8 September 2011

afternoon, 

have  computer  access for  the  first time in awhile, my  fone went bad, so limited now on ablility to blog..

 

have been listening  to  short  wave, things  getting  worse,  I dont expect things to get any better until after

alien arrival, as per book of  Enoch..  down hill trip folks,  gold isnt going to  save your butts, nor is money an any form..

I've realized for a long time the  connections in bible between money and "luck" in  whats coming, basically it boils down

to the more into or  connected to money, the  less are your chances of survival, and also it  will likely be a criteria when its time to decide

who gets their necks cut and who gets to  do the  cutting..

 

heard the  other night on short wave, an expose'  on money related stuff in the  bible, and it  was  very obvious that there is a

definite connection..  basically if you are into the  money system, you are guilty of its damages..  everything I heard backed this  up, and more...

 

so my  advice to  those capable of real thinking, is  to start vectoring away from the  use of  money until you get to absolute zero..

 

Getting  out of Babylon includes the  money  system,  and  I believe this is in  fact the  nexus, or  focal point,  that your  chances of keeping  your 

neck intact are in direct proportion to  your  involvement with  the  money  system..  and  that money, or  gold  hoarded will be looked upon as  unused potential to  help others, or to prepare for whats coming..   

 

just as I have suspected...

 

I am  currently in dire straits over un cared for dental problems, had two teeth pulled, do to extreme infection,  seems to be a very antibiotic resistant bacteria,  have had a dozen

bottles of  IV antibiotics administered, and the infection keeps coming back..  if  it  was  post  collapse,  I'd be dead as of last week..  and  not  sure I  will survive this even now..

 

so  please take care of any dental problems you have now, before the  collapse hits, and also I  suggest that you stockpile antibiotics anyway possible, for  yourself and  family and  others..

 

and  do it  in quantity and  in  quality..   much  better  a  pile of antibiotics, than a stack of gold or silver coins, that will be  worthless when there is nothing  to  buy...

 

Some economists are predicting the collapse in three to six months, others giving about  three years, until in deflationary depression...   if you are money dependant, best you get your  trip together now for living without it, even if that  requires going neonomadic...  time is  going to  be the most critical factor, that and realizing the  truth about whats

coming in time to do something about it in your own lives...   The Bankers are smugly assured that their plan for world government will work if they get everyone enough

afraid..  i  dont  think it  will work out that good for them. or  for  those who suck up their lies...

 

world war three will be the eventual result..  which they think  they can easily survive,  and they arent aware of the eventual alien arrival, or that anything could go wrong

with  their  schemes...  unfortunately for  them too many people  now  understand the connections, and whats coming...

 

Time is  running  out, and if  youre thinking anything but getting out, or preparedness, youre a bigger fool than I am....

 

time to  do some  serious rethinking of  yourself..   time to exit Babylon on the  run...   time to prepare to help others.. anything else is suicide of one form

or another..  

 

I'm  doing  what I can,  even today giving a stealth sermon to neighbors at the  bus stop on the  way to town.. 

trying to get them to plant more food and  not to believe in the  money system...  have one local guy starting to think really good...  and others  starting to actually listen..

not an  easy accomplishment in a land where nothing bad has ever happened...

 

I also hear Chuck Norris has come out in public, trying to get people to wake up..  good man..  now do your part.

 

prepare for  the absolute worst case scenario..  and maybe you  can squeeze by, maybe.. no guarantees of  anything from now on...

and  remember; the ultimate criteria for not having your neck cut, will be did you help others, especially those most in need, and  not  just  family and  friends...

 

anyway,  likely will be at  the dentist's tomorrow,  and find out how things are going in real terms, and what to do next about the  resistant infection...going to be another tight month at  best, for the thin wallet..   but, if I can beat the infection, and continue to struggle towards preparedness, i will be very thankful..

 

When you live very low for a long time, what you learn, is  how little you actually really need to keep breathing..   best to run a  tight ship,  and be prepared for the  storms coming over the horizon...  and I hope that this blog has helped some,  I write as always from the point of view that if what I've posted here helps even one person, its was more

than worth all the time spent trying to teach what I've figured out by being slightly ahead of the curve.. 

 

so,  my  personal struggle continues,  every month I try to do things to prepare..  I have no desire for wealth, or  fame, just want to make a better world however possible,

and have realized that everything we take for normal is incredibly twisted..

