“..and the beat goes on…”

Posted on March 23, 2022 by kaiserswest

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain – la de da de de, la de da de da..
Sony and CHer – the beat goes on 1967

Another day, and more to learn and chew on and absorb. The world is now exploding in so many arenas. About 5 famous people claimed to have come down with Covid yesterday, even after being triple vaccinated. Hilary was one. And the government says it ran out of money to provide upcoming boosters. I find that amusing, because they just provided billions, with a “b,” to Ukraine. Funny how for the right thing, there is always enough money with our bureaucracy. Oh, and Congress gave themselves a 21% raise, while we have the gas prices we do and the food shortages that are getting worse. Priced simple things like bread, milk, and eggs lately?

Inflation is defined as the decrease in purchasing power of the dollar with an increase in the cost of purchasing goods and services.
Investopedia.com

So we are seeing our hard-earned dollars buy us less and less. Gee, does that foment general unrest or what? It’s part of the elite’s narrative. And, all while the MSM is pointing to Ukraine, so many other things are happening right here at home. The Hunter Biden “laptop from hell” is revealing so much damaging information about our sitting President and his decades of crime, not to mention Hunter’s own crimes. As well as how embarrassing the Biden family is and the fact that so many indictments should be coming out soon. And somehow the international community is supposed to respect this man as the leader of the free world? He and NATO, and his crime buddies home and abroad, all want to start a war with Ukraine. I think it is to cover up what is really going on in Ukraine. They have the largest program of surrogacy in the world. More babies are born and sold to foreigners from Ukraine than any other source. What is happening to those children? Who are they sold to? Why is it common knowledge that Ukraine is one of the most used countries for human trafficking? Have you seen the President of Ukraine? In his many outfits? Or in his dance routines? The guy is literally an actor. He has a $70-million-dollar estate in Florida, of all places. Putin is a statesman, taking care of business, while Zelenskyy is instituting draconian measures and increased lockdowns. Chaos – noise – distractions are in abundance.

Sometimes I veer off into silence. One of my daughters-in-law told me once that she could not stand how quiet our house was, and that she always has the TV on, or music. Something besides quiet. I think I used to be that way. But as I have gotten older, I relish the quiet. It is such a blessing to be able to be in a room with my husband, both of us occupied with an activity (like on our laptops or e-readers) and not have another noise around. We are comfortable in the quiet with one another. Don’t have to have meaningless chatter. Nor meaningless programming on the TV. It has taken me a long time to distance myself from the TV, but off and on throughout our marriage, there have been times we have not had TV reception. So going back to that is fine for me. We only stream the TV we do have. And I actually prefer the quiet. The quiet is not as welcome right now, because I have intense sound in my ears. I don’t refer to it as ringing, because it does not sound like bells or a phone or something. It is more like a highly pitched, constant noise. And I have noticed it ebbs and flows with the Schumann Resonance.

The Schumann Resonance is also called the “heartbeat of the earth.” It is all the electromagnetic energy – mapped. And on days when it is high, you can hear this sound in your ears – and like I said, rather high-pitched, and regular. Some people do not hear it at all. I only notice it when all other sounds are quiet. Like in my quiet house. There are lots of ways to see the resonance. Look it up online.

When it “resonates” with you, it becomes more and more obvious. Some days are insane. Some days you do not feel it at all. I experimented with this during the summer last year when I would garden barefooted. It is called “grounding” with the earth. It made me so peaceful and happy. Stubbed toes aside, I did feel calmer on the days I dug in the dirt. And that is when your body is closer to the magnetic waves resonating in the earth. It’s pretty amazing, once you learn about it. And I noticed my calm coincided with the resonance factors. How cool is that?

The post about Tartaria and their architecture I posted the other day was just the tip of that particular iceberg, or the edge of that rabbit hole. Ha-Ha. Free energy. Yep. They had it way back when. You can see it in the architecture! As in lots of spires and metal on the roofs of their buildings! Why was Tesla discredited and Edison foisted into the public arena? Edison wanted to make money off distribution of energy – so he fed into the pockets of the oligarchs of energy and the money-controllers of his day. Tesla was all about making life better for everyone, including free energy. Oh my word, what a rabbit hole that one is! Just look up the terms you are not familiar with, and follow the leads.

