Gary’s Blog: Daily activities and a bit of a rant

Tami hoeing (800x533)

February 20, 2015

From: Gary

Evening,

Had a good day, out digging on terrace number three an hour after dawn. I think we have the terraces about 1/3 done at this point.  Which feels good.  The next step after carving the terraces will be working over the slopes, and removing brush roots and surface rocks, and hoeing up for planting.  After that will be planting and mulching…  so nothing but work here, but its healthy work with a rewarding results package downstream…

Today was a memorable day for me, as I made some char cloth in quantity, and managed to get fire going three times in a half hour or so, with the primitive flint and steel method. Something I have always wanted to learn..  It wasn’t easy, and took awhile, but I did learn several things in the process, and consider it a revolutionary personal action to learn..

Things like gardening and flint and steel are part of a family of en devours that all add up to self sufficiency and personal responsibility for one’s self…  It’s also a form of protest against a reality that I agree with very little…

Every step of what we are doing is a subversive plan to do our part to put bureaucrats out of a job…  Tami emailed with her tax guy and found out she didn’t make enough money this year to even have to fill out state or federal tax forms….

Basically she has fallen off the radar screen in a big way… 

Eventually more and more people will rediscover self sufficiency and personal freedom and mental health, and quit supporting things they don’t believe in just because it’s the easy way out of having to be responsible, or take risks, or its too much work to actually have to think for themselves…

I’ve been there, afraid to do my own dreams, and used money to feel secure and materialism to feel better about sacrificing myself for others with little ability to appreciate what I was doing…

Then I would listen to the news and feel helpless to do anything about the evils being done in part with my tax dollar support….   “Not in my name!” I used to mutter to myself….

But now I am buying no bombs, no drone strikes on wedding parties, and I am living in a way that makes moot city hall, or the same for Washington’s District of  (war) Criminals…

I am also minimizing my support of most corporations who couldn’t care less about anyone, or anything but the bottom line… (Every day we work toward those goals…)

The funny thing about people who work towards self sufficiency, is that if they keep at it, eventually they get there… 

It’s the journey never started that takes longest…

Most people never do what they want to with their lives because they are afraid of the risks and what people will think about them..  Walls we build in our own minds….

In a few weeks I will be able to start planting some corn, which I am looking forward to,

It will be hard corn, not sweet corn, because I’m more into long term staple foods than short term foodie gratification. My main focus will be grains and legumes, but we will also grow everything else we can get going.  But to me the staple crops are the fundamentals, and therefore the area that should be focused on the most until completed..

It will feel good to be barefoot in the warm soil, poking holes with a sharp stick, and planting the corn seeds, much better than scraping the ice off a car windshield in the dark on a Monday morning in my past life..  Planting corn via primitive means is rewarding to me, a skill learned here. I know things about corn that most Americans would have a hard time even believing..  And I have grown rice with a sharp stick too..

Which is a long ways from driving a combine and watching grain fill the hopper in my past life… The tonnage was impressive, but not anything like the job satisfaction of just feeding myself minus all the contraptions and chemicals etc… If the stick breaks down, you can sharpen a new one…

Nor does it take a bank loan to get…

Today Tami commented how nice it was that our neighbor Beto’s kids get to be with him all day. He is working three pieces of ground in the area, keeping busy, and the kids seem really happy here.  Yesterday the kids came home up the mountain on a horse, with a propane cylinder and a bag of boughten food, and they had to call me to help them get off the horse as it was too tall for them to get down, but they were laughing when I lifted them off the horse. Great fun, life is an adventure for kids here..  And they are learning how to grow food.. which is more than can be said for kids in the US, who have to grow up relying on a system they may or may not agree with…

I grew up in the People Zoo too, but I figured out how to pick the lock on the cage, in my mind…

What amazes me now is how many monkeys stay in the zoo their whole lives.. like some men who never grow a beard once….

People must want to die freedom virgins?

And why should I care about what people think of me, if the people doing the criticizing don’t care about me as a person?

It’s like they are “fraidy cats” who invent imaginary friends;  “Mr. and Mrs. Frumpy next door might think I am strange if I don’t act and do everything just like they do….”

Me? I got tired of busy bodies telling me what to do… There seemed to be endless numbers of busy bodies, who all made their living telling others how to run their lives.. It all seemed so kindergarten, from traffic cops to the building department, things started with good intensions, had been turned into a limitless hell of absent freedom…

So now my goal is to live in a tent like my ancestors did, and grow food like they did also.  And to feed as few bureaucrats and other parasites as possible, And yes, I have an angry man component, but Bitter creek is a cold place to walk, and I would rather be working in my garden in the sunshine, than supporting the family law courts involuntarily..  More busy bodies..  Who have created the Divorce industry, based on TV programming of unreal expectations..

They get so rich and mighty…  But I doubt they believe in Karma, or they wouldn’t do the things they do, or certainly would be more careful about it…

And I am neither unique nor alone, There are many, many like me, who have figured out the games and are doing something about it by changing their own lives..  This is a revolution with no leaders, and that requires no violence that nothing can be done about to stop it. There are now books being written about it, and its aspects are myriad, like the tide beginning to turn.  People are getting sick at heart of the rat race, and living lives in quiet desperation….  I long ago realized that for much of human history most migrations were probably the result of people getting sick of a status quo, and not due to food, or drought etc. And I find it humorous that the migrations starting to happen now are based on all of the above. 

Most people have never bothered to study the rainfall projections for the continent of North America, never think about food prices rising so much that they can’t afford it, or that maybe eventually availability might start dropping…

Personally I find that most food in the stores is neither worth buying or eating, all those people in cancer wards didn’t just happen…  And having my income just to get there, robbed by the tax thieves with all kinds of guns and their other violent toys, just adds to the problem.

It’s just not worth it, not even close, for something I can grow myself for a fraction of the trouble.

People seldom consider “the cost of working” and how much of what they pay for actually is just to allow them to continue working.

The other day Tami was asking me about a hybrid electric car and what I thought. My response was that there are no green cars, unless done with a bucket of paint… Deer used to graze in the meadow where the hybrid car plant is now, its nothing but a feel good conversation piece for vanity heads, who wouldn’t know a lifestyle in tune with nature, if it dropped out of the sky on them.   

I guess they are innocent folks who want to do good…  But some of the guards at Auschwitz probably tried to be nice too..

It’s not about which cars are better for the environment, it’s about getting it all to come to a screeching bleeping halt before it kills every one of us…

I don’t think we have time to change the world by buying cars..

The deck of the Titanic is already at a pretty good incline, but how is the band? Do you like the music?

I think it’s already too late, and that it comes down to the question of who will use their brain and maybe survive. Survival is the ultimate IQ test…  And it’s a non academic test..

Nor is it a respecter of persons… Sure, sure, you think I’m paranoid…  but I did predict the problems in Japan with quakes and power plants to friends a couple years before it happened, as did others including engineers etc.  But the Train rolled on…. And nobody got off at the last stop…

Oh! pooh pooh on paranoia! We are making money!

It’s like standing in the dark on the street down the block from a party, I can see the lights, hear the sounds, but what good does it do? People getting smashed out of their minds, and thinking what a great time it is…  Do any of them ever look at the night sky?

Do any of them ever really look at each other? Or themselves? Is this what they live for?

Reality is like a thousand pound bomb whistling down through that night sky, about to strike the house of the party..

Things will change suddenly, and those who were different will be most likely to see the dawn..

G

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