Compassion Minus Consent

I’m something of a stickler for words, but what can I say, when you teach foreign languages for two decades a fetish for ‘le mot juste’ just comes with the territory.

Furthermore, when you love being a student as much as I do, it’s expensive to disagree with your teachers.  On the other hand, it’s far more expensive to not disagree when I think a disagreement is in order.

Which brings me back to a recent post where I disagree with my current favorite teacher, James True.  I don’t think I was persuasive enough in my argument, because he tried to shame me with group-think in front of the whole class (by class I mean his YouTube audience).  It didn’t work though, because my love of words is far stronger than my capacity for shame, or group-think.

I lie awake at night thinking about such things.  In the wee hours, that is usually between 2 and 3 am, I often get inspiration in the form of annoying insomnia.  It’s a fairly small price to pay for what occasionally turns out to be a spectacular insight.

So, I’m trying again, Professor True, to convince you to shift your expression ‘Compassion is not consent’ because I think it’s not accurate.  Embedded in the word compassion is consent.  Its etymology is ancient, unlike more modern words like empathy.  But, I already mentioned that in my first failed attempt to persuade.

And, I don’t want to just negate the expression, because I think I understand what is meant and the sentiment behind it.  Instead, I’d like to offer what I think is a more precise phrase in order to refine it.

Consider instead, if you please: “Compassion minus consent.”

Here’s why.

Understanding is based in intellect.  Empathy/sympathy is emotionally-centered.  But compassion comes from the core. I think so far the good professor would agree, because he talks often about the importance of being seated in one’s pelvis, though he uses more colorful expressions for that fact.

I believe these subtle differences in expression have considerable impact and can be used by nefarious powers against the greatest intentions and wills of man.  A couple of examples:

“We are all One” or “We are all in this together” is a kind of bastardization of an absolute truth: Everything is connected.  We live in a holistic system.  I believe this means that in the mind of man is buried the ancestral wisdom of all ages.  I believe this is true because I’ve experienced it personally.  Someday I’ll have the skill to express it.  But I don’t yet.

I believe this is also what NDE (near death experience) is about.  There is an ‘extended consciousness’ realm and I do believe some folks are able to move between these realms (sometimes against their will or comprehension).  We used to call it shamanism and try to cultivate it, now we call it schizophrenia and try to control it.  Professor True has several excellent posts on this topic.

Another example: “All we need is love” or the myriad variations that have bombarded us for several generations through art, film, books, music.  I’ve already said my piece on this a couple of times, so I won’t rehash it again.

I’m all for love and compassion.  I just think to saturate the culture with it or suggest it’s the magic bullet to end our social woes is actually undermining it.  True love and compassion should be earned and dished out sparingly.  Empathy, sympathy, understanding should be extended as far and wide as humanly possible.  Kindness, care and concern should be liberally applied, perhaps even where it’s not deserved.

And compassion, minus consent, is something awesome I could aspire to—I know it won’t be easy—but it seems to me a worthy goal of an enlightened social order.

In any case, these men are totally crushing in this best Apocalypse ever, and are so much more entertaining than this post.  Do something both fun and healthy for yourself on Father’s Day and check them out!

The NEW New World Order

I don’t suppose any conspiracy theorist will ever get an apology from any of the many for all their eye rolls and insults and blind bobbleheads promoting every lie and agenda of their corporate and government masters.

Instead, they’ll sign right on for whatever old bullshit that smells new again.  Lucky for us, the United Nations continues to make that very easy for them.

The UN loves us all so very much, they propose we end capitalism to make way for, drum roll please . . .

Happytalism!  Yippie!

Happytalism is a new economic paradigm which places happiness, well-being, and freedom at the center of human development models, systems, and all life.

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The United Nations International Day of Happiness (UNIDOHappiness) recognizes happiness as a fundamental human right and goal, and is celebrated every March 20, forever.

UN Global Goals

Advancing a new economic paradigm of happytalism for humanity means mobilizing $30 trillion toward achieving the 17 UN Global Goals, 169 targets by 2030.

models, systems, and all life.

UNIDOHappiness

The United Nations International Day of Happiness (UNIDOHappiness) recognizes happiness as a fundamental human right and goal, and is celebrated every March 20, forever.

UN Global Goals

Advancing a new economic paradigm of happytalism for humanity means mobilizing $30 trillion toward achieving the 17 UN Global Goals, 169 targets by 2030.

Happiness is a fundamental right, and the UN is going to provide it for the world.  Don’t you feel special?  Just be happy, no matter what!