When the resonance is high and I feel like something is happening on earth, or in society, and I hear the silly news reports, I just remind myself that God wins. In all things. He is our Creator and He loves us, and some people just have to be shown and not only told. Things are getting worse and worse. Money is taking a dive; food is becoming more and more scarce. The chaos and the noise are only going to get worse, my friends. And hopefully more people will wake up to what is happening all around us.

The grocery store’s the supermarket, uh huh; little girls still break their hearts, uh huh; and men still keep marching off to war and electrically they keep a baseball score. And the beat goes on… Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. And the beat goes on… la de da de de, la de da de da….
And the beat goes on; Sonny and Cher, 1967

Boom – Boom – Boom!

Posted on March 22, 2022 by kaiserswest

Sometimes life lets you travel that road that is all paved and pleasant and easy. Then there is the day you accidentally veer off onto the road less traveled. Pot holes, wrong way directions, lots and lots of bumps. *Sigh*

My brain has been taking me so many places lately. As I wrote before, the interests of my mind took me many places in college. I think I officially changed my major about 4 or 5 times, at least. And I would travel those majors until my curiosity was satiated and I could comfortably walk away. One of my biggest mistakes was taking a few electives that sounded fun and I’d be off on another adventure. That’s how I found Anthropology and from that, Archeology. And that was the rabbit hole I found the most comfortable. I minored in Biblical Archeology and I could not understand how everyone was not a Christian. Ha-Ha. But I loved Anthropology because for me, it was history I could touch. I majored in Ancient History at one point and Anthropology was a perfect segue into archeology. Besides, the names of all those Egyptian dynasties rattled my brain and try as I might, memorizing them became a nightmare. I tried, but they all melded into one Ramses or another. I just could not keep them straight. But anthropology? I learned about the cultures of peoples and names were easier to connect to a people, a culture.

Imagine my surprise today when I read about an archeological discovery that was able to debunk the story of the Exodus in the Bible. Dates, places, names. They are stories, legends. They are not historical records. The ancestry of entire swaths of Jewish people around the world are now in question. The great lineage of Aaron and the Priesthood – turns out the roots are Caananite, not Israelites. Hmmm….

And so my night was long. So long. In the evening, my husband and I delved into uncharted waters on YouTube until our heads were pounding and the questions multiplying. What is the solution to that? Chef Ramsey, of course! What other mind-numbing thing can you escape into other than pan-seared scallops, beef Wellington, and the dreaded food taste test? Yes, I love Chef Ramsey, in his many, many manifestations. I adore his show where he cooks at home with his kids, and his travel show with two other friends as they traverse Europe and discover new ways of cooking, arguing, and enjoying life. It is nice to watch him relax and totally laugh. Of course he lets loose when he gets to dump mashed potatoes and gravy on rookie chefs who cannot taste onions in a potato puree! LOL! It is a great escape from all the truth bombs I am having thrown at me on the daily.

One of the weirdest things I saw on a video is where they lay the ley lines on a flattened earth map. The fibonacci pattern is there for all to see. And how the fibonacci pattern is everywhere in nature. Even pineapples display it! The patterns is in so many plants. Our DNA has fibonacci all over it. And as I watched that simple act of laying those mystical ley lines on the earth’s surface, this sense of peace, belonging, and joy came over me. I got choked up. Not kidding.

Ley Lines on the Earth – the Pattern of Life

I have always loved folklore and history. The books I dove into as a kid, the stories I loved the best, were all mythical in orientation. The first set of books I owned were Mary Stewart’s King Arthur series. I loved them so much and read them until they were torn and in pieces. It captured my imagination and I escaped into another realm in another time. It was good for me.

Prior to Mary Stewart, I read a lot of books about horses as a young girl. But once I discovered mythology and folklore, I was hooked. A favorite of mine, that I read to my boys out loud, was “The Scottish Chiefs” by Jane Porter. The illustrations are gorgeous. They inspire you, and her vocabulary was just delicious. (As weird as that may sound). From there, we moved on to the Narnia books, and the Lord of the Rings books. My boys devoured them. It has instilled a love affair with all things JRR Tolkien. Our middle son is still in love with them, through college and into adulthood. He now shares that love with his own children. Such a blessing.

