“…as God is my witness…”

“As God is my witness..”

I love that line from Gone with the Wind. Scarlett is at her wit’s end with everything happening in the war and she vows to “never go hungry again.” When taken in light of all the things going on in our world today, I would think this would be a good memory to bring to the surface once again. All war is ugly. And pretty much all wars are begun because someone wants something someone else has. Be it land, power, money, and in the old days, a woman…lots of reason to attack another tribe outside your own. In modern times it has been for control of worldwide money, the poppy fields (ever wonder why George Bush’s nickname was Poppy??) or the old fields, or Muammar Gadafi’s gold. Or all those records in the famous 9/11 towers. I know, you probably think I’m crazy – one of those conspiracy nuts. Well, I may well be. But I am learning all the time. And I have learned that I have been lied to – so very many times. By my teachers, my university, the television nightly news, politicians, my government, my church, the medical profession. Lies everywhere. It’s almost like they all follow a common narrative. Gee…wonder if they do?

To be comfy or to stretch??

Quite a number of years ago, in fact when the Twin Towers were destroyed, I was so thankful to God that George Bush was our President. I felt so safe with him at the helm. Photos of him at the site with the first responders and our flag brought tears to my eyes. Our country had been attacked and we were going to defend ourselves. It was actually sad and glorious at the same time. Back then, big media had it on blast 24/7. Our troops were assembled and sent on a mission to get those who attacked our people on our own land (because except for Pearl Harbor, it was an unknown thing to America!). And then it just stopped. We were told it was too traumatic for us to see it anymore. And that’s when I chose the red pill – the one that wakes you up, out of your everyday-ness slumber and acceptance pattern. I started to read more. I started to think, outside the MSM feed on my TV. I was raising teenagers at the time, so my life was full without the news cycle. But honestly, that red pill led me to my first “rabbit hole” and down it I descended. Been pretty much mucking around ever since, turning over stones and looking into crevices and being hurt, shocked, disappointed, and angry all at the same time. Sometimes the truth hurts. A lot.

Mark Twain – Spot on, again!

The world is in a downward spiral. I see it all around me, every, single day. The news I allow into my head confirms it. Don’t forget, we can control what information we are fed and by whom. And, you don’t have to accept a single word said to you by anyone. Due diligence requires us to question everything. I am not an infant needing to be spoon-fed. I am a rational, thinking, capable adult. What a concept! I am allowed to question the narrative anyone spews at me – left, right, and anywhere in between. Unfortunately, so few do question the narrative. I have said this to countless people, but I really believe technology has made our brains lazy. We accept the post-it-note, headline grabbing, Clift-notes version of reality – and we don’t question it. “It must be real, it’s on the internet” or “It must be real, it was on CNN”!! Laughable. Wikipedia is a prime example. No experts write that site’s information. It is put together by anyone and everyone who wants to add information. Is it vetted? C’mon, man! Today was a good example. Sarah Palin is suing the New York Times. They printed false information connecting her name to gun violence. They retracted it within the next 2 days on Twitter, and other social media, including their web site, but they did not pull that edition. Today’s coverage of her appearing in court was laughable. The articles I read (I read at least 4 versions) stated that, although she was unvaccinated, she was seen without a mask, at local NY venues. Two weeks ago she tested positive for covid and was still brassy enough to appear in public! They went on about her vaccine status and covid status for paragraphs and finally got to why she was in court in the first place, and in NY no less, at the very end. The by-lines and titles were salacious and slanderous, focusing on her health and not on the court case. They used to call them “rags” or “gossip sheets” in the old days, but these were mainstream news outlets. Our “news” and our information is so slanted and with such an obvious narrative, we rarely get to the meat of the information, let alone the truth. So why bother?

Canadian Truckers

Unless you are totally unplugged, or only listen to CNN, you must have heard about the truckers in Canada protesting the vaccine mandates. They are peaceful. They are supported by the citizens of Canada all along the route. Videos show people handing out sandwiches. One business moved its pizza ovens to a tent to bake pizzas for the truckers. Many more citizens are standing in the Canadian winter’s cold with signs and music and applause, supporting this movement. There are people who are vaccinated and those who are not, standing shoulder to shoulder, both claiming mandates are not the way to go – they are claiming “personal autonomy.” Much like the pro-abortion folks claim, “My body-my choice,” but do not extend that to mandatory chemical injections for the flu. (Sorry – I had it so bad in October/November that I was hospitalized and am now still suffering the aftermath, and I still believe it is just another SARS infection – a version of a flu). The truckers in Canada have been joined by those in 5 or 6 European countries, South American countries, the continents of Africa and Australia. They are even trying in NZ. And now, there is a convoy in the USA. It starts in CA and goes through TX and up to DC. They are going to try and disrupt the Super Bowl. You just never know what people will do after two years of lockdowns and “two weeks to flatten the curve.” Enough is enough.

