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Life Skills Stolen: A Lesson in Hurricanes

About an hour’s drive south over 50 inches of rain has been recorded. Here, we had two inches, barely enough to moisten the parched topsoil, not enough to create even a small puddle for the ducks to romp through. The creek remains low, the pond empty.

Of course Houston is no stranger to floods, or Galveston, or anywhere or anyone who has lived along the Gulf South for any short length of time. While we lived there we were so fortunate as to experience two so-called “100 year hurricanes” in just three years — during Hurricane Katrina we were living in New Orleans, during Hurricane Ike we were living in Galveston.

I refused to live in the Gulf zone, anywhere, after that. The folks that remain must really love it there, or be more resilient than I am, or have lives and jobs and loved ones they can’t bare to do without. I respect their preferences and choices, but I chose that we should get the hell out.

Sometimes a woman has to put her foot down. Or at least, compromise, with pleas and tears. No my dear, we cannot move back to Spain, Hubby concluded, but we can move north of Hurricane Zone and south of Tornado Alley.

OK, it’s a deal! I wonder, maybe more women should be making that sort of deal for the good of their sanity and pocketbooks? I don’t want to give unsolicited advice, but if you choose to remain in the Gulf, it’s only logical and pragmatic and wise in every way that you are emotionally, financially, spiritually capable of living in dangerous regions.

I had long had a respect for self-reliance, having lived in Eastern Europe, where to be Šikovnyý (handy, skillful) was taken to an art form. They didn’t take their Skoda to the mechanic, if they couldn’t fix it, a neighbor could. They cooked from scratch, they mended clothes, they had gardens and grew vegetables in them usually, not grass. There was scarcely any packaging, the waste–I remember that as most impressionable of all–there was hardly any waste.

Of course that changed fast as soon as the Soviets left and the new Big Brother took over. This was progress. Goods filling the shelves, boxes and cans filling the garbage. It was as fascinating to watch as it was hard to watch.

It’s amazing how fast life skills can be lost. Or maybe I should say stolen, because that’s what I really think. The skills that kept cultures thriving and self-reliant and community-driven are being stolen from right under our noses, and our parents’ and grand-parents’ and now even great grand-parents’ noses. For the U.S. at least, this goes way back.

Commodify everything, even the very air we breath and water we need to survive. You are not a good capitalist unless you are willing to drown cities at will in order to profit nicely and have the added benefit of restructuring at will.

See, what ends up happening in these recurrent disasters is those folks who are not self and/or community reliant, are not independent and are most often not the least bit Šikovnyý get in dire circumstances every few years and the government and their communities and extended family and distant friends and loads of complete strangers feel absolutely compelled to help them out. Usually through agencies and funds that are syphoning and squandering these do-gooders’ money. There is not only here what Dr. Phil would surely call “enabling” unhealthy lifestyles, but also in some cases, even a dose of pathological altruism.

I saw after Hurricane Katrina that actually what was happening in New Orleans was a land-grab. I suspect the same and similar is happening with every weather event, and, to go even further, these events, weather and otherwise, are being manufactured.

If you find this preposterous, incredulous, impossible, you need only spend a few hours at these sites to uncover exactly how this is done and has been done for many decades.

Jim Lee’s Weather Modification History

Dane Wigington’s Geoengineering Watch

I know it sounds odd, but those two hurricanes were perfect impetuses for positive change in our lives. Hubby never wanted to live in New Orleans. I never wanted to live in Galveston. We both fancied the idea of having chickens.

And chickens, being the gateway livestock, led to ducks and turkeys, pigs and sheep, goats and . . .

I no longer send money or volunteer, as I had long done, to anyone affected by a disaster through any organization, especially the government. The weather modification programs, and therefore the weather chaos, is a problem they are creating, which they want the public to bare the brunt of on the front end through taxes and the back through disaster relief. It’s a con.

Yes, folks suffer. I get that and I am feeling for them and sending them prayers. Mostly my prayers are saying, “If you can’t handle living in an area that is repeatedly a disaster zone, do like me, and put your foot down, and get the hell out of the Gulf for good.”