As I have delved into more adult folklore and mythology, I read the first few books of the infamous, or famous, TV series, “Game of Thrones,” by George RR Martin. In those books, there are elements of mythology that are perhaps more reality than our modern minds can process. And this is where my brain is exploding right now. So much of what we thought was accurate historical record, was not. There are things that somehow are missing. We can sense it; we can feel it. Ever come across some amazing architecture and scratch your head, wondering how on earth that was created “way back then” with just chisels and wooden tools, with no power tools? Yeah; me too. An amazing building surrounded by modern marvels that was not razed to make room for them? Why did they save it? What else was there before our current memory? Have you seen photos of the past World’s Fairs? Boggles the mind. Or photos of things dated PRIOR to photography supposedly being invented? There are those, too.

Why are there things that boggle the mind around without an explanation? Where did the deposit of knowledge of these things go? Was it erased from our collective conscious? Why? Was the world really all that primitive generations ago, or was it more in line with Game of Thrones or Tolkein’s works? Would it be mind-blowing to learn entire continents were renamed because the world’s elite did not want us to know what has come before us? Why? I am diving deep these days and experiencing all the symptoms of cognitive dissonance. Headaches. Stress. Disbelief. Anger. Ugh. Want to come with me?

Research Tartaria. Align it with Ukraine and Russia. Look at what we always assumed was “Greco-Roman” Architecture. How did a city like Salt Lake City in Utah get discovered and within a few years have these amazing buildings already in use? Where were all those wagon trains going? Did they really build wooden towns? Who discovered the west? Was it already up and functioning? Why are there complex “greco-roman” styled buildings in remote Cambodia and Viet Nam? Why are there Tartarian cities in remote South American jungles? What, truly, is our past? I’m looking and searching all over the internet and discussing with other people who are discovering lots of new information. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks??

For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed; and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.
Luke 8:17

…”even the winds and the sea are obedient to Thee.”

Posted on March 18, 2022 by kaiserswest

The days are getting stranger and stranger. Things are happening worldwide that boggle the mind. The USA is now being called out on their bioweapons labs – over 300 and counting – around the world. The ones in Ukraine are being systematically destroyed by Putin, and he has completed his task and is now working on peace with Ukraine. However, it is looking more and more like the recent bout with this plandemic was indeed that – a planned pandemic – that our own country has released upon us, and the rest of the world. (Research the China games with our military). DNA markers show us that Moderna had a patent on the genes in the virus. That our country is testing even worse viruses and diseases worldwide. The plan to reduce the population is being put into effect. What what is next? Honestly, I’m not surprised by much any longer. An article posted this morning was about the CEO of Disney being arrested (and then later released) for child trafficking. Meanwhile over 100 people were arrested in Florida for child trafficking and there were a few who worked at Disney World. The rumors of tunnels and kids missing from these theme parks are turning out to have much more truth to them. And it should scare everyone.

The catchy phrases like “Save the Children” and others are not merely words to be bandied about. In most of the conspiracy theories out there, it all comes down to saving human beings from being treated like cattle – or worse. There are innumerous stories of human trafficking worldwide. There are names and places that crop up like Clinton, Haiti, Epstein, and others, all connected to this horrific trade in human beings. Children go missing at the rate of more than 460,000 per year in the US alone. How do we lose almost one-half million people EVERY YEAR????? And minor children at that??? Where are the values on human life in our country? We simply do not value life enough.

“The times, they are a changin'”…as the old song tells us, written by Bob Dylan in 1963. If only he knew then how much we would all change by now! He was born in the 40s and has seen so much change in his life, as I have in mine. The taking of the life of an unborn infant was so rare, and illegal. Yes, I am aware of backdoor clinics and drives in the night to have it done anyway. However, life was much more valued when I was a child. Each person had their own dignity, be it recognized or not. The societal changes that came about in the 60s is still affecting us in 2022. There were many good things, yes. Many! When I was a young girl in my teens, and I wanted to open a savings account, I had to be accompanied by my father – my mom couldn’t help because only men could do that. As weird as that sounds now! So many things we take for granted are now all being questioned. I trusted the world at large as a kid. I no longer do. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I trust almost nothing any longer. Like I posted before, I want a refund! LOL!