 

all connected to the love of money, and our innate egocentric natures... 

 

anyway,  other emails to write..

 

good luck!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continued;.............

I also taught myself flint knapping, favorite tool is a railroad spike
& a hunk of tire rubber.. I've worked Obsidian, and produced points
that collectors flat refused to believe I did myself in 15 minutes...
I generally make points out of glass... Coke bottle bottoms & TV tube
glass are my favorites... No shortage of those resources anywhere on
the planet... I make steel tips too... like to use lace into a slot
method, with monofiliment fishing line, and then coat with epoxy
resin... aint comin' apart... and used up machete steel is just
right for broadheads... easy enough to cut out with a thin abrasive
wheel.. And I could do it in my fire pit with red steel and a hot set
type chisel, then retemper.. I know the art well... blacksmithing is
a personal hobby... Starting with flat stock means all I have to do is
cut out, temper & sharpen.. Yup! A country boy can survive...
especially if he's not too caught up in the wizzmo-gizmo culture...

how did I learn all my skills? decided I was more interested in
hobbys than watching TV... TV watchers are going to have bad stats in
whats coming...

anyway, my worker commented the other day that I had food growing
everywhere... yup! My original vision was to create a garden of
Eden... its been a fun hobby, dont own any freeze dried food... no
gold other than a couple pieces of jewlery..

not much caught up in money... it could disappear tomorrow & I'd
adapt almost instantly... have gone for years on end barefoot in the
jungle.. my favorite way to eat fish is raw.. Sushi, Cevechi, etc..

Also made another Neoindigenous discovery;

cooking wood; always a problem in the wet season in the tropics when
your shelter repretoir doesnt include a wood shed... what I figured
out, was the easy way to do it, was to peel a tree, and let it die
standing.. pretty soon limbs start falling... nice dry wood...
eventually I cut the trunk down and burn it too, and then plant a food
tree where the original tree was... and so slowly evolve my
surrounding area into food security... dont need a wood shed, if
youre not too good to burn sticks, or chop up larger limbs & trunk...
wouldnt work in wet northern climates like the Pacific north west, but
here the evaporation rate is high enough that standing dead wood is
generally dry enough to burn... I have several trees peeled ahead..
More to peel, and what land I have that isnt in fruit, is in forest
now, it was all pasture filled with scrub brush when I bought it...
the locals thought I was crazy for letting the brush grow.. They were
all shifting to gas or electric stoves at the time... wasnt long
though until wood cooking "Fugons" started appearing behind houses..
They discovered gas & electricity to be expensive... so its kind of
funny to see nice stoves in kitchens, and the mom behind the house,
poking sticks into the traditional fugon, under a small sheet metal
roof... People in towns cant do that, no fuel source..

trapped like rats by their desire to be closer to money sources...

I have an unlimited supply of cooking fuel.... unlimited supply of
water, and more land than my descendants will need for generations...

I'm just as agile as I was in my 20's, just as healthy..

I worry about whats coming, not for myself, I'm better prepared than
most of humanity...

for the last couple years I've been collecting the ocasional pocket
knife.. Not easy on a micro budget, but have managed to get some nice
pocket knives of several different types... why?
Because I suspect a pocket knife is the brush rat's most used tool,
and having several different types means I have knives for specific
uses... I've high graded whats come past... also because pocket
knives make sense for the refugee... minimalistic, no need of sheath
etc... I lanyardize every thing, learned as a kid that I never lost
a lanyarded knife...

I lanyardize sheath knives too..

I also drill the handles of garden tools & axes etc. so that they can
be tied thru a hole to pack saddle etc... hard to lose something tied
thru a hole... an axe etc. Might catch on a limb and slip out and be
lost if not tied thru a hole...

well, the woman thats been after me seems to be serious... she's
losing 30 pounds at the moment... nice lady, a nurse at a local
hospital, had five daughters, single mom, three adopted.. On a third
world income.. One daughter just left home this week, another two will
follow in the next couple of years.. last two will be awhile... But I
like kids...

the woman was raised on a farm, but got caught up in the money trap...
went thru several shades of hades in her life... has realized in
town isnt a good life... and knows having a guy is a good idea these
days... wants to grow food again... Live with some space... likes
animals.. and with her being "chaser" & me being "chasee" I got to
set my price... no bullshit, no games, with the requirement of
constant struggle on her part to be a good wife in MY opinion, not
hers... she's 16 years younger than I am... ten years older than my
number one son... so I suspect my years of living alone to be drawing
towards an end... I've been living alone for most of 18 years....