Health Impact News, thanks for some real reporting.

The UN “New World Order” Has Now Been Published: No Longer a “Conspiracy Theory”

I bet ‘contact tracing’ is part of their happiness regimen.  As well as global mandatory vaccines they’ll call ‘optional’ but you won’t be able to work, shop, travel without them.

But while you’re home you can be entertained with mind-numbing garbage, and remain eternally happy.

Her Mother’s Jade

She gave us a million dollars, surely we can grant her this one thing?  Keep it alive, that’s all she asked.

Her mother, she says, was a saint.  This jade came through her, and through her mother, and her mother’s mother.  Jade is a special sort of plant, kind of like a Wandering Jew in that way, give it what it wants and it’s immediately invasive, take it out of its narrow comfort zone and it withers dramatically before dying.  Your negligence would be in the spotlight for months while you went on not noticing, or, not caring.

She was a saint, it is said.  She could knit through wails for twenty minutes before noticing a thing.  Once trance broken, “Oh, Oscar stop already” muffled huff, return to needles.  Oscar scoffs, and stops.

Saint is code word for Expert of Dissociation.  Give the lady another medal. She could read or knit or drown in TV while the seas parted around her, and remain oblivious.  She could minimize and whitewash every ‘love bite’ and ‘love pinch’ and smile, or shrug, or eye-roll her way through a dozen abusive slurs.  That’s what it means to be a saint.

Long-suffering Jades, pass it on, don’t forget, don’t neglect, and always, pass those seeds on.

 

 

Twilight Zone Episode 19-Cov-ID

It was a small town, deep in the Piney Woods. There was the usual traffic.  Every drive-thru food establishment had lines around the corner, mostly with $60,000 pick-up trucks.

The grocery store shelves were full.  Signs everywhere boasted reasonable prices  : $6.99/beef tenderloin
$1.99/rack of pork ribs
$.69/pound chicken quarters
$2.29/dozen eggs

Yet, new employees emerge wearing bright vests emblazoned with a new title:  ‘Social Monitor’.   Vaccines are promised at lightening speed.

In the dinosaur media, new lingo and new rules fill the crevices that fact-banning once carved out: social distancing, home quarantine, face masks, flatten the curve, global lockdown, hotspots, crowd restrictions, contact tracing.

In the alternative media, looming threats of food shortages, mass starvation, accusations of vast conspiracies spin through a dark web of shills and trolls.  Scapegoats are threatened and delivered.  Crisis actors mingle with confused arm-chair detectives while artificial intelligence collects all the Big Data of the Virtual One World Takeover.

It was a pandemic.  It was a Plandemic.  It was the fog of war, against a virus.  Welcome . . .

Actor Forrest Compton of Twilight Zone fame dead of Corona virus at 94.

 

 

Make It Super Expensive

Make their tyranny expensive.  Make their lies expensive.

Because, you’re worth it. 

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Seed selection at Lowes in Louisiana, currently.

Because, we’re worth it.

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Because, freedom is worth it.

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Because, justice is worth it.

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Because, free speech is worth it.

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Because Truth is worth it.

Line at the Drive-thru Daiquiri, Louisiana, current.  Thank heavens they’re practicing proper social distancing!

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Let Go of the Rope!

My maternal grandfather taught me to waterski.  These are my best-worst memories of our relationship.  They began when I was 6, with special water skis for kids.  I remember he used to sing a song while he bathed in that lake about ‘the soap that floats’, Ivory, the only soap he used. “If you don’t use it you’re a dope.”

He used to stock-pile toilet paper too.  He’d scan the sales and drive miles out of his way to find well-priced toilet paper.  He said during the Great Depression his mother used to ration his squares as a child, an affront that clearly stayed with him until death. 

When I went to volunteer in the Czech Republic with the Peace Corps, he made sure in my Care Packages, sent by boat back then, of course, included toilet paper.  I cherished those packages.  The toilet paper was way better, but it was more that he had proved himself right that really mattered.  I’d shrugged him off, learned the ‘hard way’ as they say, wiped with something resembling tree bark, or, with my hand while ‘in Rome’ and realized toilet paper did really matter.

But, bidets are better.  I never did get a chance to mention that to him.

Anyway, the moral of this story is about the rope.  I was 6, learning to waterski on child-sized skis, from a man who thought the best way to teach me to swim was to throw me in the water without a ring or a life preserver of any variety.

Usually my awkward suffering made him laugh.  If it made me even extra hot and bothered to be laughed at, he laughed harder.