It’s just not worth it. It’s not going to get better.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n25jYRIPRQE

30 Days Clean

I got my 30 day chip and then relapsed. I was nervous about telling Handy Hubby. I couldn’t decide if it was better to admit it immediately, or to wait until he was home from work. In person, that’s better, right?

Or, was I just stalling.

August, my annual month of failures. I was doing so good; I was so confident. Then BAM, it’s always the same, from white to black in an instant. What is this mysterious pull we call addiction? It’s more powerful than the will of the most powerful around us. In my circle of fellow addicts not even a one commented they’d noticed I’d been away, so absorbed are these friends in addictions of their own.

I was on the wagon, as they say. Or is it off the wagon? I can never remember. It felt good, really good. I didn’t want it anymore, I could see through its tempting illusions, the anxiety and regret and guilt had vanished. I was above it, looking down on my previous weaknesses as a queen might a pauper. Over-confidence, perhaps. Maybe I should’ve gone to a meeting.

Is there a Fakebooks Anonymous? In fact, a whole Escape Social Media extended program for abusers (preferably in Hawaii)?

I see acute and chronic symptoms in folks all around me, yet few of us even try to escape it even knowing it’s being monitored and manipulated by the CIA, the NSA and who knows who in the world else. The evidence and confessions cannot be ignored, the cognitive dissonance cannot continue to control us all forever.

I wanted to find someone, that’s what did it, my relapse. How sad is that? I had no other way to find this person except through FB. This is unhealthy dependence, a solution that creates another problem, quite a few more in fact.

But I found our sweet pups there!

I have 300+ “friends” there!

How will I know what’s happening with the half dozen actually friends who post there? Don’t I learn what’s going on in the world there?

Every new person I meet wants to connect on FB; it’s one of the first questions now between strangers who want to stay in touch. Are you on FB?

Can I say ‘no’? It seems almost . . . impolite. Not to mention, a bit suspicious. Who’s not on FB these days? Might he be a criminal? Who is she hiding from?

Whether on the wagon or off it, round and round I go.

Maybe I need some FB methadone. Like, to go to back to my favorite old comfort zones: Love Boat, Fantasy Island, Charlie’s Angels.

Or, maybe Dr. Phil can help me.

Cheese-making: Science and Sensuality

Cheeses currently in our aging fridge, which is nothing more than a cheap beverage model sadly impersonating a cave in Switzerland: Swiss (of course), Tomme (another Alpine cheese), Munster, Camembert (wrapped in fig leaves), Pepper Jack, Farmhouse Cheddar (cloth-wrapped), Gouda, Dill Havarti, Mozzarella (the old-fashioned way), Ricotta. Plus, in the kitchen fridge: yogurt, kefir, Mexican queso, and chocolate ice cream–all homemade with the freshest Grade A, raw milk from small farm, grass-fed cows available for purchase in East Texas.

These are the kind of cheeses one has a tough time finding where to legally buy, or sell, not only in America, but in quite a few other Western countries as well. In most of the countries who consider themselves ‘free’ as far as I’m aware, acquiring licensing for everything dairy under the Federal sun will still not grant you the right to sell such cheeses. Big Brother is so very worried about our health, after all.
http://theplate.nationalgeographic.com/2015/09/30/some-like-it-raw-the-state-of-unpasteurized-cheese-in-the-u-s/

Some of these are cheeses the way our ancestors made them–even using fig sap as rennet and kefir as starter culture. Others of them have been made possible only with the help of modern science–freeze-dried cultures in order to create the holes and flavor of Swiss, for example, or the orange-rinded stinky varieties like Munster or Limburger, or the blue veins of the pungent Roquefort, the reliable white mold of a Camembert–which make it possible to imitate, with a reasonable degree of success, the most famous of region-specific cheeses we’ve come to know and love over the generations.

The first time I tasted cheese that did not come wrapped in plastic I was a teenager in France. It was also the first time I tasted milk straight from the cow. I was stunned to realize these products, considered the same from my own home to my host family’s home, had almost nothing in common. To the eye they appeared congruent, but to the other senses they were not even distant cousins.

But it’s one thing to harness an appreciation for the depth and subtitles of a finely- crafted cheese, it’s quite another to think you can make one. In Texas. In an ‘aging fridge’ from Wal-mart. With $7/gallon milk you drive 3 hours to acquire and sometimes using cultures manufactured in a lab.