She's had a thing for me for years.. Offended me once years ago... I
like her for who she is.. She's at the same point...

anyway, I need to go take my last rinse of the day in the spring, and
butcher that pineapple... Yumm!

where did I go wrong?

its a humble life, but a good one....
Why does everyone like the Tarzan dream?
Because its sanity. it is do-able, it is better than being a rainbow
niggeroo... funny how what goes around, comes around... most of the
slaves are white people now.. black people at least werent
volunteers.... they werent that stupid back then, they knew they had
it good... my only crit of black people, is theyre too white on the
inside now... Like their old slang term: "Oreo" i.e. Black on the
outside, white on the inside... like an Oreo cookie... well, how
bout "Oreos on steroids"? you black folk really need to get back to
the land, go back to agriculture, rewild yourselves some... Get away
from the cities, the drugs, the dependence on whitey's technocult...
alot of you are some incredibly decent folks, time to do what it
takes and regraft onto your old "real" roots... Not some TV movie, to
pump you up, while youre still effectively slaves by other means...

If you want to be my neighbor, 'hope you like gardening & fishing...
And that the kids like horses etc... we'd do fine... The playing
field has been leveled quite a bit lately... the uppitys have come
down some...

humble people are an asset anywhere...

--
Sent from my mobile device

Continued;.............

I also taught myself flint knapping, favorite tool is a railroad spike
& a hunk of tire rubber.. I've worked Obsidian, and produced points
that collectors flat refused to believe I did myself in 15 minutes...
I generally make points out of glass... Coke bottle bottoms & TV tube
glass are my favorites... No shortage of those resources anywhere on
the planet... I make steel tips too... like to use lace into a slot
method, with monofiliment fishing line, and then coat with epoxy
resin... aint comin' apart... and used up machete steel is just
right for broadheads... easy enough to cut out with a thin abrasive
wheel.. And I could do it in my fire pit with red steel and a hot set
type chisel, then retemper.. I know the art well... blacksmithing is
a personal hobby... Starting with flat stock means all I have to do is
cut out, temper & sharpen.. Yup! A country boy can survive...
especially if he's not too caught up in the wizzmo-gizmo culture...

how did I learn all my skills? decided I was more interested in
hobbys than watching TV... TV watchers are going to have bad stats in
whats coming...

anyway, my worker commented the other day that I had food growing
everywhere... yup! My original vision was to create a garden of
Eden... its been a fun hobby, dont own any freeze dried food... no
gold other than a couple pieces of jewlery..

not much caught up in money... it could disappear tomorrow & I'd
adapt almost instantly... have gone for years on end barefoot in the
jungle.. my favorite way to eat fish is raw.. Sushi, Cevechi, etc..

Also made another Neoindigenous discovery;

cooking wood; always a problem in the wet season in the tropics when
your shelter repretoir doesnt include a wood shed... what I figured
out, was the easy way to do it, was to peel a tree, and let it die
standing.. pretty soon limbs start falling... nice dry wood...
eventually I cut the trunk down and burn it too, and then plant a food
tree where the original tree was... and so slowly evolve my
surrounding area into food security... dont need a wood shed, if
youre not too good to burn sticks, or chop up larger limbs & trunk...
wouldnt work in wet northern climates like the Pacific north west, but
here the evaporation rate is high enough that standing dead wood is
generally dry enough to burn... I have several trees peeled ahead..
More to peel, and what land I have that isnt in fruit, is in forest
now, it was all pasture filled with scrub brush when I bought it...
the locals thought I was crazy for letting the brush grow.. They were
all shifting to gas or electric stoves at the time... wasnt long
though until wood cooking "Fugons" started appearing behind houses..
They discovered gas & electricity to be expensive... so its kind of
funny to see nice stoves in kitchens, and the mom behind the house,
poking sticks into the traditional fugon, under a small sheet metal
roof... People in towns cant do that, no fuel source..

trapped like rats by their desire to be closer to money sources...

I have an unlimited supply of cooking fuel.... unlimited supply of
water, and more land than my descendants will need for generations...