My first attempt at waterskiing though, he got everyone laughing.  Like I said, I was 6, on special skis made for children.  He coached me, and well, he really did.  He gave me some expert advice which I will never forget, he said, “Imagine yourself up.”  And I did.  And it worked!  I was up, it worked, I imagined myself up and I was up, he was brilliant!

And then I was down.  Down HARD.  Skis still trailing, hanging on to the rope, expecting, somehow, I guess, who’s to know, that somehow I’d get those skis back under me again from that death-defying position?!

Choking on water.  Nearly drowning, hanging on for dear life.  And far away, from this crazy craft directing me, and these crazy folk telling me what to do, mostly wrong for the moment, I heard, a Very distant, “Let go of the rope!  Let go of the rope!  Let go of the rope!”

And finally, I did.

And I went to my Grandmother there in her lounge chair on the banks, and in my 6 year old furry, coughing up lake water, choking, but still managing to belt out to her: “YOU said this would be FUN!”

And she laughed.  The woman who never water-skied in her life.  She tried to hide her laughter, but it just muffled under her faux-concern for my just-released from real torture stature, but I saw it, inside, she was laughing.

It’s a buoy now though, as it wasn’t then, because they taught me more about the world in that 20 minutes than anyone ever has before, or since.

 

 

 

COVID19 Rational Voices

I’ve been following the news about COVID19, but had convinced myself there’s nothing of value I could add to the already very thoroughly contradicting information.  I thought, why fan the flames of an already confusing issue when I’m not a doctor, or a journalist, or a politician, or really any expert of any kind with any relevant opinion.

Then I remembered, oh wait, I’m still a U.S. citizen.  Rural East Texas doesn’t look or act much differently than it did a month ago.  On the wee homestead, if we went without media, and being that Handy Hubby is still on vacation, we’d hardly notice anything was happening at all.  Yet, our life and livelihood are still very connected to how this ‘plandemic’—as the alternative circles are calling it—plays out in the public mind and on the public stage.

So, what I can do is share some very credible data the mainstream media would never cover, because spreading fear and chaos is their bread and butter.

Here are some far more rational voices I hope will get well-circulated in order to bring some balance and stability to the global plandemic hype.

BIO-WARFARE: Duff – ‘COVID 19 was a US Army Bio-Weapons Project to Manufacture a Pneumonia Causing Disease’ | RIELPOLITIK

COVER-UP: ‘Anthroposophy’, Rudolf Steiner’s Unique Take on the Connection Between 5G & Viruses | RIELPOLITIK

Planetary Hysteria: Manufactured COVID-19 “Health Crisis” Pushes Humanity, Global Society to Total Shutdown – Global ResearchGlobal Research – Centre for Research on Globalization

German specialist (with subtitles)

Excellent presentation with Dr. Kaufman on Covid19, followed by panel discussion. Very approachable for layman.

 

An editorial from James Corbett, with his usual wit (requires registration to read in entirety).  “That’s why it’s so vitally important for us to speak out about our concerns before these socially-policed thoughtcrime become literal crimes. As I’m sure you know, if these new social norms are not confronted, voicing dissent will soon become impossible.

So, allow me to voice some thoughtcrimes of my own. But be forewarned: I assure you that you will find at least some of my ideas to be offensive. You will disagree with them strongly. You will become irate.”

The Things You CANNOT Say About Coronavirus : The Corbett Report

And, as a special bonus, a ‘making the best of it’ vid, of the variety I just criticized in this post, except it’s good, and makes me rethink my position somewhat. 😉

Happy researching! 🙂

 

 

 

Tyranny or Freewill

I know they mean well, but the podcasters and bloggers and various other ‘social influencers’ who at the moment are espousing some variant of “make the best of it” really just don’t get it.  Don’t think of it as quarantine.  Click past the media hype and overcome the social distancing, they say, through ‘personal growth’ work.

Such utter nonsense. Use this as an opportunity to take up a new hobby, they repeat, learn something new, organize your closets, take an online class, and loads of other banal advice that demonstrate unequivocally how disconnected they really are from the core of the issue.  Throw someone into solitary confinement and then insist he’ll be a better person for it.  Adversity builds character, right?  Occasionally it does, but more often, it does not.

Stop thinking, and start feeling, I’d advise them, if they were listening to me.  It’s a very different beast to choose isolation than to have it forced upon you.  It feels different, because it is like the exact polar opposite.

