Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Geezers on parade
Our friend's car
My last post asked the question “Is This It?” Matt Savinar (of Life After the Oil Crash – Breaking News) was advising gathering together with old friends and basically kissing your ass good-by in response to the disaster in the Gulf. That on-going catastrophe will have hideous consequences – no doubt about it. And, the on-going wars in the Middle East as well as the potential of war breaking out between Israel, Iran, and Lebanon is also nerve-wracking as well. We could be on the verge of WWIII as the situation escalates. Who knows what the real motivation behind all this bazaar activity is? Propping up the military/industrial war profiteers? Secure limited resources, like oil and rare earth minerals? Control of the heroin trade in Afghanistan? A new Crusade against the Muslim hordes- so that, God forbid, banks never have to give up collecting interest as is mandated by Shia law). Maybe it’s part of an Illuminati master plan to siphon even more money and power into the coffers of the mega-rich. Some End Game strategy to eliminate two thirds of the population of the earth so the elites can be more comfortable, re-institute feudalism and enjoy their castles and estates with a manageable level of peasants. We know it is not to end “terrorism.” If they were worried about terrorists, they wouldn’t be suing Arizona for enforcing the laws against unidentified people sneaking into the country by the thousands.
Yeah, well, whatever…
But, right now, despite all the dire scenarios and projections, I find myself feeling unusually happy.
Maybe it’s the heat and the blue skies. After a frigid June having to worry about all the little seedlings in the garden freezing to death, we are experiencing a nice, sunny, warm July. The plants are thriving and seem to be making up for lost time. For some reason, we haven’t seen a chem trail in two weeks and the skies are back to being the high desert deep blue that is so spectacular.
Our little town’s Frontier Days celebration the week of the 4th was fun and charming. Half the town was in the parade displaying whatever it is that they are passionate about (horses, lawnmowers, antique cars, pets, etc.) and the other half was standing along the route and applauding whomever and whatever passed by. It felt like a real sincere community event. People had parties and picnics and good times prevailed.
But, the best news is hearing from both ras and Lucretia that they have found ideal places to move. Not just good, but miraculously good, in my estimation. Lucretia and her husband desired a place to rent where they could have a garden, extra space for their stuff, and that wouldn’t cost them an arm and a leg. You can click on her blog from this front page and read all about what they have found. Truly amazing. All that they wanted and much more… and in a little town called “Troutdale.” How cool is that? Parenthetically, I was born there.
Ras sends pictures of ten lovely acres that she and her bride are purchasing close to The Farm intentional community! The area has so much to offer in terms of progressive ideas with a proven track record of successful alternatives to the dismal matrix of the predominate culture. Murph would call it “fortunate.” I call it “miraculous.” Whatever it is, it’s good. Real good.
Hearing about these new possibilities is making my heart sing. Dave is also moving to Tennessee. Palooka’s Revenge is not that far away in the place he is developing. At $2,200 per acre, it’s a possibility that many readers of the Campfire might find attractive and do-able. You just never know what is going to pop up. Like my morel mushrooms that sprang up in our backyard.
Despite the greater picture on the macro-level, victories are being experienced by those seeking to live harmoniously with the earth. I am finding that encouraging. Now seems to be a good time to make it happen. Since we have no control over the larger issues, it seems we must concentrate on our own lives and local communities. Murph and I just finished watching “The Matrix” series over again. Amazing what a great metaphor the matrix is to the false construct the overlords have designed for us. Unplug, get out, see the patterns, the codes, the programming. Unite and fight the machine.
As the Oracle points out over and over in each of the three movies of the Matrix, our lives and, indeed, our reality is continually created by our choices. Having the right to choose is the basis of freedom. Without freedom, we are not fully human, We are like the poor souls trapped in pods, immersed in the delusion of The Matrix, and whose life force is being harvested by The Machine… “ The Herd”, “Sheeple,” “Consumers.”
In the movie, great courage, loyalty, personal skills, faith, devotion, and love were vital to winning the battle for freedom and to establish the peace. But underlying all of it is choice. Red Pill or Blue? You decide.
"rasland" Now, here's a spectacular choice!