I'm just as agile as I was in my 20's, just as healthy..

I worry about whats coming, not for myself, I'm better prepared than
most of humanity...

for the last couple years I've been collecting the ocasional pocket
knife.. Not easy on a micro budget, but have managed to get some nice
pocket knives of several different types... why?
Because I suspect a pocket knife is the brush rat's most used tool,
and having several different types means I have knives for specific
uses... I've high graded whats come past... also because pocket
knives make sense for the refugee... minimalistic, no need of sheath
etc... I lanyardize every thing, learned as a kid that I never lost
a lanyarded knife...

I lanyardize sheath knives too..

I also drill the handles of garden tools & axes etc. so that they can
be tied thru a hole to pack saddle etc... hard to lose something tied
thru a hole... an axe etc. Might catch on a limb and slip out and be
lost if not tied thru a hole...

well, the woman thats been after me seems to be serious... she's
losing 30 pounds at the moment... nice lady, a nurse at a local
hospital, had five daughters, single mom, three adopted.. On a third
world income.. One daughter just left home this week, another two will
follow in the next couple of years.. last two will be awhile... But I
like kids...

the woman was raised on a farm, but got caught up in the money trap...
went thru several shades of hades in her life... has realized in
town isnt a good life... and knows having a guy is a good idea these
days... wants to grow food again... Live with some space... likes
animals.. and with her being "chaser" & me being "chasee" I got to
set my price... no bullshit, no games, with the requirement of
constant struggle on her part to be a good wife in MY opinion, not
hers... she's 16 years younger than I am... ten years older than my
number one son... so I suspect my years of living alone to be drawing
towards an end... I've been living alone for most of 18 years....

She's had a thing for me for years.. Offended me once years ago... I
like her for who she is.. She's at the same point...

anyway, I need to go take my last rinse of the day in the spring, and
butcher that pineapple... Yumm!

where did I go wrong?

its a humble life, but a good one....
Why does everyone like the Tarzan dream?
Because its sanity. it is do-able, it is better than being a rainbow
niggeroo... funny how what goes around, comes around... most of the
slaves are white people now.. black people at least werent
volunteers.... they werent that stupid back then, they knew they had
it good... my only crit of black people, is theyre too white on the
inside now... Like their old slang term: "Oreo" i.e. Black on the
outside, white on the inside... like an Oreo cookie... well, how
bout "Oreos on steroids"? you black folk really need to get back to
the land, go back to agriculture, rewild yourselves some... Get away
from the cities, the drugs, the dependence on whitey's technocult...
alot of you are some incredibly decent folks, time to do what it
takes and regraft onto your old "real" roots... Not some TV movie, to
pump you up, while youre still effectively slaves by other means...

If you want to be my neighbor, 'hope you like gardening & fishing...
And that the kids like horses etc... we'd do fine... The playing
field has been leveled quite a bit lately... the uppitys have come
down some...

humble people are an asset anywhere...

--
Sent from my mobile device

Saturday 6 August 2011.........

morning..
Just did a second stint on guitar rita..
Its a beautiful day, I did some putter work, more to follow..

have a pineapple that I need to eat today, but currently full of left
over flat bread from yesterday, so the Pinya waits...

learned a couple neoindigenous tips for you in the last few days...

one, realized that my new little garden trowels would be nice for
working cement laying stone... the mason's trowel has flat
construction due to working with regular flat and square shapes...
bricks, or block... that flat tool is fine for what its designed for,
but stone is a different medium.. and I think a garden trowel would
be alot more ergonomic for laying stone...

another thing I figured out, was a way to make coffee more
efficiently... thought about the classic great depression Hobo
technique of boiling the coffee grounds in the water... and began to
suspect that maybe the perculator, espresso maker, and drip style
coffee makers were something likely pushed by the coffee industry &
general electric... so, now having a stove top for my fire pit, I
decided to dig out my stainless on the burner style perculator, and do
an experiment... kitchen science, my specialty...

