The Mother of All Limited Hangouts — Consent Factory, Inc.

The Mother of All Limited Hangouts has begun. Yes, I’m talking about the “Covid Twitter Files,” which are finally being released to the public, in almost textbook limited-hangout fashion. I’ll get into that in just a minute, but first, let’s review what a “limited hangout” is, for those who are not familiar with the term. […]

The Mother of All Limited Hangouts — Consent Factory, Inc.

State of the Globe?

The global coup d’etat lock-step-two-step is right on track. The Great Reset, like the Great Awakening, is probably not what you think. That is, if you are thinking at all.

You are on board. I am on board. Even as I-We work against it. We are all, if we are opposing at all, controlled opposition. Every single one of us, from the top-tier to the bottom rung.

Do you think the threat of Technocracy is real? Which is more real, in your opinion, the threat of the virus, or the vaccine? Are we dealing with Mass Formation Psychosis, or demon worship? Are you rooting for higher consciousness? Jesus’ return? Freedom and Democracy shall triumph over Global Totalitarianism?

Did you think about the Ukraine yesterday? Did the Brazil capital riots cross your newsfeed today? Did you read about the latest teen suicides in China? The farmers in Uruguay? The Black Nobility at the Vatican? The Phoenicians, The Atlantans, The 1%, The Science, The Metaverse? Social-Emotional Learning (SEL)? Environmental Social Governance (ESG)?

How much time did you spend on lives other than your own?

Do you believe in the depopulation agenda? Do you think that’s a conspiracy theory? Do you think there’s a conspiracy to manufacture conspiracy theories?

What’s the end game?

What do you think they really mean when they say, “Make the world safe for democracy?”

Where does Enlightenment fit into their plan?

How would Global Enlightened Democracy feel to you?

‘Atrocities Aren’t Accidents’ – by Helen of desTroy — Dispatches from the Asylum

(One outstanding article!  Lengthy, but very much worth reading in full) *** Atrocities Aren’t Accidents  Three years on, we have enough information on the architects of the pandemic to send them to prison or worse.  So why are they still getting away with murder?  by Helen of desTroy – via helenofdestroy.substack.com The information barrier separating […]

‘Atrocities Aren’t Accidents’ – by Helen of desTroy — Dispatches from the Asylum

Nailing it! From the article . . .

“Throw away the key

These people do not expect to be punished, but if humanity is to continue as something other than a slave species, they must be, and immediately. It’s hard to think of any crimes that haven’t been committed in the course of the planning, setup, and perpetration of this power-grab – fraud, corruption, murder, genocide, and the coercive pharmaceutical rape that will become depressingly common when so-called “health passports” or any other permutation of the World Economic Forum’s Known Traveler Digital Identity social credit score are adopted worldwide.”

Funny Friday

Hubby gets 98% of the credit for this week’s meme harvest. So, thanks, Lovey! And, hope y’all find some chuckles in here somewhere, I sure did!

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Wishing y’all a lovely weekend!

How to Start a Homestead in 2023: priorities, staple crops, and survival — The Nourishing Hearthfire

Just wanted to share this fun blog and great resource! ~KH

The best time to have started a homestead was ten years ago, the next best time is now. This is what I would do if I were starting out homesteading now. Animals for food and fertility Goats can be an excellent choice of dairy animal on forested land and in small spaces. Look at what […]

How to Start a Homestead in 2023: priorities, staple crops, and survival — The Nourishing Hearthfire

The Deal Breaker

He walked one day with the devil
So certain of his soul and prowess
His letters sciences plans and maps
Unaware all their inherent traps

He’ll never take me down that devil
Grounded in faith love worship skill he claimed
Duty piety ribbons stars even a crown
And with my peoples all so well fed
Still fomenting the devil’s daily bread

Love and longing for the limitless who wouldn’t
Right over the rainbow and into the void
Join me fellow journeyman he said
Or just walk with me a little ways
To my magic craft just beyond these walls
Pay no mind to that line in the sand
That has shifted again like a mirage in the clouds
Or just like one captured with a grin
but Nary a nod or a wink