Conspiracy theorists…

Surrounding this trucker thing is a myriad of theories that are off to the side, but grabbed my interest for a hot minute or two. There are links that go from some big names in Canada back to the Soros organizations. Apparently there were permits or something required for these truckers and the organization/person who facilitated and helped fund much of this is part of the Soros machinery. And that by stopping truckers from delivering much needed food and supplies, Soros is managing to corrupt the economies of regions and countries, while emptying shelves and bringing production of goods and services to a grinding halt. Here in Alaska, we rely on trucking for a huge percentage of all our food and supplies. We produce 5% of our needs. Not good odds. (Which is a good reason for prepping as a way of life). We have roughly 3 days of food on our shelves. We have about 3 days of fuel at our gas stations. We have one main port here in the southwest, Anchorage, and that port is aging and could shut down in a moment’s notice. And when the trucks don’t run, the trains don’t arrive, and the barges don’t come, we feel the pinch right away. Being at the end of the food supply train is no joke, my friends.

Anchorage, Alaska

I have been increasingly aware of the dire state of affairs, looking from my safe space here in the Last Frontier. When I see some of what is happening, I am ever-so-grateful I live away from the glare of mainstream USA, or what we lovingly refer to as “the lower 48.” I am separated by Canada. You have to drive through an entire country, or take a long ferry ride, or fly quite a few hours to get here. And I like that buffer most of the time. However, it is more costly to live here because everything is shipped (which is why Amazon Prime loves us) and that also makes us more vulnerable. We already have empty shelves. Prices have gone way up. Now we are told there is a shortage of motor oil. Of all things.

I received an interesting email this morning. And it sort of started me thinking in this vein, or theme of this post. It spoke to the immense oil find that our President knew about in 2006. Who would that be you ask? Yep; George Bush. Oil family man. Connected to lots of interesting people. And this oil is valued at trillions of dollars and is trillions of barrels. It would make us energy independent for 2,041 years or more. It would fund the entire economy. It is called the Bakken and Three Forks formations in Montana and North Dakota, up through to Canada. The government has known about this since 2006 – through Bush, Obama, and Trump. And look at what Biden is doing with our oil these days? Pumped gas lately??? To be fair, Bush ordered extraction to begin in August of 2005. The original report was written in 1995 and this 2006 report was just an “update.” The government, because it was presented to the legislature, has known about this for DECADES. Since good old Bill Clinton was President. Do you feel lied to, just a little bit??

“That” Vaccine

I haven’t really gone down the “rabbit hole” of the entire Covid narrative, let alone what a debacle the vaccine is, nor the mandates. The entire lockdown thing – “two weeks to flatten the curve” and “masks for everyone” and “social distancing.” The issue of children being unable to see faces and how this has affected their reading, their language acquisition, their psychological development, and so much more. There are so many documents that prove the harm these things cause. There are countries abandoning the entire narrative. Do you know why?? Lawsuits who name names and charges like “crimes against humanity,” “assisted suicide,” and “second degree murder” – the elites are running scared, and the narrative is crumbling.

Cognitive Dissonance

Once these narratives begin to crumble all around us, and more and more people choose that red pill of truth, there are going to be massive numbers of people who are depressed and angry and suicidal. I know; I was there. And often I still find myself not wanting to leave my house, I am so angry at the world and all the lies and manipulations. I could give you lists of things to research but the list is massive. Try Operation Mockingbird or Operation Paperclip. Those were big for me. Why did Donald Rumsfeld declare on September 10th that there were $2.3 trillion missing from the Department of Defense and the following day, why did the exact office containing all the data referring to that missing money have a rocket detonate into it (You still don’t believe it was a plane that skidded on the ground do you? Look up videos!) as part of the staged 9/11 attack? Why did he resign later in 2006? Things that make you go…”hmmmmm”?!

God Wins!

In all these issues, God wins. Truly. But it is up to us to dig in and realize our future is in our hands. We can go with the flow, or we can be that stick in the river, standing against the tide. We can simply just not comply with the narrative. If enough people just say “no” and plant their gardens and prepare to hunker down, violence is unnecessary. The world would come to a standstill and the only activity would be the elite, scrambling to safety. Stand your ground. Say no. Stop being a pawn in the game of the elites. Be true to who you are – a child of God.