I havent used the perculator due to wood handle & open fire.. and
I've always hated cleaning perculator basket, lid, and stand pipe...

so I gutted it, filled it halfway with spring water, and threw in
three eating style teaspoons of coffee, & placed it on my stove top...

and boiled it awhile, and poured thru a fine screen filter/strainer I
got for tea... then the crucial taste test... no difference....
in other words, a few billion people have been duped into buying some
junk that if you study the physics, is designed to give Yuppies, &
Proto Yuppies something that uses about twice as much coffee, and
requires a special purchass of a dedicated item.... hmmm? are we
stupid sheep or what... yeah, lets just believe everything we're told
by the experts on TV...

anyway, I've been doing it a couple days, and using about half the coffee...

coffee is affordable in Costa rica, but with food prices escalating,
and the money value going down shit river into greedy pockets, I
think its a perfect time to dispell the urban myth about not boiling
the coffee in the water...

suggest you try it for yourself, and think about how much you spend
annually on the drug habit...

so basically you can make coffee in any pot, other than the
politically correct versions & come out way ahead on money... might
not seem as classy as the piece of shit plastic coffee dripper thats
taking up counter space, and costs money to buy etc... but
considering the Corporate Fascism now trashing everybody, I think
figuring out how to reduce cash flow to corporations is a good idea...

so, all you survivalist wannabees, take note... also a nice technique
for camping or backpackers....

it follows on the heels of a similar discovery with Tobacco...

I like to use tobacco for ceremonial/religious purposes, & as a
calming drug for mental grounding... but not into the cigarette
mentality..

so I built a nice long native american style pipe.. and quickly
realized the bowl was way too big... might be just the thing to
Pow-Wow with a bunch of buddies, but it used alot of Tobacco...

so then I made a much smaller pipe, with a bowl that might hold half
a thimble... only to discover it was also too big... so then I made
pipe number three, with the bowl being a 1/4 inch brass compression
fitting with the threads bored out ... its the size of a hash pipe..
And about right...

what I realized, is big pipes & cigarettes are again designed ways to
waste product...

if you study the anthropology of modern smoking culture, you notice
people light up a cigarette or pipe, and then they either smoke it, or
it burns up...

this creates an artificially induced excess habit, and as the body
builds up resistance, more cigarettes follow...

I find the ritual of filling & smoking a tiny pipe to be as nice as
the ritual of making tea... and with the bowl holding maybe a gram of
product, I never smoke too much at any one time, body resistance stays
down, as does likelyhood of ill effects...

also keeps from feeding a corporate monster...

so, all you smokers take note... get a hash pipe, reduce the amount
you smoke by 90%... Still enjoy your drug... keep the doctor farther
away from your kid's inheritance etc....

all you have to do is alter the habit.. in other words those
cigarettes were designed to get you to smoke too much...

what got me started on this logic was thinking about how small teacups
were... designed in another era... When people had to work, and didnt
have machines to make decadence the in thing...

so I downsized my coffee cup... still enjoy the drug, enjoy the
ritual, but use less coffee...

I also use a similar technique for drinking Rum...
I like to sip rum out of a shot glass... I buy a 375 ml bottle, about
$2 here for my favorite taste, which is Ron Abuelo from Panama....not
too sweet, not too watery.. and via the sipping from a shot glass,
this Sailor goes on a two day binge, for a dollar a day... I also
like Rum in coffee, and in green coconuts.. Which is the smoothest &
best mixed drink on the planet...

I do something similar with cooking fires.. Make the smallest fire
possible for the job.. Less wood to hack & pack... And its why I
searched for the downsized two burner iron stove top, and not a bigger
unit.. my stove top would go into a canoe without being noticed...

minimalism is incredibly powerful...

and money is incredibly toxic stuff.. Think about it... I suspect
that our whole reality has been skewed by money & greed... universal
slant, no innocents...

I find living on a micro budget of $100 a month to be fine.. I
generally spend about $30 on food, and the rest upgrades my
neoindigenous lifestyle one piece at a time... what makes it work
well, is heading for a lifestyle that has less need for money...
which is one reason I moved to the tropics, and into the brush on a
mountain, with the big wild jungle for my back yard.. was tired of
cleaning the toilet, & defrosting a stinky refrigerator on my "free"
time... Free from working a job to maintain the pieces of shit
materialistic life style... I have no plumping to fix, no electric
bill, doing fine on a single panel & battery, w/a 375 watt inverter...

my "House" has a ten by ten foot floor.. 100 square feet... not much
to impress the tax man if he ever gets lost enough to find me...