Is it just for the love of cheese? It’s true, while doubtless they can’t compete with their cave-aged predecessors, still available in their natural state to only a precious few, I’ve made some of the best cheeses I’ve tasted available in this neck of the Piney Woods.

Handy Hubby appreciates my rather expensive and quite time-consuming hobby, but that’s just a bonus. I think these old skills and crafts are crucial to maintain and pass along to future generations, that’s for sure. But none of these good reasons would be enough, even all together, if it weren’t for the pleasure of the process.

The sensuality of cheese-making cannot be over-stated and to describe it would take poetry far superior than is my capacity to create. This is a hobby that touches, demands, cultivates every one of our senses and a fair amount of intellect as well. A whole-minded approach is crucial for success, because process alone will only get you so far.

You may scoff and think a cheese is a cheese, it’s a matter of taste alone, and they mostly taste the same. If so, you poor, poor dear.

“Those . . . from whom nature has withheld the legacy of taste, have long faces, and long eyes and noses, whatever their height there is something elongated in their proportions. Their hair is dark and unglossy, and they are never plump, it was they who invented trousers.”

Anthelme Brillat-Savarin The Physiology of Taste quoted in A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman

You may laugh and say . . . “sound?” If cheese-making requires a subtle practice of every sense than that includes sound . . . how silly.

Someday I will make the case for sound in good cheese-making, because I think there’s a case to be made. In addition to my own experimentation, I suspect I need search no further than the many monasteries made famous for their cheeses for more supporting evidence.

Cheese is still more pleasure than exudes the senses in the thrill of retrieving and treasuring a fading art, and in marrying the inevitable couple of progress and tradition.

“We are all served more and more by factory machines, maybe inevitably, and by schedules, even our own, and in time, as has often been pointed out, we come to serve them. Some of us are becoming chafed by it all. We seek to reaffirm ourselves, to do and make for ourselves, to find new ways to do so–many of them admittedly old ways, but new and revitalizing ones to us and our friends. We want to find out how the basic components of our lives are made and come to us to use. We seek to become part once more of the processes, and possessors once more of the details of our own existence.”

The Cheeses and Wines of England and France, with Notes on Irish Whiskey
by John Ehle

A few favorite references and a favorite resource:

2016quesocheesedip-1024x932 — The Promiseland Farm

If you want to start somewhere, this is a super easy cheese even a picky American kid would surely like, think Velveeta, only healthy. http://thepromiselandfarm.com/queso-cheese-spread-dip/

No More Fakebook

“Fakebook,” Handy Hubby calls it. Of course he’s right, I’ve long known he’s right. I left Fakebook years ago, then went back, against my better judgment. It has become to me one more insufferable Catch-22 of the modern age.

I’ve met a few good folks there and it was the source in finding our new livestock guard dog pups, who are so precious it’s a real challenge not to spoil them!

It is a good tool for keeping in touch, no doubt. I’ve also appreciated how it’s like the modern equivalent of scrapbooking in some fundamental ways. They keep better track of our photos than I do. They record it all. And therein lies the Catch 22.

Fakebook has tipped in scales to more negative than positive, not just for me, I see folks leaving it and considering leaving it and I can’t blame them, in fact, I’ve again just rejoined the leavers, and this time, I’m never going back.

Oh my, I just felt a twang of panic in my gut. Never? Did I really mean that? That’s so very . . . permanent.

I know it’s wrong! I know they are spying, manipulating, engineering, censoring, and if that weren’t bad enough, the ads are over the top. I just can’t stand it. In fact, I find I’m turning to books, real books printed on real paper, just to be able to find a recipe without eight ads and pop-ups attached.

And I know very well it’s not just about the advertising, that’s just the surface level annoyance and distraction. It is about Big Data, which I’ve written about several times already, but for those still uninformed, some background material.

https://www.corbettreport.com/episode-319-psychographics-101/

And Truthstream Media:

If I am to align my life with my principles, as I’ve sworn to do, I cannot support this level of technocracy. Next will be the Smart phones, out of our lives! We do just fine without satellite TV already. We will vehemently reject all 5G roll-out “Smart” crap that we possibly can.