Stand Up! Spoil their game!

Remember – the elites only have the power we allow them to have. This is all a game of slight of hand and tricks. We are only free when we exert our freedom upon them. The governments are created “for the people” and when they no longer serve the people, they need to go. That swamp? It is so wide and vast and deep. But it can be drained. So when someone thinks they cannot make a change because they are helpless and become hopeless, remind them we have an army behind us. God’s army. God wins. Period. But please, wake up. Look around. Then join the peaceful people who are just trying to say “no” and “enough is enough.” And when you look derisively at a “conspiracy theorist,” know that they are trying to help you, to share with you an alternate route to information. Question everyone and everything. Research for the truth. Listen to alternative sources. Then discern and pray. And never forget, as the narratives around you continue to crumble, there are like-minded people, and God’s entire army, standing alongside you.

So help me God…!!!

“The mountains are calling and I must go.” John Muir

The photo above is of Mt. Susitna, or “Sleeping Lady.” It is here, in Alaska. And the story about her is one of my favorite traditional folk tales from the Alaska native peoples.

Utqiagvik

My son is heading to Barrow for at least a week for work. It is the northernmost city populated year round, and within the USA. The city has changed its name back to its original name, Utqiaġvik. It is pronounced, “oot — kay-ahg — vik.” Up there is where they have total darkness for the winter part of the year, and total sunshine for the summer part of the year. Life there, for the original native population, is not one many of us could have survived, back in ancient times. Even today, life there is much harder than the normal suburban housewife could handle. Prices for simple things like milk and cereal are insane. A gallon of milk is $10 and a box of Fruit Loops is $9.73. It’s almost impossible to imagine those sorts of prices. But the people survive. And it is what I look to when I want to see an example of strength and the ability to survive. History has not shared the full tale, but I know it is magnificent, if just known by its folklore. I cannot wait to hear my son’s stories when he gets back home. I am so excited he gets to see and stay in such a remarkable place.

Mt. Denali

I have been noticing that I am drawn more and more to the simple, the quiet, the serene, the natural. I would much prefer a mountain vista with a lake or stream than a high rise and traffic. I have no desire to uproot myself from the heaven-on-earth I live in to explore elsewhere. One of the reasons is because I have allowed myself to find my comfort zone, and to be comfortable there.

When we first relocated here, almost 10 years ago now, I was incessantly trying to get my friends from the lower 48 to see what I saw. To enjoy what I enjoy. Most everyone who has not taken to where I choose to live, have pretty much the same list of their reasons why not to live here:

  1. Too cold
  2. Too remote
  3. Too expensive
  4. Too rural
  5. Too frontier and not civilized enough

And you know what? I can see that. I really can. I was more than ready for summer after a pretty cold winter. This summer is not impressing me – we are having a few sunny days but most are overcast and in the 50s. This entire week we expect rain and 50s daily. I want sun! And this week is my grandson’s All Star tournament – every day – baseball in rain. Fun.

So I understand the objections. I was born and raised in Southern California. I know hot. And I know beach (born in Santa Monica). I know crowds, smog, and traffic, too. High taxes. Insane real estate prices. Yeah. I know SoCal. I miss my family and friends, but not the place. And I realized that my comfort zone does not include hot weather. I’d rather put on a jacket to get warmer than suffer in sweltering heat, relying on my A/C in the house or the car. And learning to get comfortable with who you are is such a hard step to take. I don’t much care for what others think of me anymore. I am here to please (1) my God, (2) my husband, and (3) my family. Friends are the flowers we carry through life. They are the extras we are blessed with to enjoy this journey.

Three Ladies in the Rain

I am blessed with some friends who I have had for decades. We shared marrying, and birthing and raising our kids, soccer, baseball, pizza parties, vacations and holidays, losing our parents, date nights, card playing, shopping, and tea times. We have gone through a lot together, holding each other’s hands when we needed to and celebrating when we were able to. And those friends will be with me until my last breath. And I am a blessed woman.

When we moved here, making connections was more difficult. People who choose to live here are a different bunch. They are hard-scrabble, as my grandma would say. I have met some friends here who have challenged me and who have changed me. For the better, I think. I am not as dependent in some ways, and more so in others. I have learned the importance of my community. I have learned more about infrastructure and supply chain dynamics than I thought I needed to know. And it has informed my conscious and has made both my husband and I change things in our daily lives. And realizing the things I thought I needed, I have no real need of. I can go all day without turning on the TV. I love walking through my garden, barefooted, battling weeds and swatting at mosquitoes. I love hanging out with my husband and he and I planning and enjoying our plans come to life. It is a good life. I am content. I am happy. I am where I am supposed to be. And I am making connections along the way. It is good.