I dont need a gun either.. been into bows since I was 10 years old..
I suspect I could kill anything on the planet with my bow... Fred
Bear, and numerous others have proven the point...

and I make my own arrows from scratch using native materials...
homeland security types are going to have a hard time shutting off my
ammo supply, or preventing me from building bows.. and if they get as
nasty, so can I... Plenty of really toxic snakes & frogs here... you
wouldnt want to harass me excessively...

I know snakes here with no antidote.. all I gotta do is hit you...
and I've had alot of practice in my life, and shoot fine with bow
sight or instinctual... and I once had the pleasure of pissing off
some good old boys with spendy compound bows... I went to the local
indoor winter shooting club, with a recurve... had a bicycle spoke
taped to it, and bent around for a site.. all the red necks
snickered, considered me a fool... Mind you, I was into archery
before most rednecks even thought about it... I shot some groups as
good as theirs... things got real quiet.. I saw angry looks on red
faces.... matched necks... The next month I bought and installed a
sight... the bike spoke was a tempory expedient... not a stunt...
Sure learned something about human nature though... aint the price of
your toys boys, its how good are you with what you have.... never
owned a compound, never shot one... I figure I'm not too much of a
pussy to pull and hold a real bow... I tend to be fairly stubborn, an
asset when it comes to full draw, and getting on target...

continued;

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Someone murdered a 52-year-old U.S. woman on the grounds of her
family's luxury tourist rental on the Osa peninsula.

Friends identified her as Lisa Artz, who was the resident manager of
Casa Tres Palmas in upper Matapalo, just south of Puerto Jiménez on
the east shore of the Osa peninsula.

The Judicial Investigating Organization said that she was found in a
small cabina bound hands and feet with a blanket over her face. Agents
presumed she was smothered. Acquaintances said the woman lived in the
small cabina, the first structure her family build on the land,
because the adjacent 6,000-square-foot structure was rented frequently
to vacationers.

Casa Tres Palmas is known as the most luxurious property in the area
with a commanding views of the point where the waters of the Gulfo
Dulce meet those of the Pacific. Ms. Artz' father is George Artz, a
successful restaurant owner. The family runs Coconuts on the Beach in
Cocoa Beach, Florida. The sprawling main house features a Tiki-style
villa with a palm thatched roof. The property rents from $300 to $400
a night and sleeps up to 12, said the Casa Tres Palmas Web site.

Judicial police said they were awaiting the results of an autopsy to
determine exactly how the woman died. The autopsy also should provide
an estimate on when death occurred. Ms. Artz was a frequent visitor,
and friends said she arrived in the community last December to serve
as manager for the property. The property is 20 kilometers or about 14
miles south of Puerto Jiménez.

An acquaintance said the woman was scheduled to leave Costa Rica for
the United States Wednesday.

There has been a wave of criminal activity in the area, including
robberies and home invasions. There also is the unsolved February
murder of Kimberly Blackwell, 53, a Canadian, in San

Matapalo
A.M. Costa Rica graphic
Arrow shows location of murder scene

Miguel de Cañaza near Puerto Jiménez. Ms.
Blackwell was known in the area as the operator of Samaritan Xocolata,
which produced high-end chocolate items from Costa Rican cocao.

There also is the case of two Austrian citizens who were residents of
Puerto Jiménez. They vanished around Christmas 2009. That case still
is open.

Across the gulf in Golfito, the death of an expat there still is an
open case. He was Kelly Robert Nutting, 38, who was dumped in the
gulf with his hands tied behind him and with a piece of concrete
attached to his body. He appears to have been strangled. The U.S. Navy
veteran managed his family's hotel. The murder was in March 2010.

Although there have been sensational rumors, a close examination of
all the cases point to individual and personal motives, according to
residents of the area and some police investigators. Except for the
Artz case, judicial agents seem to know the likely suspects and the
individual motives that led to the killing but do not have enough
evidence to make an arrest under Costa Rica's complex penal code. The
reasons appear to be different, involve different suspects and have
motives that range from revenge to greed to jealousy.
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Thursday, 28th July 2011......

Morning,
first sips of coffee, struggling with my fone, obviously trying to
slowly die the way computers often do..

listened to some short wave last night.. people struggling with
society, obviously trying to die, the way societies often do...

things often happen in reoccuring patterns, across broadly different
areas of reality..

repetitive patterns, waves, and here we are on the beach of time,
watching them come in...