We will get better at it, these things take considerable time and effort. We are gradually becoming more refined in making due with the old ways, and isn’t it ironic. I jumped on-board with educational technology as a grad student, made it my thing, taught online courses since the first years that was possible.

And now I look and shiver as at a golem. Oh my stars, what have we created?

I must take a deep bow to those who saw it decades before I did, the ones I once considered practically prehistoric. The ‘old folk’ who were so afraid of technology, so concerned about privacy. The paranoid ones who suspected, no, even had valid proof, that the government could not be trusted with this information power house.

We are in the process collectively of accepting enslavement to the grid. If you still believe the powers-that-be are benevolent, that once was me. I can’t say all that it was that blinded me then, I was seeing it and reading it, but it wasn’t yet REAL.

I’m reminded of famous words that made a decent impression on me so long ago I can’t recall, by Ralph Waldo Emerson. “Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.”

We, Kensho, have been learning about self-reliance. It’s more work and more responsibility than I’d known before, certainly much more physical labor. Many sacrifices have been made by us both. We stopped traveling. Our social and political priorities have shifted. Our values and worldview and tolerance levels have become much more refined. Our skill-sets have increased ten-fold. One of these days I’ll make a list.

But this post is about Fakebook. What it offers is not worth what it takes away. In its absence I’ve started reading fiction again. I’ve also decided to take up sewing, which surprises me about my own self as much as when I took up cheesemaking, my now favorite hobby by far and one I’m getting pretty good at.

Fakebook is a time-sucking, energy-wasting, spell-casting, manipulating, ad-pushing pain in the ass. I’m done.

“It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

There are so many better things to do!

Part 21: Strawberry Fields Forever

The perception sorcery we find ourselves in

Awash in illusion, deception, sin

Which flowers you grow laws rule

Let me take you down

Cause I’m going to

Strawberry fields

Nothing is real

And nothing to get hung about

Living is easy, with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see.

Always, no sometimes, think it’s me.
But you know when it’s a dream.

THE OA

I think I know it means a “Yes” but it’s all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Married to illusion. What sort of glam-golem are we-they creating?

You get to see the pretty pictures. But not the shit, literal shoveling shit, that went in to creating them. A Walt Disney dream. For every success, a dozen failures you don’t see. I don’t talk about.

This is what I really think, after many months of research into Geoengineering.

https://youtu.be/Ait_Fs6UQhQ

We are all now ruled by the cartoonish mentality of the technocracy. They are trying to force upon us a reality based on illusion.

I want to thank the following folk for their work, which has helped me tremendously to navigate this fool’s path. This particular journey may be over, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to move on too far.

yamakawa

What a long strange trip it is.

Part 20: Sabotage

Sabotage is a word that immediately makes me think of a song, which makes me remember a person.

I wish this were not the case, because the song is rather awful, though I liked it in my youth. The person is the one who introduced me to the song, my first real love relationship as a quasi-adult, accompanied by the typical bittersweet accoutrements those loves tend to take.

We were too young to think seriously of marriage, or seriously about much of anything. It was sex, drugs and rock and roll, seasoned with a bit of university study. The song is by Beastie Boys. I danced at frat parties, singing along between beer bongs and hits off the pipe, to some of the most offensive and vulgar lyrics imaginable.

My imagination was obviously not too developed yet, as those early rap songs were Shirley Temple’s ‘Good Ship Lollipop’ compared to what was being sung a decade later. And now? It sounds as if the bar has been so lowered as to no longer be visible by human perception.

Here I’ve been harping on for months about fake and fraudulent science and the disaster in the making that is Geoengineering, and dreading this particular post, #20. This path of the fool is nearly over, I haven’t the stamina to begin another one too soon, which means I must get these last two right.

I have not judged myself too harshly, for those extended years of parties and travel and romance. I grew out of it, eventually, as did he. Some were not so lucky, and died instead. For me it was relatively harmless, I was a foolish party girl for a while, and I expect I’d choose it again in that age, though I’d never choose a redo now.

Are you kidding me? No way! Have you looked at what’s going on these days?! It’s not about kind buds and ecstasy, it’s heroin! It’s round-the-clock pharmaceuticals. It’s multi-generational drug abusers who make Grandma’s daily dry martinis seem like teatime at the Waldorf.