So much of what I was taught is bogus. And of course, the one above, geometry. It was the least favorite subject of mine in high school. Miss Vogler. She honestly used a pencil to keep her hair in a knot on the back of her head. She reminds me so much of the crazy teacher character in Men in Black they show on the big screen. I crack up every time I see that. But the point is, I seriously did not get geometry. So to use it as an argument about the sun doesn’t help me, but the graphics work better. LOL.

Here in Alaska we have this phenomena called Sun Dogs. We see more than one sun at a time. It is much like the top two photos. And then there are the bottom two photos. Ugh. We have been fooled once again.

So I have a wandering mind. My dad this morning (he is 95) informed me that he always loved that about me. How I would dive into a subject, get the gist of it, and move on to the next thing that caught my imagination. Ha-Ha. I responded that I am very much “a jack of all trades but master of none” in my intellectual pursuits. He replied that he wishes he could invert that about me. (Still not exactly meeting his expectations, even at my age!). He did, however, tell me he was proud of how I pursued knowledge in many, disparate, subjects. In college, I changed my major so many times that when I went into change it for the final attempt at grasping a degree, the kid at the counter asked me if my student ID was fake because “that’s a real old ID number.” So I took 10 years…I learned a lot. Ha-Ha-Ha.

Today I am still in that exploding brain emoji pattern. I keep being shown more and more evidence that still has the ability to rock my world. Hubby is coming out of it, but he is just pissed in general. It is part of that “cognitive dissonance” experience. I learned just a week ago that honey is actually bee vomit. We eat bee vomit. And it has rocked my world. I haven’t had honey since that day. Euwww….although I have since learned that bees have two stomachs, and one is for honey nectar and water. They do, however, spit it out of their mouths from this special stomach. So for me, still euwww. (Ha-Ha-Ha! Some things should not be messed with).

Bee doing its’ spitting thing in a hive…

So perhaps you can see how my brain does not let me get good rest. I keep throwing all these things into the air and grabbing onto them, and more I have not listed, daily. And as I sit here, I am trying to decide what dessert to bring for our pinochle game tonight. It is a veritable rabbit’s warren in my head. How do we find peace in amongst all this chaos? For me, it is in prayer. It is in community with like-minded people. You know you have found your tribe when you can express what you are thinking, sans any filters, and are accepted for who you are. How refreshing is that??? Good friends, community, all hemmed in with faith and prayer. The world can careen out of control, but if we tend our own yards, we can find peace. If each person in this world would tend to their own yard, imagine how quiet and peaceful the world could be. Of course, there are variants in all things, but the overall, and overreaching, tone would be one of peaceful growth – in self and in gardens and in community. So that’s where I hang on. I cling to the promises of God; I commune with Him all the time (“Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner – on constant repeat), and I seek like minded people to commune with. God is so good to me – some days I flounder particularly hard, but He always calms my spirit and brings perspective to all of this. Pray – constantly – my friends. Pray.

Maybe a pound cake for tonight. Hmmmm….yep; aways thinking…lol! Maybe we are all mad here. LOL.

Save me, O Lord, for I am perishing! Behold my ship is imperiled by the battering of the waves of life and is nigh unto sinking! But as Thou art full of loving-kindness and sympathetic to our weakness, with Thine almighty authority rebuke the tumult of tribulations which threaten to overwhelm me and drag me down into the depths of evil. And let there be calm, for even the winds and the sea are obedient to thee. Amen.
Akathist to Almight God – for Help in trouble, st. paisius orthodox monastery

“Slip sliding away….”

