He was offshore in the Gulf of Mexico, on platforms with all dudes, working long days far from home for weeks at a time for all those years. Then he’d come home and scarcely rest before diving in to the book-long homesteading to-do list and climbing learning curve after learning curve. He spent his vacations building coops and corrals and many acres worth of fencing.
Of course as well, he worried about me here alone, especially in the beginning. My learning to shoot gave him a bit of a respite, but considering I suck at it as well as abhor doing it leveled that relief mostly.
We stopped taking vacations, have almost no social life, rarely buy new anything. We both equally dreaded the inevitable moment one of our 4 big dogs died of old age or had a fatal accident while I was here alone. We lucked out there.
The physical challenges were hard enough, but the emotional ones have been exceptionally challenging for me.
Sundays off became a forced ritual after the first few years, a much needed one we’ve become reliant upon now in order to remind ourselves weekly that ultimately we came here for a better quality of life, not to recreate city-like schedules in the country and killing ourselves for some potentially unattainable goal.
So, after all that backstory, I’m beyond thrilled to announce a new chapter for us, one of those blessings in disguise that I hinted about a few posts ago . . .
Hubby’s been laid off!
We’ve rebranded it as early retirement and have already celebrated with champagne and verses of “For he’s a jolly good fellow!”
For he truly is—jolly good and my Great Hero—we’ve no idea what’s in store for us yet and that’s a fun place for us to be again.
Had we not been preparing for this potential outcome our disposition would be very different. And with this post I don’t want in any way to diminish the hardships of the very many families who’ve lost their income in this Plandemic, or those who surely still will.
We’ve been living low on the hog, as the saying goes. It’s been a lot of little sacrifices that are now paying off in peace of mind and time to reflect, rejoice and redesign.
We are not self-sustaining still, maybe we will never be, but we still hold out hopes and intentions toward that goal.
Thanks to the readers out there who’ve stuck with me during my foul tempers, moody rants—now you know mostly their underlying triggers and you can expect more positivity in future.
Or at least that’s the plan so far. 😉
Source – gizadeathstar.com “…The game will be up when people wake up and start asking the question, “whose science? And why follow it when over here there is a completely different scientific argument? And why is that completely different argument never crossing the lips of your network commentators?” AHHH “SCIENCE”! FOLLOW THE SCIENCE! By JOSEPH P. […]
And the sad thing is, real science suffers from all of this, because what we’re really watching is a world-wide epidemic of a different sort, of too many people crying “wolf!” when there is no wolf, or rather, not being able to recognize a real wolf come to raid the flock, and ignoring the voices of real alarm when it happens.MIND GAMES: ‘Follow The Science’, Goose-Stepping Into the New Scientific Creed — RIELPOLITIK
I was lucky enough to be invited yesterday on a foray, a mushroom hunt, about two hours south of us. My first question was, “Are masks required?” That’s because I had to cancel my participation in a much anticipated wilderness walk last month as soon as I learned masks were required.
There is a point where mask-wearing logic among folks must fly right out the window, no? Or at least, I keep hoping to stumble upon this point. Instead, I find at a mushroom foray where masks are not required, everyone is wearing a mask, children included, except for our party of 3.
That folks think these masks are actually doing anything is now a completely mute point to me. I know now, it doesn’t matter. If the masks are effective does not even cross the radar of most of them, I’m willing to bet.
At one point a mushroom was passed around the circle, so we could all touch and smell it, in order to better understand its properties and therefor how to identify it. The mask-wearers pulled their masks down in order to smell this mushroom that’s been passed under everyone’s noses in the circle.
At what point might we question whether these folks use any brand of reasoning faculties before making a decision of any variety? These weren’t even orders, they were nonsensical, unreasonable, unenforceable ’suggestions’ from Government tyrants they’ve never met, Not required by the event organizers (bless their hearts) yet they allow these control freaks dominion over their very breathing with NO basis whatsoever.
Logic, indeed real science, is banned and blocked and algorithmed to Fahrenheit 451, and corrupt professionals the world over take advantage of this.
Welcome to your asylum.
Here’s a few voices of reason left should you need to take a breath of fresh air, hurry, while supplies last.
When you least expect
Hedge your bet
From out of nowhere
Strikes most deft
Knights in white satin
On your mark
Nipped in full bud
Clipped by false love
Smashed in Face
Mesmered through space
Licked, wicked, dilly-flicked
Tip your hat level
Like the devil
Words for the birds
Wow how Might
Yet, rather than call for a stop to what amounts to institutionalized child abuse, they have merely suggested countries prepare for the coming demand for mental health services, sure to be a bonanza for Big Pharma as children who take psychiatric drugs tend to end up on them for life. https://www.rt.com/op-ed/505089-lockdowns-masks-children-develop/ Helen Buyniski is an […]Faceless parents, fearsome world: Covid-19 restrictions enact sinister form of child abuse that may destroy entire generation — RT Op-ed — MCViewPoint
Source – peakprosperity.com “…We can deduce from the near total silence around Vitamin D that the health managers would prefer not to talk about it. They don’t want people to know. That much is painfully clear. Such lack of promotion (let alone appropriate study) of safe, effective treatments is a thread that, if tugged, can […]REALPOLITIK: We Are Pawns In A Bigger Game Than We Realize (Part 1) – By Chris Martenson — RIELPOLITIK
“However most people will be unable to absorb the data, let alone move beyond it to wrestle with the implications. Why? Because such data is belief-shattering. Absorbing this information is not an intellectual process; it’s an emotional one.
I don’t know why human nature decided to invest so much in developing a tight wall around the belief systems that control our actions and thoughts. But it has.
I’m sure there was some powerful evolutionary advantage. One that’s now being hijacked daily by social media AI programs to nudge us in desired directions. One that’s being leveraged by shabby politicians, hucksters, fake gurus, and con men to steer advantage away from the populace and towards themselves.“
To y’all, from me, your rude, arrogant, selfish, bitchy, teasing, crazy, conspiracy theorist, antagonistic, irrational, petty, entitled, condescending, hermit-spinster, witch-doctor, gray hag, squirrel-cheeked, monkey-faced, mostly bitter, salty, solipsistic, rage-filled, nobody of an American homesteader.
YUP, that’s my 50 year old cleavage in a 35 year old hand-beaded necklace gifted by my mother-in-law. It’s also a tribute, then and now, to Handy Hubby’s new life, and all that he may be missing. And gaining.
And there’s that pesky teasing coming out again.
More on that, so much more, don’t go away. Hasta pronto . . .
In the meantime . . . Celebrate YOURSELF!
In my humble opinion, Halloween is when the spirits are begging us, goading us even, to celebrate our precious LIFE! As in, those final precious hours before it’s all over.