In the one paradigm you would find me still searching online for something to satisfy the itch.
Earthquake watch, nwo antics, the extent of the masonic plaque in every area of governance, the vatican and its increasing communion of shame and abuse. Libya is another torn asunder country by bankers, pharma and merchants of war. Fukishima is without doubt a world extinction event, the US is considering making it so that Israelis don't need visas to visit the foetid shores.
Here on my coast line the price of fuel has shot up in such a way that the very act of feeding ourselves becomes seemingly untenable. Somehow the household has grown in size, with two woman and a child needing shelter. So now there are 10. And yet day by day food is eaten, water drunk, fires made, songs are sung and despite the pot being brought to the boil analogy, there is a feeling of optimism.
Still hoping for a direct asteroid hit. No new economic paradigm is ever going to redress the mess we find ourselves in. There is a toad man who made his money through formula one racing. Ecclestone is his name. His daughter aged 22 recently got married and the cost of the wedding was twelve million pounds. Translated into Rands that would be (just let me get the calculator ) R144 million. With that you could have 100 towns the size of this one living comfortably for 20 years. Simply but comfortably. It is spent in one day. Like that. Found it so difficult to swallow and yet when her sister, who is even younger announces her wedding will cost more I just want to leg it over to London pick them up and drop them in the Kalahari desert.
I want them to fee the vultures and the ants and the flies. I want them to stop breeding. Unfortunately that is not going to happen so I still await the impact of redemption.
A few years ago I might have had some plans on survival strategy, storing foods and water and such. Now such notions are laughed at. What I am awaiting is a break from the prison cell that life has become. Where governments demand the money I make to prop up their own consumerism and corruption. For the huge financial vacuum cleaner to be switched off once and for all. I don't want a more comfortable, fair or just prison cell, I just want to be out of the prison completely and for that to happen is going to take something unimaginable.
Still sleeping in the tent despite it being winter. Every night after cooking i leave the crackling fire and head out to the womb. Out there I hear the owls. feel the clouds, am humbled by the wind and the power it evokes. It is out there away from books, music and entertainment that some possibilities have presented themselves to me. There is no more fear of doom and crisis. There is a faith, a faith that what cometh is a god send. A blessing that makes our time here at this moment significant beyond measure.
I don't know what god is but I know what she is not. We are walking into a new way of seeing afresh and anew the truth of what we are. Not limited in any way, pure divine being expressing itself ever new and ever fresh.
So many areas of my life have ended. It is not what happens to you but how you respond to the happening that makes a difference. The simple daily events that transpire that one could so easily overlook, are seen and gratified. The simple provision is enjoyed and noted and not even expected ever again. I have never had so little materially and yet i have never been happier, more peaceful, more content.
The beliefs I held about what I needed to be happy all got burnt up and what was left was the simple faith that everything, absolutely everything is perfect as it is. Even my inability to accept the perfection of everything in the unfolding.
This blog feels a bit like a monologue right now so if you happen to have visited this page, please be so kind as to leave a reflection. It would be much appreciated.