Posted on March 16, 2022 by kaiserswest

Most of the time, I come across as a happy-go-lucky woman who is happy with her life. And for the majority of the time, I am exactly what I seem. There are times, however, when things get to me and I walk around in a daze. I feel like the things in my head are going to make me insane. I feel my confidence and happiness “slip sliding away,” as the song lyrics go.

Whoa God knows, God makes his plan;
the information is unavailable to the mortal man.
We’re working our jobs, collecting our pay,
Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when we’re slip sliding away.
Slip sliding away;
You know the nearer your destination, the more you’re slip sliding away.
Simon and GARFUNKEL

And every so often, I think of this song as it applies to my life. It’s similar to the adage that when you strive to be closer to God, that’s when the devil slips closer, in order to steal your soul from God. I had a priest once admonish me to never pray for patience, because “that’s when all hell breaks loose.” Things will go chaotic all around you, so you can learn to be patient. Patience is not a gift; it is a learned response to your surroundings. And God loves us to learn things for ourselves.

I have been having this latent response to Covid, which simulates some of the symptoms of panic attacks – the trembling and some sort of “electric” sensation on my skin, along with an accelerated heart rate. But it is nothing compared to a full-on panic attack. I woke at 5:30am the other morning, sure that I was dying or the world was ending. Something catastrophic was coming my way. And unlike the leftovers from Covid, it did not end when I got up. I left hubby snoring, but the dogs and I went to the living room. I tried praying. Then I remembered my deep breathing exercises I was taught in the hospital. That seemed to help. But quite honestly, it took the constant repetition of the Jesus Prayer to get me calmed down, and about an hour of it, too, combined with breathing in and out as I prayed. Being steadfast and consistent in prayer was a blessing for me that morning!

I was recently able to share this prayer with a friend. In the eastern churches, we do not commonly pray the Rosary, nor do we use the rosary prayer beads. Instead, we have prayer ropes. They are known as “chotki” in the Greek. There are many types of them. But as you touch each knot, you pray the Jesus Prayer. Hundreds of them a day. The Roman Catholic Saint, Jose Maria Escriva, who founded Opus Dei (the Work of God) said that all tasks, all work, all day can be a prayer to God and can assist you towards sanctification. If you dedicate your works during the day to God, they become holy. And you mindfully ask God to consider the works of your hands as a holy work for Him. You elevate the simplest tasks to holy ones, by dedicating them to God. In the same way, the Jesus Prayer helps us dedicate our life, our works, our thoughts, our moments, to God.

As I was panicking, I imagined myself grabbing those knots on my prayer rope (mine was in our bedroom with my snoring husband). I wear the smaller wrist style above. The larger one is usually worn by clergy, as it has 150 knots. But I know lay people who also wear them. The villain in the Iron Man movie, played by Mickey Rourke, wore the 150-knot prayer rope wrapped around his wrist. I spotted it the last time we watched the movie, and smiled. He may have been a villain, but the man prayed! LOL!

One of the many images floating around my head at 5:30am was this one. The Flat Earth as depicted in Genesis 2 in the Bible. I have many friends who are now espousing this theory, versus our learned globe and universe and solar system, etc. My dad immigrated to the USA to work on the space program. And I’ve written about this in previous posts. But now more information is coming out and I am trying to remain open to what I do not know. To what is possible, even probable. And to allow myself to explore what I have been taught my entire life, in light of different information. I majored in Forensic Anthropology and Physiology, with a minor in Biblical Archeology. I want a refund. I am learning so much and my brain is totally like the emoji…

This is just one topic waking me up. There are so many red pills and rabbit holes to explore. And so many things that do not add up with what I was taught. The “Great Awakening” is what is happening to so many of us. Our former reality is slip sliding away. Truly.

Another one of the images in my head is this map. If you take the measurements of each country and each continent, and you map them out, there is a big difference between what we are used to seeing and reality. “Ego-centric,” “Christo-centric,” “Ethno-centric” are all terms that are used when we look at modern maps. Europeans drew them. Africa was much smaller than the USA, for example. Or Greenland! It’s barely visible! Look at the above map and then go look at a modern one. It boggles the mind. On and on this whirlwind of discovery goes. More and more truths are being revealed. And more will come out.