I listened to some farmer types, discussing floods caused by Army
Corps of Humdingers..

how arrogant the beaurostracracy is etc...

farmers trying to understand people who would be scandalized by dirt
on their hands, or mud on their shoes..

its a downhill trip.. Glad I got to an edge of the empire to live my
silly life...

really doesnt matter where my campsite is, as long as its got water,
soil, sun & security.. a man can live almost anywhere theres nature
to elbow into & reshape a bit...

the Empire's woes are saddening, & frightening.. alot of decent
people in confusion.. Not understanding that society has become
controlled by utter thieves again..

me, just camping, & trying to get prepared for the storm ahead..
spent some time yesterday working on my new pickhoe head, getting it
taken care of & towards ready for use...

happy as a clam doing so, knowing its a key piece in the puzzle of
subsistence & survival..

one of the top five tools on my list for the cabin in the woods
routine... It took me a couple years to find and afford the right
one, wanted the same model as the one I neutered into a grub hoe, so I
could use the Cortesa custom handle I made for myself in either hoe..

and that hoe ended up being a discontinued model in stores.. But
finally ran into one, and afforded, and packed it home with about 50
lbs or so of other stuff, taking 7.5 hours on average, & 3 bus changes
to go 100 km... Which tells you something about the tico concept of
mass transit in rural zones...

but I dont have to go any such where very often, and kinda working
against the clock in my own mind, getting ready for what reality
translates infinite human stupidity into in practical terms...

Collecting what I can of usefull items, on my meager budget, doing
fine, keeping to my neoindigenous imaginary limits...

Basically am using my materialistic desire, to better prepare myself..
I see people around me spending thousands every month, mostly on
vanities, and I feel pretty good, if my vanities are a few extra hand
tools..

I liberated plenty of neoindigenous goodies from retailers, looting my
way mentally thru stocks in a small border community.. pack ratting
off what I could..

I sacrifice to be able to do it, others sacrifice for me. I hope to
if nothing else, have some root-rock-dirt security for my group, in
case they need it.. Already managed to badger them into heading good
directions towards such fundamentals..

soon, a couple years maybe, begin pulling our little clan of friends &
family together geographically into a co-operative unit.. A little
commune of sorts, where loosly knit people help each other adapt to a
reality in flux, as an Empire of vanity & ego goes thru its death
throes...

the drawing in.. Reforming what was lost a couple generations ago..
doing what I can to insure food in pots, cooking fuel under them,
coffee in cups of people who cooperate & assist each other with the
necessities of life..

so, I boyscout along... doing simple things.. communicating what I
learn & think..

Adulthood, is when you realize, that the Sailor's term, of; "getting
your shit together." is an ongoing & endless struggle, and not a
destination already arrived at ever..

the problem with the farmers, & government, is that the status quo has
an "unrealistic Overview" of reality... all they can see is
themselves at the top of a pyramid of Nirvana, with their dinner
parties & billions, managing a world that exists solely for themselves
etc...

And they see the farmers as being little different, than horses hooked
to their carts...

Well, farmers tend to have some horse sense..

and status quo types wouldnt know a raddish from a turnip, if it was
still in the ground..

and an unrealistic overview, invariably leads to the erosion of the
base of the pyramid, until the horses have had enough, and kick the
status quo's teeth out...

education is not intelligence, & academics isnt good sense..

Theory doesnt grow Turnips..

all I can say, is best one quit believing in the system, and start
operating on a more fundamental level of organization.. and you'd
best be able to get by without the system, and be prepared to kick its
teeth in if necessary, because those running it, & those following
them, havent a clue about reality... they manage a cobbled up
technoculture, with human stupidity as a major ingredient in the mix..
and they whip the horses, careening the cart over the cobbles, with
the bearings screaming & smoking from lack of grease...

quit calling your bleeping congressman.. he's not going to do shit..
He's the complaint department... theres an economic fire wall between
him & reality..

only way to change the system is dont use it.. the horses keep trying
to go back into the burning barn..

much better if they spent their time contemplating the meaning &
responsibilities of freedom..

because when things finally collapse, they're going to get to deal
with it, in a without the system reality, ready or not...

might be good to focus on how to keep the kids fed no matter what..
and how to keep doing it.. forever... And not just rely on some
freeze dried glop, that the rats can gnaw & chew right thru the part
where it says 25 year shelf life...

when the system goes down, best you already have your subsistence trip
already up...

and not be expecting the system to shortly fix itself, so you can go
push your little shopping cart down the asiles of Consumer-topia...

its going to be a big crash folks.. those in charge think squeezing
the Turnips for blood is a good idea..