The infamous sars virus that invaded our lives made us change, too. Smaller circle of friends, more prepared for disasters. Disappointed in how our local and state and federal government handled this. And deeply disappointed in how the Church handled it (so much for trusting in God over some man-made disease). Our faith has become more personal, and I actually think that is a bonus we can take from all this. And we have taken a look at how we live in relationship to the services we can use from local agencies. One of the changes we are in the midst of making is changing from a pretty, flick-a-switch-on-the-wall gas fireplace to a real, honest-to-goodness, cast-iron wood stove. My only requirement? It had to be pretty. And boy, is it gorgeous. I cannot wait for the construction to be over and to be able to light it up! We are also surrounding it with fossil rock. As an anthropology major, getting the opportunity to have real fossils, from Alaska, on my fireplace walls, is beyond exciting. The stove is brown-enameled cast iron and it is shiny and pretty and I am so excited. And I can take the pretty top off and cook on it, if I need to! Pretty and practical – I’d call that a win-win!

Cast Iron Humidifier

My stove will look like the cute humidifier I got for it. Gorgeous brown enamel. You fill it with water and set it on the stove and it humidifies the house! So simple and so elegant looking, at the same time. So far all I do with it is dust it! Soon it will have its home on our wood stove – and it is a perfect match!

Why would we pull out a gas fireplace? Well, when we had the big earthquake a couple of years ago, we lost power. We could actually get the fireplace to start, but the electric blowers did not work. The heat stayed right by the fireplace. We had no lights and no way to run our appliances. We were not bad off in comparison to others, but it made us think. We also rushed to the store that day and even though things were all over the floors, the store was open, workers were there, and water was selling out. It made us realize we needed to be more independent of stores, electric and gas companies, and water suppliers. We have since looked at where our food comes from. We now buy local – we try to source everything we can locally. Keeping our small economy running.

One of our raised beds

We also started to take care of our own food supply. There are so many ways we can all be more independent. This is one way. Control your own food. Plant only what you like to eat, that will grow where you live. You can grow enough at a townhouse or apartment, if you want to. Container gardening is almost easier than a full-on acre garden like we have. We also have a greenhouse with our tomatoes, peppers, and dill, keeping them nice and warm.

If a disaster should strike, and food becomes scarce, where will you find enough to eat? You can store canned and freeze-dried food (but you need water to eat freeze dried) and you can also store water. About 1/2 gallon per person, per day. You need about a week’s worth of supplies, at least. If power grids fail, if gas lines rupture, if water pipes burst…what are you going to do? If violence erupts and stores close, are you supplied? What if there is another lockdown? Do you have what you need? What if the computer system crashes and we can’t use ATMs or our debit cards at places like gas stations and grocery stores? What will you have to trade or bargain with? Cash on hand? Politics control most of our lives and the powers-that-be are moving into our food supply (artificial shortages). Have you priced simple lumber these days? Artificial shortage. Research it. The government mandating farmers not farm? Research it.

Sleeping Lady

And all this leads me to why I wrote about the mountains – and for me, that is Alaska. I fled the chaos for the serenity of a quieter life; a life closer to most of my kids (there’s one who is moving even further away, but at least he’ll be out of CA); a more purposeful life…and a life near mountains. All around me in Alaska are mountains. I get all 4 seasons. (I do get more winter than fall, more summer than spring, but they all appear). I am now exerting myself into more control of my life, rather than relying on the system. Living “closer to the dirt,” as the saying goes. Off grid? Not hardly. But I know people who live that way and I sort of envy them. (I am spoiled in that I require running water, and a water heater). I’m not that brave. But I can strive for more than who I was and what I was capable of doing.

And so I have decided to get another tattoo…this one will be of Sleeping Lady, much like what is above. I love the mountains, they truly call me, and I love the story of Sleeping Lady.

For a brief overview, the Sleeping Lady story is about a race of giants. It is about a girl named Susitna and boy named Nekatla. They were deeply in love. It is about war and faith, community and life, and remaining steadfast. All of the story is filled with honorable traits of having a good character. The story says that when there is peace again on the earth, Susitna will awaken. It inspires me (look up the full folk tale for yourself – it is beautiful). And it fulfills my love of ancient cultures, and the mountains. And one day I hope the truth of the history of these ancient peoples comes to light. Perhaps then, Susitna will awaken.