The economy is tanking, and it’s on purpose. The world’s food supply is being sabotaged, also on purpose. The elites are panicking and trying to hold on to their mythical power over us common folk. There are some on the world stage who say “enough is enough” and want to save our cultures and our mores before they disappear into the transgendered, inherently evil, multi-verse known to some as the “NWO,” or “New World Order.” Many of our presidents have spoken in public about helping to “usher in the New World Order.” President Bush Sr. was one of them. Clinton. Bush Jr. Obama. Biden (Well, he doesn’t truly say a whole lot – he is just not capable). Needless to say, things are heating up and us little peons, the debt slaves, are getting the brunt of the moves in this chess game. And quite honestly, it keeps me awake. I worry. Incessantly. And it brings on these panic attacks.

But if you refuse to serve the Lord, then choose today whom you will serve. Will you prefer the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates? Or will it be the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you now live? But for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Joshua 24:15

I cannot help but think God is in all things…even the way our history has been distorted. The way He has allowed us to be manipulated. Because if it is all served on a platter, we will not appreciate, nor value, what He gives us. Can you imagine walking streets of gold, being happy all the time, praising God like breathing in and out? Heaven! But, as I stated above, God loves us to learn for ourselves. And I am learning so much – exploding brains and panic attacks! Would I prefer the easier route? You betcha! But there is a great saying, and I believe it is important to keep at the forefront of all of this chaos and noise:

The road to hell and the stairway to heaven…hmmmm….

And today, as I started to panic, I straightened the house, I folded laundry, I started dinner, and I prayed – over and over again, “Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” With the way the world is careening out of our norm, I do think prayer is paramount. That and a well-stocked pantry. Because things are going to get much worse, before they can get better. The evil has been running rampant all over this world for generations – it’s going to take real effort to defeat it. I may not be on the “frontlines,” but I can do what I can to share information, and the best thing I can do is arm myself and pray.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful…”

Posted on March 4, 2022 by kaiserswest

We have snow and ice on the ground. The roads were worked on for a couple of days in our neighborhood, making it possible for me to drive them in my car. Prior to that, the dips and potholes made it impossible in my low-riding grandma car. But my husband’s 4WD truck could make it, although it was interesting! And this morning we woke to the winds. And the clouds. And the forecast for 3″ of snow this weekend, most of it landing on Saturday. Oh fun!

There comes a time, living in the far north, where you long for spring. The dripping of the melting snow is a welcome sound. Actually seeing sunshine is a treat and we all get excited to wear just a sweater and sunglasses. And you can see the buds on the trees, just waiting to pop into green leaves. And then nature says, “Not so fast! We have more in store for you!” A friend in Oregon gets excited when it rains for days because her well is filling up and she knows she will be able to water her garden! Up here, snow pack is good because the melt goes straight into the ground and the soil is that much richer for it. In Alaska, our dirt is amazing. We have not over-farmed and leeched the soil of its richness. In this climate, we also have glacier run-off, filled with mineral rich waters that further enhance our soil. I was surprised the first time I saw a glacial river – it looked like greenish milk!!

Even though we are in for another bout of ugly weather, we are planning ahead. I am organizing what I hope is a good garden plan. Most of it is in my head, but I will be translating that to paper. This situation with Russia/Ukraine is causing ripple effects downstream, so to speak. The exporting of 40% of the world’s supply of wheat and corn has been blocked by this situation. Two of the largest fertilizer plants in the world were burned to the ground. (Coincidence? I leave that up to you). Fertilizer is crucial to food production. Worldwide food production. These political skirmishes have wide ripple effects. Food prices, and gas/oil prices, as well. With this trucker convoy taking its place worldwide as well, getting what we do have to where it needs to go, becomes problematic. I am not against what they stand for, not in the least. However, living at the literal last stop on the supply train makes me far more sensitive to the issue than someone who lives where goods are in abundance and the local grocery shelves are always full. Up here, if the barges don’t make it, we will literally not have a single pat of butter – anywhere. It is no joke. Planning your garden gives you insurance and peace of mind. We will be able to eat right from the garden and preserve our extras. We will be able to share with our neighbors and help our community. Gardening with others in mind is a healthy thing to do.

