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 . . .
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.”
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.’
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.
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.
This week’s breadcrumbs. The list is long I know, but finally we’re hitting it with full steam!
At what point in human history did the scales tip toward destruction as an acceptable means to resurrection? Certainly destruction is already a foundational aspect of nature, but why intentionally exacerbate it? Prolonging life has been an obsession of mankind since the dawn of civilization, but is this the fascination of the many, or a privileged few?
And where do these precious few draw the line, if ever they do?
The solutions are invariably more technology to solve the problems created by technology. The weather is not acceptable, let’s fix the weather with toxic pollutants. The human life span is not acceptable, let’s fix that with the blood of our youth. Our food is not sufficient enough, let’s fix that with fake food. Kill the bees with science, build robot bees with technology. And on and on.
Data is easily manipulated to serve multiple bottom lines. But you don’t need scientific data to bring up an obvious point to anyone who is staunchly pro-technology, and they are not hard to find. Say to him or her: I can see, from photos and my own life experience, that children today are not as healthy as they used to be.
One simple question and you will have them fumbling and finger pointing–not my industry, not GMOs, no. It’s TV. And the TV executives say, how absurd, we are not responsible for children’s sedentary behaviors. It’s the parents. And the parents say it’s the schools’ responsibility, and the schools say it’s the government’s responsibility, and round and round we go.
I say, scientists and technocrats and fervent followers, the children are more unhealthy, what say you?!
The junk food, the GMOs, the pollution, the vaccines, the internet, the failures of the family, the failures of the government, an unhappy God, disease spread by too many immigrants, too much sun, too little sun, who, or what is responsible?
Perhaps, Oh Wise Ones, instead of finger pointing, might you look for examples where this is not the case? What about look at some communities where it is clear the people look healthier, maybe compare their habits with some of our own clearly unhealthy-looking peoples. What do they have in common? What might we learn from their habits, what might we rediscover from the traditions of our own ancestors?
Weston A. Price did just that. His work is becoming more well-known, but the experts are not convinced. Why? Because they don’t like his conclusions, they go against everything the diet dictocrats have been saying for a century. And, heaven forbid, they have nothing at all to do with technology!
Our ancestors, the indigineous cultures, were healthier thanks to their diets, long before science came into the picture. Science and technology are taking us further from optimum health and longevity, not closer to it, as they seem so intent to achieve.
“In the 1930s, a dentist from Ohio travelled the world to study the diets of indigenous peoples who exclusively ate local traditional foods. He compared their glowing good health, excellent bone structure, and mental stability to the Americans of his day, who were suffering from dental problems, mental illness, allergies, arthritis, asthma, heart disease, diabetes, digestive disorders and cancer. What Dr. Price discovered: • Traditional diets contain abundant vitamins and minerals, especially vitamins A, D, and K2, found in seafood and the fat and organ meats of grass-fed animals. • When indigenous people adopted processed and denatured foods such as white flour, sugar, canned foods, vegetable oils, and pasteurized milk, they developed the same chronic diseases that plague us today.”
What solutions are we implementing, here on the wee homestead? We started with organic gardens and poultry, then beehives, now we have just added piglets. Sheep and goats are coming soon. We cook our meals from scratch, slaughter our own meat, bake our own bread, make our own cider, and our own cheese.
Should through our efforts we manage to live long, healthy, productive lives, we will die peacefully when our natural time comes, contented we did not feed on the blood of our progeny. We may even be blessed enough to benefit future generations by safeguarding some of the skills acquired by our successful ancestors over thousands of years.
I’m not sure what spirits of the land ignited me yesterday, but I was suddenly driven to create my first wildcraft wreaths. We took a short walk and gathered my supplies: blackberry vines, eucalyptus, rosemary, bay laurel, lemongrass, rose hips and buds, and the ever-pervasive yaupon. (BTW, yaupon leaves browned and crushed makes a tea so similar to black tea it might even fool a real Englishman.) Within a few hours I’d crafted these little gems, no experience necessary.
I’m not saying they’d win any awards, but I had fun and I’m happy to be bringing in the natural beauty of the great outdoors and not be purchasing more imported artificial crap.
A few are convinced, as am I, that the creative force connects us to something greater than the self. There is an awareness that seems to imbibe a non-temporal, non-spatial state of being. I had no idea how to do this, yet I did it, without a coach, or a class, or any advice from the internet or my far more crafty sister. I did almost call her, I’ll admit. But then a still small voice said, “No, you’ve got this.”
I consider myself very lucky that my family and friends are not ones who expect gifts from me. But this Christmas I’m going to step it up a notch–I will purchase nothing, at all. I will forage and create. And who knows, in a few years maybe you will find me at the local Arts & Crafts fair, with my own stall, sharing my wildcrafts with other lovers of nature.
I invite y’all to rethink your purchases these holidays and consider getting crafty instead.