Image mirage subtle stage art
A trick of the mind
Beyond space and time
A holiday in magenta
A simple desire mangled by fire
Crafted from dust doused in fine musk

A one world fantasy of sin
Where the devils will always win
All chutes and ladders and merry-go-rounds
Initiates marching mindlessly into Pinky Palace
Masters of Grift with Goals of Great Goatness

Goading herds in space
Where sheep jumping moons dance like
Jiving junipers to illuminous tunes
Your tired your weak your drunk
Give to me so We may deliver him to Gnosis
At the Golden Gate of Surrender and Sever
To the We Synch
One Man In Full
Beyond mundane fear in the Ultimate
Refined Hive Mind

Now We One-eyed Jacks
Globe-trotting Gaia-worshiping
Goethe grooming
Immortal enchanters of men bewitched
Griottes of games eternal

Violet is the new Scarlet
Science the new Fiction
Old the new Now
Fake the new Real
All you never thought it would be
Welcome, Friends to 2023

Funny Friday

Not the best crop this week in my opinion. Hope ya’ll find a chuckle or two in here somewhere. If not, surely the bonus song at the end will make up for it!

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Furthermore, expect to be fined by MGM (Meme Grammar Mafia).

I find them funnier now, was it the Kombucha cocktail, or they just needed some more time to grow on me?

Still, the best part, brought to you via another blogger— Highlandersheart,—thanks dear!

Those Were The Days

Sometimes it’s the simplest things that invite in the nostalgia for days long gone. Just this morning I was recalling the times of my youth—until just about a decade ago—when during all that time I used to practice the seasonal closet.

I thought this was normal! So silly of me, so childish. I see that now. But, in my defense, it was such a common thing. Everyone in my family did this, and most of my friends, too. Little did I know those were the good ole days, never to be appreciated again. If only I’d known. I definitely would’ve savored those times more, not treating them as just normal life. It is with significant chagrin that I now understand the ephemeral flight of fancy that seasonal world really was.

There was such a pleasant and proper order to it, you know? You’ve got your summer clothes—the shorts and tank tops and swimming suits and sandals—and there’s only so much room in a closet or in a chest of drawers. It made perfect sense that we would pack up our summer things once autumn came to make way for our sweaters and boots and woolens. Those were some good times!

How we used to love to rummage through those boxes again, having been lost for months out of sight, and then just like an impromptu Christmas, you’d find sweaters in there you totally forgot about and it was like having a whole new wardrobe again! Even moving south did not change this quaint habit—summer closet, winter closet—just a smaller shift of degrees and heavier on the summer selections.

Now my summer crocks sit next to winter boots sit next to slippers sit next to flip flops. Oh, the visual chaos! The sweaters are folded awkwardly next to tank tops. Linen being felt up by Fleece. It’s just, wrong. So wrong. The wool socks are in a false embrace with the anklets. Who can even make sense of the accessories?! The scarves, poor things, silk on wool, just imagine their mutual discomfort.

As if the wardrobe malfunctionings are not enough, there’s the critters, domesticated and wild. And the plants. The dogs and goats shed only to shiver the next week. The buds open only to get killed by frost. All season long.

But, progress has it costs, I get it. The future children will adjust to weather whiplash, and be all the stronger for it. That’s so reassuring. The great minds of Bill Gates and David Keith will come together and all will be scientifically managed in perfect harmony. Nature was so terribly cumbersome for the Great Ones. They deserve better. All the children will be so happy when we are watched over eternally by machines of love and grace.

Of Pigs & Life

This post is not for most vegetarians or vegans, or anyone easily shaken by reality. Graphic images and musings on the cycle of life will be presented with impunity.

This post is for those who:
~Love bacon;
~May ponder the ethics of eating meat, perhaps even to the point of reading such books as The Omnivore’s Dilemma;
~Think we’re crazy for doing such monumental tasks ourselves, instead of going to the grocer or butcher like normal folk.

Before getting into the boring stuff, let me start with a virtual standing ovation and huge ego-stroke to MY MAN!