When we organize our garden this year, we are going to focus on the things we love to eat, that are easy to grow, and grow well in our climate. We have a short, but intense, growing period. There are months when the sun barely sets in 24 hours, so the plants have lots of time to soak it all up, growing far larger than their southern counterparts. This year, there will be far less cabbage, more leeks and onions, as well as more herbs. An herb garden can grow year-round in your house. We have shelves by our southern window in the dining room, and plan to institute a year-round garden this year, especially since there are grow lights hanging over them all!

This world is in chaos. So much is on the cusp of change. And some of that change may be hard to deal with. Russia is returning to the gold standard. Perhaps the US is planning that, too. What will that mean? The plandemic is proving to have far-reaching implications for those who supported it. This week, with Pfizer publishing their documentation, showing 8 pages of side effects they KNEW prior to using their jabs, should cause indictments. The documentation shows mRNA and DNA effects – forever altered in those who took their shots. The fallout of this plandemic is going to be felt for decades. Infertility – will my grandchildren be sterile? Will their lifespans be affected? My heart aches at the thought. However, I can simplify all this information by focusing on what I can do. I can share knowledge with others. Skills I may have that others many not know about. I can plant food. I can help to encourage others to do the same. Victory gardens! Entire neighborhoods getting rid of lawns and planting food! Just imagine the bounty. We could feed each other, without bothering to go to the store, but for the bare necessities you cannot grow or make yourself.

There is very little you need from the store. You can make your own soap – and once you experience handmade soap, you will not want to go back to store-bought. You can make your own butter. Ice cream. Bread. Potato chips. On and on the list goes. We can live without much of what has become easier to purchase. Yes, it is a lot more work. Think “Little House on the Prairie” life! It is beyond satisfying, though. I was so excited when I was able to make a meal with everything I used being sourced locally. I buy grains (to grind myself) locally. I buy my meat from local farmers. We have saved boxes of potatoes out of the garden. I have cabbage, leeks, onions, rhubarb, and much more, all vacuum-sealed and frozen. I have pints upon pints of tomatoes processed into a plain sauce, as well as quarts and pints of salmon. We have two freezers we try to keep full. We have cases of water. We have gas cans full. We bought freeze-dried foods in bulk. I bake bread (when I am in the mood, because I found an outlet for fresh bread – not gonna lie) and I have the grains to make the bread stored in 5 gallon drums in my pantry and the garage. Sacks of rice. Lots of dried beans. The list goes on and on. I do not want to be caught unprepared. I go to our local store, Three Bears, which buys in bulk for the people in the bush areas of Alaska from Costco, to purchase things like toilet paper in bulk. Lots of what I have stored is locally sourced. I hate supporting big box stores and Amazon, if I can help it. A friend recently said they were buying up coffee…because who can survive a crisis without caffeine?! Great idea!! My next bulk purchase, for sure! LOL!

So even though we are experiencing a longer winter than I would like, we are looking towards Spring – the sights, sounds, and pleasures of gardening – as well as just being outside without coats! Ha-Ha! There is something priceless about walking barefooted through your garden, wiggling your toes in the soft earth. Even 5 years ago, I would never walk barefoot in the dirt. I just wasn’t raised like that. This past summer, I spent hours upon hours in my garden, bareheaded and bare-footed. It was glorious. And it went deeply into my soul. I was never a gardener before last summer – not a serious, food growing, gardener. Oh I planted my dahlias and beautiful ferns (I love ferns), and other flowers – and they were gorgeous. But there is nothing like walking among your carrots and leeks and tomatoes, and smelling the aroma of growing foods. And the flip side? Eating all that glorious goodness throughout the next year.

So even if the storm clouds are literal or figurative, there’s a way through them. Definitely pray. Put your trust in God. But plan ahead, too. Storms do not last. Life settles into its routine. But just think of a bountiful table, feeding your family and more. Don’t let the current of politics and posturing delineate your life’s details. Be proactive. Pray – plan – plant.

kaiserswest

Some musings of a mom….

Monthly Archives: March 2022