The most famous place in East Texas to be demolished in the spring of weather chaos in our region is Caddo Mounds, also known as the George C. Davis site, a state historic site, at the intersection of Texas Highway 21 and U.S Route 69. Said to be Native American burial, ceremonial and residential mounds of the Caddoean Mississippi culture, it is a major archaeological discovery with what was once a popular museum and ‘living history’ gathering place for community and well beyond.
The date was 4/13/2019 during a Caddo cultural festival in the middle of the afternoon. There was one death and many injured taken to hospital by helicopter and bus.
The location is not Alto, as all sources report, it is Weeping Mary, population fewer than 50 people. The original story of the town’s founding is one of deceit, hardly uncommon, and I expect at play in this more recent sad story somewhere as well.
It goes the town was founded by freedmen after the Civil War. It ended up in the hands of a former slave named Mary, who needed to sell but did not want to sell to a white man. So the white man hired a black man to buy it for him, and when Mary discovered this she was left eternally weeping.
“Tornado”? Unnamed, undocumented by local news, Rural East Texas April 2019
Another ‘severe storm’ expected tonight. A month of ‘tornadoes’ through our region, which we chose precisely because it was: ‘North of hurricane zone and south of tornado alley’. Not anymore.
I’m still at a loss for words. But don’t worry, not for long. Let’s let the photos speak for themselves, for now. East Texas is being weather bombed, while the local news sugar coats and bypasses. Consider me PISSED OFF.
No deaths, but considerable fear, chaos, lies and destruction. Just what the perfect non-lethal globalist warfare mongers strive for the most.
Luddite I apparently am, I predict this does not end well for humans or cows.
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Big storms here in East Texas this weekend, so much for our BBQ plans!
Hail! Mother Nature’s bombs or manufactured weather warfare?
It is mind-boggling to me that ‘climate change’ is such a contentious social/science/news issue keeping individuals polarized with mostly excessively emotional arguments and twisted statistics that further exacerbate the continued black and white thinking. We are being played!
”You can’t have an honest discussion about the climate without discussing Geoengineering.” Dane Wigington https://www.geoengineeringwatch.org
Weather modification and weather warfare are facts and there are global industries catering to those in want of these services. It’s been facts for over 70 years. Few folks alive today know truly natural weather.
Weather Modification Corporations, Universities, and Derivative Traders
These organizations may not “control” the weather yet, but they sure are trying hard, and experimenting in your skies daily.
Is there a rainbow at the end of this scary story?
I think that’s most likely a ‘number’s game’. How many will realize modern warfare is not what you were taught by TV? How many will come to recognize the ‘psychopaths next door’? What will the masses do to protect themselves, or even, to fight back?
Little is finer than a country meandering to wake your spring wellspring!
Playing in the creek is still GOOD TIMES around here!
And to celebrate spring you just might have delicious, unadulterated, natural spring water closer than you think.
A public natural spring near Frankston, East Texas
Www.findaspring.com
As I recently wrote, ‘taking the waters’ was considered a health and leisure pursuit in this area, and many others around the region. Taking the Waters
The dogwoods are particularly showy this year
The grapevines already coming in, this could be a good year for our locals wines!
The ‘flare’ is part of the trunk, not the root, and should be exposed to air, which is a very common modern myth, according to Malcolm Beck. The old adage rings true it seems: “Plant too low, it won’t grow, plant to high, it won’t die.”
I learn so much everyday just by traveling in tandem from nature to cyberspace! What miraculous times we have here to explore!
Spring foraging is lovely here, just made a huge batch of chickweed chimi-churri, YUM!
Wayne McRoy is a father with a vaccine-injured child.If every parent of a vaccine-injured child were to come forward now, the current would shift dramatically.
It takes incredible courage, I understand that.It takes passion and will and persistence and those are really hard. It takes leadership.Here’s your leader, if that’s what y’all have been waiting for.
From a leaked Wyeth Pharmaceuticals internal memo dated August 27th, 1979 to Mr. Larry Hewlett from Allen Bernstein, Wayne quotes regarding the DTaP vaccine, which was the one that caused his child’s injury:
“After the reporting of the SIDS case in Tennessee, we discussed the merits of limiting distribution of a large number of vials from a single lot, to a single state, county or city health department, and obtained agreement from the senior management staff to proceed with such a plan. . . allocation of stock to distributions centers is designed by lot number in a manner designed to leave the maximum variety of lot numbers in great valley, and marietta to serve substantial orders. Managers and DCs carrying average inventories of over 3,000 packages, approximate, have been requested to advise FSRD of any orders exceeding 2,000 vials. FSRD will then designate shipment by lot number, furnishing additional stock as needed.