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Sunday, 24 July, 2011.......

Evening, going on midnight...

its a warm tropical night, didnt rain today to cool things off..

I was sleeping, but awake now.. Some text messages from a woman who
thinks she has to have me...

so I did some cafe, will be up for awhile, keeping her company via
texts, at the hospital, she's doing the night shift..

went to Panama awhile back, bought some stuff, a cast iron stove top
for my fire, another pick hoe for my garden, and a set of garden
trowels and matching scratch rake device, all in stainless..

also got a nice pocket knife with a hook blade, high quality, which
I suspect was designed for a paratroopers shroud knife... Its a one
hand opener, side lock, and has a clip... Blade is very good
stainless.. Took me a couple days to rebevel & remove factory edge,
used grades of wet or dry sand paper over a cylinder to sharpen its
inside curve..

also made a lanyard for it out of a nylon boot lace.. Which make nice
lanyard material due to flexibility.

I sharpened the stainless trowels with a file.. That took awhile
too... But theyre now hanging like wind chimes in my garden tools
selection of my little shelter...

havent listened to much short wave lately, taking a break from my
anthropological studies of human insanity via the eitheral planes..
I.e. Got tired of listening to all the horrible shit theyre doing to
you normal people.. in the name of unnessisary improvements &
corporate fascist profit margins..

aint a margin anymore, they have most of the page, and its the day
niggeroos who've been marginalized economically & politically..

I feel sorry for you poor bleepers... Trapped by your insecurity &
vanity in a terminal system...

I hear them on short wave howling for jobs..

gee, I never much liked jobs... seemed like they were never worth the
money, due to management types, with hardons for self justification,
coming up with constant absurd shit to pile onto the self niggeroo
units...

I dont think more jobs is the sollution.. I think more people getting
out of the system is...

thats all I do now, is vector off from the technocult... I wouldnt
want a job.. would eat up my free time, and I've gotten used to that
being 24/7....

once you figure out you can stay alive on $50 a month, a job seems out
of the question... These days, I get to spend $100 a month, & am
constantly improving my very comfy life in real terms.. being
neoindigenous in nature pays...

I also got a couple more plastic buckets in panama, and started buying
second hand clothing too, starting my post crash clothing stash...

been working mentally lately on a design for a fire making machine...

getting tired of disposable lighters that goto shit, and matches in
the tropics will drive you nuts due to the humidity.. a lens is fine
on sunny days, but they aint all sunny...

so thinking to upscale the bowdrill friction system into something
that really works good.. make it have a wooden frame, and be foot
powered, stair stepper maybe? Where I can create fire in maybe a
minute on cloudy days with no technocult resourses.. kind of a
Gilligan's island device..

I want to keep it small, and make it in my usual laced together
fashion, so it comes apart for neonomadic transport if needed...

might seem silly now, but take away the technocult, and it would get
regular use...

I bought the paratroopers knife to use in the garden.. Fine for harvesting...

anyway.. Got my trip going good, improve my life regularly, do
ocasional camp improvements, and stay happy dog most of the time.. I
couldnt starve to death unless I was blind, I have constant food
falling on the ground... If I can crawl & see, I can eat now...

so.. Here I am, got a toad on my floor popping bugs as I write.. The
lizards think I'm a great guy, and life is pretty good as a wild man..

meanwhile youre all gnawing your fingernails off, at what the faggot
on Pennsylvania avenue and his friendly gay whores for neighbors are
doing to you..

get out of Babylon.. Period..

have been practicing the electric guitar daily, steadily learning..
Into strumming rythims now..

got myself a couple pretty thumb picks in tropical colors.. Next year
hope to start learning finger picking also... much more pleasant &
rewarding to play an instrument, than to listen to canned shit.. if
the recording industry had to rely on me to support them, they'd
starve to death..

I like things that are real.. Not into a TV dreamland opiated state
mentality.. Not a jock head.. Dont spend time surfing the internet in
materialistic lust..
My hobbies have become my life, and my life is my hobby... What could
be better than living simple in nature, and doing things myself?

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