This is a revisit from over a year ago, because, I still really love these guys. I was nervous as all hell, I can hear it clearly in my voice, they were the smooth professionals at every level, trying to help me along.
What a humbling pleasure it is and was to have had the opportunity to be honest and awkward before two real gentlemen doing their best to make me look good!
The present crisis is no mystery to them, or to us here on the wee homestead. This is what we’ve been preparing for and maybe now a few more understand how crucial is self-reliance and local sovereignty. I repost it because I suspect more will be understanding now how much we need to get back to basics.
The intense armoring of the individual and of the culture, caused from ancestral trauma that is being constantly recycling with each new generation from lack of healing, are pertinent themes in this interview.
Yerasimos, whose parents were Greek immigrants, carved out his unusual work and life path the same way most of us do when attempting to navigate the road less traveled—by following the small, still voice of the soul and finding his inspiration in the journey—with plenty of heartache and tribulations and loneliness along the way.
Like for me, the short novel by Herman Hesse, Siddhartha, was also a catalyzing force.
“And Siddartha’s soul returned, died, decayed, turned into dust, experienced the troubled course of the life cycle. He waited with new thirst like a hunter at a chasm where the life cycle ends, where there is an end to causes, where painless eternity begins. He killed his senses, he killed his memory, he slipped out of his Self in a thousand different forms. He was animal, carcass, stone, wood, water, and each time he reawakened. The sun or the moon shone, he was again Self, swung into the life cycle, felt thirst, conquered thirst, felt new thirst.”
Emboding the archetype of the wounded healer, Yerasimos opened a unique healing practice in the Los Angeles vicinity.
“For me, that was life-changing as it seemed to crystallize so much of what I had learned up until that point, but most of all, I was able to personally experience a much deeper understanding of the role the body plays in any healing process and how the body truly is the hard drive for our experiences in our lives, storing traumatic events, repressed emotions, and lost memories, as well as all the stress and toxicity from our lifestyle choices and interactions with our environment.” http://voyagela.com/interview/meet-yerasimos-stilianessis-healing-yerasimos-santa-monicavenice/
“From a bodywork perspective, there are two main modalities that I use in my practice. The first one is an unconventional technique where I use my feet along with deep, rhythmic pressure and walk on different parts of the body that correlate with the Chinese meridians (electromagnetic channels in the body).”
“When Health is absent Wisdom cannot reveal itself, Art cannot become manifest, Strength cannot be exerted, Wealth is useless, and Reason is powerless.” Herophilus, 300 BC
I think much of the time what we are apt to call a miracle is actually uncanny synchronicity in one’s favor.One of the many misfortunes of 2019 for us on the wee homestead was our young ram got fatally wounded just two days after introducing him to his harem.
From a financial standpoint this is unfortunate, because not only did we purchase him, but we’d also been feeding him for several months by then.More than the money though, it was a sad and at the time mysterious accident, which I wrote about here.
After some time and reflection we figured what must’ve happened to the poor guy was that he got between our boar and his food and got himself gored, right in the gut.That’s how we found him, still walking around, with his guts coming out. He hadn’t even noticed yet.
For anyone out there who’s considering getting pigs someday, take note, never get between a boar and his food or his harem, no matter how docile and even friendly that boar might seem normally.
In fact, the same friend who sold us our Red Wattles sold another friendly boar to a woman who made that awful mistake.This was a terrifying situation for her, I can imagine, when she, alone at home, got gored by the boar in the thigh.She had to crawl back from the corral to her car and drive herself to the ER. She lost so much blood she nearly died, had serious surgery followed by six months of rehab.A word to the wise.
But here’s the miraculous part of the story.In just two days of freedom, that young ram got some real action going!We thought we’d have a lamb-less spring, and we are tickled pink that’s not the case.
The chances of this happening are slimmer than most might imagine.He was working against great odds, in fact.He hadn’t mingled with the girls previously, and they showed no interest in him at all when he joined their posse.The older ones were downright rude to him, the younger ones very apprehensive.
He showed immense interest, of course, but still, he must’ve been very persistent in a very short time.And, the chances they would happen to be cycling right then, well we figured there wasn’t any hope.
Another no-nonsense homesteading family, praise be!
“That is why we homestead. Preparation. Confidence in our own abilities. The option to laugh at the media. The ability to help others as needed. Let’s get our wits back and do a raid on library books and craft supplies instead. We are all going to be okay.”
In my mind, especially after watching the absolute chaos of this week unfold, I feel like old fashioned principals and homesteading practices have never been more important to incorporate into one’s life. Then one might not be so apt to wipe out the shelves of Walmart hoarding toilet paper over a cold that Oregon Grape […]
I guess after being accused of being Luddites before we knew the meaning of the word, and having emphatically denied it through several more accusations, we’ve at last adopted it as true.
Now I wonder why there aren’t more of us.After all, all technology is the equivalent of Prometheus bringing fire.Is that to be no cause for concern?It all carries the power of goodness and of destruction.
Even the written word, and the shoe, two of man’s greatest, earliest tools, became proverbial Pandora’s boxes.
One Man and a Chainsaw in Texas
What do you think of with that title? The popular horror film, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
Or, do you think of the magnificence that is the invention of the chainsaw?Fire to warm and create or fire to torture and kill?
Handy Hubby’s still plowing through the remnants of last spring’s ‘tornado’.As fortune would have it, the trail he’d just cleared to make way for the fencing of the second pasture was the exact path the ‘tornado’ chose.Amazing.
I know these constant chaotic weather events are not just Mother Nature, and that man has developed weather tampering techniques, which could be used for good, but are instead being used in public manipulation and covert warfare.
Yet, thanks to another of man’s technologies, what once not too long ago would’ve taken weeks for one man, now takes days—just one man and a chainsaw.It’s truly awesome.
I’m far more inspired by that relatively simple technology of our forefathers than all that’s being boasted about, and experimented with, today.
But we, Luddites or otherwise, don’t get a vote.
Before and After—make that one man, a chainsaw and a tractor.
Because if you’re not on board—hook, line and sinker—with whatever the technocrats care to shoot down the pipeline this week, well, you’re just a Luddite.A bitter clinger to the past.A sore loser who needs to roll over already.An old curmudgeon.
Whatever the wheel of fortune has in store for you, whoever’s spinning that wheel, you’re just along for the ride, buckle-up, and don’t forget to say thank you.
“This is how you prepare a populace to accept a police state willingly, even gratefully. You don’t scare them by making dramatic changes. Rather, you acclimate them slowly to their prison walls. Persuade the citizenry that their prison walls are merely intended to keep them safe and danger out. Desensitize them to violence, acclimate them to a military presence in their communities, and persuade them that only a militarized government can alter the seemingly hopeless trajectory of the nation.” (JW)
Watching the events of the various lockdowns unfold, I couldn’t help but think of Nazi Field Marshal Hermann Goering’s remarks during the Nuremberg trials. As Goering noted: It is always a simple matter to drag people along whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or […]
Far too often we mistake weakness for valor and meekness for wisdom.
Here’s an excellent article that explores how this might have come about in our culture.
This brief essay aims to provide some sociological, psychological and philosophical insights on why altruism is overrated, and on why egoism should be rediscovered as the main source of individual self-fulfilment and self-expression. While altruism is widely considered to be a virtue, egoism is generally pictured as a vice: can this paradigm be overturned?…