There is no real making sense of any of it rationally, until you understand sabotage. Sabotage I’d first heard said, comes from the word ‘sabot’– a wooden clog–which is rumored to have been a way French anarchists would slyly disturb the status quo, apparently by using their shoe as a proverbial monkey wrench to the machine.

What our world is experiencing now is layer upon layer of sabotage. Like the 100th monkey, the game catches on, it begins to accelerate exponentially, more folks get sucked into playing, some get very good at it. Some of the saboteurs get so good at the game, they forget their role is as saboteurs. They think they are heroes. They hold the loftiest roles in the game. They BELIEVE! They are proud! They helped to lower the bar and so they are good.

‘We are all in this together,’ they chant! The answer is LOVE!

The answer, so they say, resides in one of the most nebulous terms on the planet. We should know what love is; it should mean the same to everyone around the globe, we should spread that knowing and embrace whatever comes as a result, because unconditional love is contagious and we will all be one big happy human family.

We’ll just have to lower the bar a little bit more, because debauchery, vulgarity, lechery, sloth, addiction, those words are all so judgey and we can’t have hate speech! We can have songs full of debased and abusive lingo, we can sing along to them, but to question what we’re singing is too critical and hateful for normal conversation. Just pretend you are still 22 and a silly party girl, forever.

Nothing is worth fighting for. It’s just the grand chessboard. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. Sing along. Repeat after me. Everything’s fine. You’re getting sleepy. Nothing to worry about. Surrender gently . . that’s right . . . it’s just the age settling in. Just stay calm, we’re almost there.

Part 17: Arcane XVII

It’s taken me seventeen cards now to figure out what it is specifically I don’t like about science. Others have said to me I don’t like science before, but I told them they were wrong. I pointed out my sincere appreciation of such great innovations like air conditioning and freeze-dried cheese cultures, PVC pipe and bolt-tolerant hybrid seeds, not to mention the chemical poisons I do actually sometimes use, in dire situations, like for fire ants and poison ivy, my two greatest nature nemeses.

Science is an extremely vast subject area, like religion, where it seems far too simplistic to say you like it, or you don’t like it. More black and white thinking that’s such a mainstay of modern culture.

I said early on in this series I’d go back to the very origins of science, alchemy, or wherever else this ‘Path of the fool’ took me. It’s only now I’ve come across a simple definition of science that shines just the right light on the center of my issue with science. “Science is the study of observable facts.”

I have some observable facts in the sky right now in the form of a cobweb of man-made clouds covering the sky. NASA at once names these “clouds” while still denying the existence of ‘chemtrails,’ which are clearly making said clouds, at least some of them.

Scientists debate about global warming, whether it exists or doesn’t exist, without ever discussing the man-made chemical clouds covering the sky and changing the weather. Some even ignore that weather and climate might be at all related! As an analogy, it would appear that to science the study of a star is so vastly different from the study of a constellation or the galaxy that these distinct and separate fields rarely cross paths. I find this to be jaw-dropping dumb. I must be wrong, please, someone correct me!

The geoengineers themselves say in their global climate manipulation plans, there will be “weather winners and losers.” But they don’t talk about the weather modification that’s been going on for over one hundred years. Totally unrelated apparently. They propose “solar radiation management” SRM, which would require emitting an array of chemicals in the sky to block the sun and reflect radiation back into space. They deny this is a program currently in progress. They give a test date and location in Tucson, Arizona where they will give a shot from a balloon, that’s all.

The dozens of photos I’ve taken of chemical clouds over our property being at least partial emitted by aircraft are impossible, scientifically speaking. The thousands of videos of concerned folks around the globe who are posting all over Youtube and doing all they can to generate awareness and some even remote level of transparency are all just crazy conspiracy theorists, or anti-science wackos, or the most unfortunate combination of the two.

The numbers are staggering, earthly constellations of crazy conspiracy theorists around the globe pointing at the sky, but nothing reaching the airwaves of the mainstream media. How do they manage that? I have some ideas and I’ll be sharing them as the journey moves along.