I’ve been avoiding the elections because I know they are akin to pro-wrestling for the educated, and the NBC pre-debate warm-up comparing it to a sporting match demonstrates this is a common enough perception.
I don’t watch them, I don’t like them, I don’t trust them. Still, I found myself watching, as I suspect many others as well. According to reports it was the most watched ever, or some such hype.
It was as dull as I expected it to be, but I was watching with a smart little cyber group that made it more palatable. Almost nothing stuck out too much for me except that the Republican wore blue and sat on the left and the Democrat on the right wore red, obviously expressly set that way, thanks to their handlers’ designs. And, I noticed that she looked much better than in previous weeks, thanks to botox and make-up so mask-like it made her face nearly expressionless, which exaggerated his already clownish expressions.
I kept thinking, what exactly am I watching here? What is the purpose of this debate?
Then, snap, it came, in their moment of comraderie and agreement: The Terror Watch List.
Of course we can all agree that guns should not go to folks on government watch lists! Right?
Did y’all catch that too?
Do you know who is on those lists? Do you know how we got there? Do you know we can’t get off them without personal sponsorship from an FBI agent? Do you know we are not told why we are on one of these lists or even that we are on one? Do you know who has access to these lists? Did you realize the vast majority of folks on those lists have never been convicted of a crime, let alone accused of one?
Quite probably millions of innocent people are on these lists, which are shared between government agencies and corporations of all sorts. There is little besides our surveillance state and the Federal Reserve that is more an example of our oligarichal, totalitarian, neo-fascist control grid besides these completely unconstitutional lists.
I am on one. Are you? Would you even know? Would you like to know how to find out?
It’s been a busy few weeks processing all those pears—I canned over 30 jars of them, we’ve got 15 gallons of pear wine brewing and 9 jars of pear-ginger marmalade. I also harvested our first honey, a whopping 4.5 pints!
(I consider leaving out this part where I admit I did not mean to harvest so much, but I made the novice mistake of lifting out a bar full of capped honeycomb, which in a topbar hive should not be done in high heat, because the comb can pull right off the bar and fall into the hive, which is exactly what happened. It then smashed onto the neighboring comb, killed lots of bees, and meant I had to then harvest two combs and pull out dead bees with tweezers. Not my finest hour.)
Also, we’ve had another agoristic experience I’m happy to report: 3 wild hogs from a friend traded for a half-dozen dressed ducks. No cash exchanged, that means no cash to line the banksters’ pockets or to pay for more illegal wars. I love the idea of agorism, it makes so much sense to me. But, like with all things, the theory is always easier to come to than the practice.
In fact, I could have several more occasions for bartering if I felt more comfortable simply asking. We had a dump truck load of mulch delivered, the perfect missed opportunity. There are many skills involved that require me to up my game and learn things I’ve spent my life avoiding, because I’ve never liked doing them–like marketing, networking, various other entrepreneurial-type skills. I’ve never been that comfortable or concerned with money and I automatically zone out whenever numbers come up. New challenges pop up over the simplest things that hadn’t much occurred to me before, like how to assign value to things or services. What is a dressed duck worth compared to an undressed hog? This is a question a suburban girl never expects to ponder in her lifetime.
Also problematic is distance. I see that bartering sites are popping up quite a bit now in urban areas and folks are exchanging even more now using old standbys like Craigslist. But Austin, Dallas, and Houston are all about a 3-hour drive one way, which make regular trips there un-economical and far too time-consuming. While I’m thrilled to see how popular bartering is becoming, it’s not a decent short-term solution for us.
Now that I’m pleasantly and perhaps permanently unemployed I like the idea of trying to find other ways to exchange and earn that wouldn’t set us back so far that Handy Hubby would give up the plan of an early retirement. That’s our five-year plan. We don’t want to start a business, not in the traditional sense anyway. We like the simple, uncomplicated sort of life; we’ve adjusted to it now. I think it was once referred to as “subsistence farming,” maybe even without the negative connotation. That’s another concept I never expected to ponder in my lifetime.
I guess the criticism from a reader that I am a neo-luddite was valid after all. I’ve changed in our nearly seven years here. Our paradigm has shifted. Cities are too crowded, even social media is too crowded. I hate to think the only option for selling our surplus would be to go back into the matrix and try to navigate the (meta)physical marketplace. Not that I don’t appreciate it now and again, but I’d much rather go for inspiration than labor.
Such thinking of short-term solutions led me to surf the darkweb, to research the black and gray markets. It was a very educational journey full of potentialities. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you about that here.
I’d love to hear from y’all–your links, ideas, thoughts, ramblings, all welcome, both practice and theory!
Our first honey harvest was an accidental success, I learned so much about what not to do!
Of course it’s Handy Hubby who does the real heavy lifting. I’m one lucky unemployed redneck wannabe!