So basically what they’re saying here, is they noticed that their vaccine was causing SIDS in a small geographic area, so rather than recall the product, what they did, was a specific lot number of this vaccine that was causing SIDS. So they split it up and sent it around the country to different geographic areas, so that it skewed the data.”
If this is surprising to anyone, perhaps you will recall this company was later in hot water over another lawsuit, according to Wiki:
Rapamune:
A “whistleblower suit” was filed against Wyeth in 2005 alleging that the company illegally marketed their drug Rapamune. Wyeth is targeted in the suit for off-label marketing, targeting specific doctors and medical facilities to increased sales of Rapamune, trying to get current transplant patients to change from their current transplant drugs to Rapamune and for specifically targeting African-Americans. According to the whistleblowers, Wyeth also provided doctors and hospitals with kickbacks to prescribe the drug in the form of grants, donations and other money.[26][27] A US House of Representatives committee, led by Rep. Edolphus Towns is investigating Wyeth for these abuses.[28][29]
Why are the same poison-pushing corporations still thriving despite repeated lawsuits and public complaints?
According to Wayne it’s a vast conspiracy of the darkest order. As difficult as this is to digest, I agree.
The end game feeds the technocracy agenda—create the ideal synthetic man—‘save’ man from his emotions, make him satisfied without messy human interactions and a better worker/civilian/military automaton, craft him using crazy concoctions into a useful tool for the cybernetic age.
Questioning vaccine safety now means the establishment considers you part of a political ‘hate group’! Social media is censoring ‘anti-vax’ content, demonizing parents of un-vaccinated children and those who are ‘hesitant’ (meaning asking any questions of officials and not obediently following orders), and deliberately confusing average folks about the role and efficacy of ‘science’ in our society.
If the science is solid it can bare all scrutiny, that’s the point of science! It’s not supposed to be a dogmatic religion.
So why is all the censorship necessary? And, can we still call this ‘freedom’? Obviously not.
The Girl Scouts was as close as this suburban girl ever got to learning any kind of traditional skills growing up.I quit it early on, considering ‘badge earning’ to be well beneath my expanding “cool kid” facade.
But if there’s a badge worth earning, midwifery would be up there with the loftiest of them. I’m humbled and proud to say I got to experience it last night for the first time.
I bit of critical background:I’m squeamish.Considering we didn’t have children of our own and I didn’t have my own dog to take care of, let alone any pet previously to our dear Papi, at about age 42, it seems to me squeamishness pretty much comes with that territory.
It’s because I was well aware of this personal limitation that I NEVER imagined we’d have so many animals.
Chickens, for us and many other clueless homesteaders, are the Gateway Livestock.Then came ducks, turkeys, sheep, pigs, and more dogs.But we both swear we’ll never get cows or horses.(Ahem)
Considering my penchant for ‘Too Much Information’ I’ve now been acclimated to loads of poop, vomit, blood and morbid sounds of all sorts.It also got me scared, very scared, about all that can go wrong with pets and livestock.And how painful that is, and knowing this truth in advance is useless.It does not help the pain by expecting it.It does help though to be prepared.So far I give us a C+ on that when it comes to the critters.
My TMI penchant leads also to so much online and in books about serious diseases and awful complications and the myriad very dirty deeds endemic in the farm life.Talking to others more experienced will also always bring sad stories and sometimes tragic ones.
Maybe I don’t quite deserve my badge just yet, but I’m fairly certain I saved our ewe and her young lamb last night by being at the right place at the right time and doing my usual C-level work.🙂
When our ewes have lambed in the past I was not there to witness the actual event, only woke up to find the lambs delivered, sometimes successfully, sometimes not.On one occasion I found one mutilated by our young puppy and I had to kill it.I cannot speak about this moment still today a year later without tears.It was the most confusing, stressful, tragic, sorrowful day of my life.Like most in the so-called advanced economies, we grew up very sheltered from death and from the act of killing.Hubby would’ve handled it far better had he been home.I was alone and a basket case.
I was alone again this time when Buttercup gave an unusual and very loud bark audible from inside the house that clued me in that something was going down.I went to the stalls and saw mama was in labor.I was determined to watch it all and learn.
I was hoping and intending to remain a bystander to nature’s miracle.
Take a bow, Buttercup!
As it happened I could tell something was wrong right away.Then I doubted myself. Then I went back and forth a dozen times, yes, no, yes, no.