We were avid travelers, Hubby and I, before and after we met.  Being forced to evacuate, twice, was absolutely nothing like the feeling of choosing one’s own time and place of adventure.  That I was somehow expected to smash these bipolar feelings together was actually really offensive.  I got that advice constantly, too.  Think of it as an opportunity, I heard from everyone who claimed they cared.  Go volunteer.  Be the bigger person.  You’re not really homeless.  Show them what you’re made of.  Seriously?  And you label this empathy?  Give me a break, pronto, please!   The perfect opportunity presenting itself to me then was, and still is, to drop those self-righteous idiots like hot potatoes.

It’s very different believing something intellectually, taking steps toward verifying that belief in order to quantify it as knowing, and the spin cycle that’s required for the Positivity Virus to see every insane challenge as an opportunity.  Don’t panic.  Get resilient.  Don’t fret over your lost job.  Don’t contemplate the doom of mandatory vaccinations or the gloom of martial law.  No pain no gain.  Think of it as a character-builder.  Rise to the Occassion.  Raise your vibration.  Find the silver lining.  Dig deep. Help others.  Why?  Because we say so.  Because that’s what it means to be a good person.  So, the slave class abides.

If you ask, but, how do you know this?  I did ‘the work’ they reply.  The Work.  The Great Work. That means, They know.  They got to choose it, or at least, not to choose it.  Now they insist everyone become as enlighten and evolved and woke, by saving your friends and community from your fatal invisible germs. Good for you, good for them, good for all.

When the so-called free-thinkers start to cooperate with the government mandates, and insist you do to, it might be the right time to unsub.

Personal growth work, by force.  The beatings will continue until moral improves.  Personal growth work, through shaming tactics.  Become a better team player through home quarantine.  We couldn’t get you to evolve yourself to fit our agenda in the easy way, so really, it was your choice.  We’ve been trying to breed and mold the ideal global hive for a century, we’re nearly there, there’s just a few million more pesky free-thinkers we need to convert, that is, convince.  Everything we do is for your own good.

I told that to my bees today when I went to inspect their colonies.  I said, “Hi my bees! I’m from the government and I’m here to help!”

They were not convinced.  One colony actually crafted themselves a very unconventional upside-down foyer, apparently because they called mutiny on my restricted access portal.  The brazen nerve of them!  I told them they would get robbed mercilessly with this approach.  They did not abide!  And they were robbed mercilessly, just as I’d predicted.

Now those frightful rebels have created a super strong colony by virtue of fighting off all those thieves.  They’re like ninja warrior bees!

How dare they successfully trump my sub-par, ignorant efforts at micro-management!

A quick look at their valiant efforts, please excuse my poor video skills!

 

 

 

Wheel of Fortune (part 1)

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?

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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.

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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.

Right.

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Does this look like the life of a Luddite?!

 

Where’s Your Food $$ Going?

I was called a troll yesterday on one of my favorite shows because I’m staunchly anti-vegetarian, unlike the hosts, who are vegetarians.  It wasn’t the hosts themselves who called me a troll, because they are not adult-children, and they can stand some backlash from the peanut gallery.

No, it was fellow peanuts in the gallery who called me a troll, and an ugly troll at that!  My sin?  Stating unequivocally that vegetarianism does not bring one closer to nature.

I could’ve gone on.  Vegetarianism is not sustainable.  It’s not more compassionate.  It’s not more healthy.  It’s not how our ancestors ate.  And more.

But none of those are even the most serious of the issue.

The vegetarian lifestyle feeds directly into an agenda of Globalism.  This is because the vegetarian lifestyle requires massive centralization and vast supply chains.

It’s a question of economics.  If folks were closer to nature, and grew their own food, they’d know it’s impossible in most places to grow enough vegetables and grains on a small farm all year long to sustain even a large family without livestock.  Certainly there are exceptions in small heavily-populated regions like California and Hawaii.

I understand that vegetarians think they are being more compassionate toward animals and nature, but what about the farmers?  How much compassion do you have for them?  Vegetarians are making matters much worse for the small farmers, and they are the solution to Globalism.

Of course the industrialized meat system is cruel and disgusting!  Yes, please, avoid it if you can!

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But the answer is not keep the industrialist food system alive and thriving with veggie burgers and soy shakes.

Without a local market to sell their products, farmers can’t make it without these vast supply chains.  The solution really is to buy local and eat seasonal, this is what’s good for the soil, and therefor the soul.

20 Ways EAT Lancet’s Global Diet is Wrongfully Vilifying Meat

Am I Less “Woke” Because I Eat Meat?

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