Tuesday, June 16, 2015
What Do I Know?
I find myself spending an inordinate amount of time on news and financial and conspiracy sites. I have had coffee with George Ure at Urban Survival each morning except Sunday for years. Then I go to Cryptogon, Blacklisted News, What Really Happened? Then, to see what the more mainstream is saying, I look at it from the Republican side and read the Drudge Report. Then, from the ridiculous democrats, I read Huffington Post. Once I've had all I can stand about the latest bimbo and exhibitionist gossip and assorted examples of cultural deterioration, I go for the space news.
What's up with the Sun? Sun flares or filaments going off? Will there be a kill shot that takes out the grid? Is it all going quiet, heralding a new mini-ice age? Is there an on-going pole shift? Is our Sun a binary star? And, is our sister star about to give us grief? Are the changes in energy triggering earthquakes and volcanoes?
How about Fukushima? So many animals, fish, and mollusks dying in vast quantities. Volcanoes going off close to the already teetering buildings with the nuclear cores melting through the ground.
So much to keep track of and to try to figure out. So many different takes on what we loosely term, “reality.”
Then, there are the fringe sites. Steve Quail, Godlike Productions, Before It's News, the Daily Sheeple, Info-wars, Rense. I've become a doom-tard, searching for the doom.
I keep checking in to see if the collapse is at hand.
I keep forgetting that I am already living post-collapse.
Our lifestyle was forged with the thinking of Michael Rupert's “From the Wilderness” blog. That's where most of us met each other. From there to Cyclone's site, which evolved into this one. Rupert called it all long ago. He knew that resources were peaking, that we're fighting resource wars. He knew about the black ops funded by the “War on Drugs.” He blew the whistle on the surveillance state and the neo-cons. He explained the iron grip of the Fed and the financial house of cards. He called the real estate bubble. We took his advise – sold the nice house in Tahoe and moved to the middle of no where to prepare for the End of the World As We Know It.
So, that's what we did fifteen years ago. We live very cheaply. We are not in debt. We grow much of our own food. We have our own water well. We raise our own chickens for eggs and rabbits for meat. The collapse, when it is finally acknowledged, will look like this. I mean, if regular Americans that are business and professional types, still gainfully employed, suddenly began to live like we do, you can goddamn bet they'd sure think that things had collapsed. It would be considered a catastrophe.
Doom, I am beginning to think, will be redundant.
So, why am I still obsessed by it?
I keep thinking that things could get a lot worse. I mean, like Atlantis falling into the sea, the Fall of Civilizations. The Egyptians, the Mayans, The Flood. Shit like that. Extinction Level Events. The Electric Universe Theory with it's DVD, “Symbols of an Ancient Sky” pretty much sums up the incredible series of natural energetic interactions through the eons between our Mother, the Earth and Our Father, the Sun and all the planets in a dynamic solar system. The screams of the past have become like silent echos – felt, if no longer heard.
But, whatever. All this information, and so much of it contradictory. Is it warming or cooling? Did Kerry break his leg or was he shot? Was anyone really killed at Sandy Hook? What about the Boston Bombing? Staged or not? Disclosure on UFO's, secret space program? Jade Helm 15, underground facilities, seed bank... WFT??
The more I read, the less I seem to know. This could very well lead to insanity I think. When you can't tell what is real and what isn't, isn't that insanity?
I am going to turn my attention to things that I know are real. Watering the garden is real. Feeding the rabbits. Collecting the eggs. Making dinner.
But these are not exactly satisfying or making life worth living. I'm going to make a bucket list and begin to do some different real things. I'm getting sick of waiting for the Apocalypse. I'm going to enter the apple pie contest in the Frontier Days celebration next month. I am going to go fishing. I am going to think of more things to actually do rather than read about what the overlords are doing, and thinking that knowing or not knowing is going to make any difference.
These are strange days indeed. My challenge, it seems, is to not allow insanity to prevail.