Then I concluded, no, something’s really wrong here, get help.Help?Like from who?I called two friends with more experience and they didn’t answer.I looked through our book on sheep, panicky by that time.I call Hubby.He calls his folks and searches online while I pace waiting for the bread in the oven to finish so I can go back to the stalls.
I muse, even in this stressed state: “Oh, we’re both waiting on buns in the oven.”Yes, that’s how I cope with stress, and most things really, goofy humor.
It doesn’t occur to me again that the fetus that the ewe cannot seem to push out is in fact dead until hours later.Yet, I felt it, even considered it immediately, instinctually at the very first moment I saw it. I just tried to over-ride that feeling with too much doubt and reasoning and wishful thinking.
On the phone with Hubby we decide there’s really nothing I can do alone in the dark with no experience and no equipment and no nearby vet.Then he calls back and has changed his mind.He urges me to go back out, put on some rubber gloves, and see if I can help her.
And he was right!As soon as I touched the fetus it was obviously dead and my foolishness at waiting hours to “realize” this washed over me.I strained, along with mama to get it out, knowing if not she would surely die as well.
At last it came free, followed by another smaller, but wonderfully alive little treasure!
We did it!
I’m happy to report as of this writing about 16 hours later, mama and babe are doing well, eating and drinking and getting to know each other.
Yes, I was alone, but really, it was very much a team effort. Thanks y’all!
Because I’m fascinated with all things ‘culture’ I could not skip the rabbit hole of addiction in modern American life. I’ve done a good bit of exploration in the last few months and I’m pleased to say, I’ve had enough already.
And, I’ve managed to come to a few conclusions.
If a 12-Step Program has worked for you in getting sober and/or clean, congratulations, you are the exception to the vast majority.
The 12-Step Programs have flooded and over-run the recovery market despite any scientific validity to their claims or efficacy in their numbers and despite clear conflicts of interest in public/private partnerships. It is a huge money-making industry globally.
If a 12-Step Program program has not worked for you, you are in the vast majority, and there are other options, if you know where to look.
I’ve heard or read many accounts that Alcoholics Anonymous is a cult. I’d call it a ‘soft cult’.
There is no doubt it is brainwashing and many in these programs who dare to do the due-diligence of intellectual inquiry readily admit this fact.
I have a great deal of respect for awareness and honesty, so I am not in any way arguing that those in the throws of active addiction might not need a good dose of brainwashing. More power to y’all, paint those mantras all over your walls, because it’s awesome you’re still alive and we want to keep it that way as long as possible! (On that note, thank you to Rick, who shared stories and information and found success in a 12-Step Program, as well as being the one who was the impetus for me in this exploration of addiction.)
But, I really wish now to speak to those very many who may need or want help and have not been successful with the current acceptable brainwashing techniques or soft cults.
Unlike what AA, NA and others are telling you, you did not ‘fail‘. It’s not that you ‘didn’t want it bad enough‘ or that you ‘haven’t reached rock bottom yet’ or that you ‘didn’t work The Steps‘ or that you ‘just don’t get it‘. If you continue to go back into 12-Step recovery programs again and again, which is most often the case, thinking this time you’ll ‘succeed‘, consider this: To keep doing the same thing over and over again but expect different results is the hallmark of insanity.
If you’ve heard this nonsense about yourself, and believed it, you’re still buying into the biggest lie in 12-Step brainwashing propaganda. Stop that now!
It didn’t work for you, that’s all. Not at all unusual. Now, don’t stop there, and find something else that will work, please.
Here’s some others who also say it didn’t work for them either, and who found other ways to deal with their addictions.
We’re trusting the wrong people! We’re losing our skills of discernment! We’re losing our skills, all of them, along with our common sense!
Some might be inclined to wonder why a homesteading blog has anything to do with culture. What do addictions & distractions, conspiracies or occult knowledge, or geopolitics, or geoengineering, or junk science, or spirituality have to do with growing food, raising livestock, or just in general reclaiming our wise traditions?
Addictions and distractions are what’s rotting our culture from the inside-out. Our institutions are not solving these crises, they are exacerbating them. Quite possibly on purpose.
Yet folks continue to support them, continue to throw money at them. Why?
I think our ancestors were smarter than that, or we wouldn’t be here right now as witnesses to the masses skipping to the guillotine!
Maybe it’s time we started listening more to some good old-fashioned common sense rather than to white coats paid by blue bloods to serve black ties? (Several puns intended; let me count the ways!)
We’ve had a good run at addictions this time around, distractions are another rabbit hole for another time.
Thanks for joining me on this latest little wondering and wandering. Brighter posts to come, surely! 🙂