For now, let me share some of the ones I’ve found impactful just in recent weeks.

http://www.wakingtimes.com/2016/03/14/who-owns-the-weather/

Michael Murphy Unconventional Grey documentary interview, Coast to Coast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7874VBtf7YI

Chemtrails over France and Corsica, called of course, ‘normal’
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNn-fV0WQ2Q

http://www.aircrap.org/2017/03/25/its-your-sky-tennessee/

http://www.aircrap.org/2017/03/21/truly-new-manhattan-project-video/

JFK clip: weather modification and control
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PocH-xZ67o0

Jim Lee’s fantastic work on all kinds of geoengineering fronts, this one is my favorite but there is much more. https://weathermodificationhistory.com/

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2017/mar/24/us-scientists-launch-worlds-biggest-solar-geoengineering-study?CMP=share_btn_tw

“And by the way, it’s not really a moral hazard, it’s more like free-riding on our grandkids.” David Keith, Geoengineer

I wonder, in the climate manipulation agenda, will we be weather winners or losers? How about y’all? How about your grandkids? Will Monsanto’s aluminum and abiotic-resistant seeds be able to feed the entire globe as the chemicals saturate all land, air and water? Do you find the experiments of science worth the cost?

Part 12: Upside Down World

I’ve asked a number of folks what they think of my ‘gravity-free icicles’ photos from November, when the temperature dropped by 50 degrees in a few hours.

I’ve sent it to strangers with Youtube channels who I thought might be interested in this sort of phenomenon. I’ve had no replies from them. I did hear back from one friend whose simple comment has made the most sense so far. “It’s like the world turned upside-down,” he said.

It certainly is. It’s 85 degrees right now here on the wee homestead, yesterday I got stung by a wasp on the knee in the house. Ouch! Not only are wasps circling in this unseasonable warmth, we’ve been vacuuming up lady bugs by the thousands. I once thought lady bugs were kinda cute, now they are on par in my view with ticks and fleas.

“It’s great! I’m in my summer clothes,” chirps the choir, parroted across social media. Strawberry fields forever! Nothing to get hung about!

Adapt2030 says there’s a Grand Solar Minimum reeking havoc in the world, and it’s going to get much worse over the next years. A new Ice Age, it seems. Then there’s the Pole shift to consider. And Planet X, or is it Nibiru? Lots of speculation on all the weather craziness, obviously. And folks love to talk the weather, and I love to talk the weather with folks, until I say, “What are all those lines in the sky?”

What about the weather modification? What about the chemtrails?

When I look up this is what I see. I don’t like it!

What the hell is going on up there? This is considered “sunny” by the local weather man. All is normal, just a bit unseasonable. Why can’t we get any straight answers?

Oh, but the weather, look, it’s beautiful! 85 degrees in February! The pear trees are blooming so the bees are happy! Just get happy too!

Daffodils in January, stop complaining, what could be wrong with that?!

The pigs don’t seem to mind, look how they’ve grown!

What if life was just a game? Nothing is real . . .

Tori races piglets, cute vid, bad game. 🙂

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B1Qf-Qcg0t83MWF2Z0REY3pkb28

This week’s bread crumbs:

Best channel I’ve found to better understand how the weather is being manipulated with visual aids, for fun and profit, at a location near you– 1PacificRedwood https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXcnHuosOLaKOGU0qQoYzfA

How it’s going down . . .

http://www.startribune.com/what-tocqueville-foretold-a-despotic-democracy/260480181/

In upside down world . . .

https://www.cdc.gov/vaccines/schedules/downloads/child/0-18yrs-child-combined-schedule.pdf

Part 11: It’s Not Science

Science fraud and fantasy, the topic of 10 previous posts, is just another symptom of a much deeper problem. I’m inclined to write that it seems some folks just think too much, and play to little, but then one only has to turn on the TV to find the contradiction.

Every once in a while someone will mistake me for a socialist and this boggles my mind. I think their assumption comes from the fact that I’m rather vocal about my concern for the environment. Such concerns are considered “leftist” though why this is the case I’ve hardly a clue. By what error of linguistics does “conservative” mean one who cares not about conserving? When did the word “progressive” come to mean progress ourselves into imprisonment?