That’s one giant hog for one middle-aged mere mortal!

And, just a bit of backstory for nostalgia’s sake. Mama Chop and Papa Chop were our first pigs. They are Red Wattles, a heritage breed that we bought from friends as a breeding pair about 7 years ago. We would’ve kept Mama Chop as a breeder indefinitely, except for one major problem—as sweet as she was, she kept squishing her piglets, no matter what we did to try to prevent it. And, try Hubby did, repeatedly, for several years, to no avail.

Something else peculiar about Mama Chop, which I have not noticed with any of our other pigs: She smelled fantastic. I’m talking about her natural aroma, not her cooked flesh full of seasonings, which is also proving to be delicious. I mean her living self—just being in the vicinity near her—she smelled like maple syrup. That may sound crazy, but it’s absolutely true.

Fortuitously, Mother Earth News has a feature story about this breed in their current issue. “Grandma and Grandpa’s Red Wattle Hogs” by Amanda Sorell.
“Red Wattle hogs are immense, reddish pigs with fleshy appendages that dangle from each side of their necks. Their up-turned noses and upright ears with drooping tips give them a friendly demeanor that matches reports of the breed’s charm.”

“According to The Livestock Conservancy (TLC), this pig’s gentility lends itself well to small-scale, independent producers, and its foraging skills make it suitable for pasture production. Further, this hardy breed is adaptable to a wide range of climates, and it grows rapidly—usually reaching maturity between 600-800 pounds, but individual hogs can weigh as much as 1,200 pounds.”

Red Wattle Hog Stewardship – Mother Earth News

That’s a whole lotta pork!

Thank you for our blessings, Mama Chop!

We don’t know how much she weighed in at slaughter time, but here’s Hubby’s approximation of her results:
150 – 200 pounds of meat for our consumption, that is approximately:
25 # chops
40 # sausage
36 # ham
20# bacon
15 # hocks
20# stew meat
10# in pressure canned
2 gallons bone broth
3 gallons rendered lard
Plus dogs get ~40#s of scraps…..skin, lungs, ears, liver.

Wow, right?!

But, it’s SO MUCH WORK! He is one man in one small kitchen with one unskilled helper. That’s me. I’m the equivalent of his Girl-Friday (aka Galley Slave) — on call, doing what I can in wrapping and cleaning and cooking. The bulk of the work falls on him and he does it like a true stoic.

But what about the bang for the buck? Most folks who raise their own pigs don’t do their own slaughtering, for myriad reasons. It is a highly-skilled process that requires significant strength and time and at least some basic equipment.

It’s now 10 days since she was slaughtered, that makes: 2 days to hang, initial butchering one day, hams and bacon curing for 5 days, a day for making and packaging sausages, a day for smoking, a day for roasting bones, making broth, canning meat and broth.

However, it’s not only costly to go to a professional processor, it’s also a lot more stress on the pigs, as you’ve got to load them into a trailer and drive them quite a distance, sometimes as far as 2 hours away, plus reserve your slot months in advance (whether or not your pigs are ready), all which can affect the final flavor of the meat. We’ve heard many complaints from friends about this process.

Another significant drawback to this expensive convenience is typically, depending on the processor, you will forfeit many valuable parts, including the organ meats, the leaf and regular lard, the bones, including all the trimmings that go to the dogs, not to mention to the vultures, coyotes, and the bugs and soil as the entire animal never leaves our land.

Such is the cycle of life and this makes so much more sense than concentrating carcasses and waste in one place. We, and our neighbors and friends and pets and land are the direct beneficiaries of our labor, and that degree of skill and self-reliance makes me super proud. And when I’m proud, Hubby’s pleased, and so it goes the bitter-sweet circle of life!

Funny Friday

Time for some Ho! Ho! Ho!
Lots of Christmas laughs in this crop, hope y’all haven’t seen them all already. ⛄️

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And a bonus song all the way from the UK (thanks Kath!) 🤗

Wishing y’all a lovely weekend and a decent holiday! 😆

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