These labels are not only contradictory, they are ludicrous and becoming more so by the day. I can clearly see it furthers the typical ‘divide and conquer’ tactics.

The story seems to go back to that same black and white thinking I keep complaning about. Either I am for the unadulterated slaughter and pillage of nature, or I am for Agenda 2030, apparently. This seems a result of sport’s-minded group think, because the group’s need for cohesion trumps the nuances of the individual’s critical thinking.

These days this has been taken to the pinacle—if it can’t be tweeted, it won’t get heard. Every time I hear a newscaster talk about the latest tweets of Hollywood celebrities or politicians, I get a ping-pong pang deep inside that is represented in the mystifying gulf between little girl giggling and disgusted matron moaning.

At these times I thank the stars I’m far from alone in these feelings.

I also find comfort in the knowing that there are laws that govern far and above the laws of man. Believe it or not, this does not mean I believe in God. Any more than that last sentence means I’m an atheist. Collectivist social engineering has fostered the evolution of the ‘each in his category’ syndrome of precisely crafted personas and acceptable archetypes with a palpable paranoia for those who don’t fit or stay in their teeny tiny boxes.

I may not know much at all about science or politics, but I do know government is never the solution to any problem. Government is in the control business. Their role may work fine to control a problem, for a while anyway, but the government cannot solve it. Individuals solve problems, sometimes groups of individuals, and then the government takes ownership of those solutions and uses it to further their own growth and power.

Head of the organization Riverkeeper and slated to lead a commission on vaccine safety, Robert F. Kennedy argues: “What polluters do is escape the discipline of the free market. You show me a polluter, I’ll show you a subsidy — a fat cat who’s using political clout to escape the discipline of the free market.”

What happens now when individuals form groups in order to have the power to fight the fat cats? In our Corporatocracy they will quickly learn all the fat cats are slurping from the same bowl. There have been some valiant efforts over the last decade. The great global fervor against GMOs comes first to mind, but there are many more each accomplishing so little while fighting so hard that the average Walmart shopper still does not know what this acronym means and stands in line at Walgreens every year to get their subsidized flu shots.

But I have faith that nature finds a way to balance herself, even against all odds and the individual is a microcosm of nature. The individual will only allow himself to be swallowed up by the group for so long before rebelion is inevitable. We are no where near that point yet, in my opinion, but the road has been paved, and those who tend toward lesser resistance are bound to follow it eventually.

Jon Rappoport: “Holding high-level criminals accountable doesn’t have to equal being swallowed up by socialism. It’s actually a step on the road to restoring the root meaning of capitalism—absent the cronies and their deals and payoffs and subversions and perversions.”

https://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2017/01/30/robert-f-kennedy-jr-the-best-thing-that-could-happen-to-the-environment-is-free-market-capitalism/

Someday the contradictions of our times will be written and rewritten, interpreted and reinterpreted. Our progeny, even those simple Walmart shoppers, will realize how beautifully nuanced is the expression, ‘All roads lead to Rome.’

Unslaved Channel’s ‘Contradictions of History’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlIvK5eMvnA

toriplay_copy — “You discover more about someone in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.” ~Plato

Science Fraud & Fantasy (part 9)

Bingo! I knew it was just a matter of time and determination before I’d find someone who could explain what the hell is going on with the manipulated weather in layman’s terms. Scalar technology, ELF Waves, creating vortices with lasers, creating updrafts, manipulating storms with microwaves, directing and intensifying hurricanes, yup, it’s all there and it’s all happening and has been for years now.

In this must-see video Dutchsinse explains not only how the technologies work, but also why as well as debunking a few of the skeptics and disinfo agents.

Weather modification 101
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogpNcknyGjg&list=PL55hQ9ietGo2ZlNLT2nyB-zWEwx6l-XLT&index=8

I am one giant leap closer to understanding the photos I’ve been taking from recent weather fronts. I knew it had to do with something other than cloud-seeding for the simple reason that after heavy spray periods we are still not getting rain. We have however been overcast, hot and nearly rainless for months, except for the periodic and engineered severe and sudden temperature drops.

On social media a woman expressed her enthusiasm for the great scientists who are creating perfect weather for us all. Wow! The ignorance and naiveté apparently knows no bounds.