This story is about being grounded as we push back against the Grand Bulldozer.
Indeed. Community and togetherness seems just the panacea for our current ills. It very much reminds me of E.M. Forster’s maxim “Only Connect.”
I have read and do believe that you will draw yourself towards those things on which you choose to focus. Love and unity. Like a prayer. And my oh my, I just adore the folks drawn to your writings.
Best line: "And be your wound"
We are not taught how to be our wounds, what to make of them, how to respond to them. How to be introspective, to look into our souls, to find meaning in the wounds.
I am my wounds. I use them to do good.
Do good simply because it is good to do good (Marcus Aurelius) [huge fan!]
There are always and forever only two choices: give up or go on. I won't give the Great Reset bastards or anyone else of that ilk the pleasure of seeing me give up.
So I guess I have to go on.... and I will go on doing good. Because that is all I know how to do. I do not know how to be evil. To do bad. I only know how to do good.
Tessa my dear friend, your writing/thoughts belie your young age. I am so grateful I discovered your writings. You are a part of the solution, as am I, and other followers here.
Do good, nothing else matters!
Keep doing good, if only because we know it is the right thing to do.
This is the best thing I've read in a long time! I always look forward to your essays. Thanks as always for bringing your heart to the project of preserving our collective humanity, and speaking in a way that resonates truth within me. I can only hope that it has the same effect on many others.
Your poem reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from "The Living" by Annie Dillard, in which a man consciously chooses to reject his fear of death and enter fully into the joy of being alive (pp. 285-286):
"When Obenchain stood and stopped him—his face thickened under his hat—and told him he was not going to kill him, he was not going to die, Clare looked out over the trestle and down to the water, where gulls flew without bending their wings. Obenchain was offering him a view he had to reject. The tide on the bay was slack at the flood. There was a plank walkway on the trestle by the rails. Clare moved onto the walkway, nodding and serious; he held his breath as if he were diving. The trestle quit the shore, and Clare stepped out over the bay and the strait in a socket of light. Sky pooled under his shoulders and arched beneath his feet. Time rolled back and bore him; he was porous as bones.
‘No,’ he said to Obenchain – but Obenchain was already far behind him on the bluff, his head swaying up like a blind man’s. No, indeed. The sky came carousing down around him. He saw the sun drenching the green westward islands and battering a path down the water. He saw the town before him to the south, where the trestle lighted down. Then far on the Nooksack plain to the east, he saw a man walking. The distant figure was turning pea rows under in perfect silence. He was dressed in horse’s harness and he pulled the plow. His feet trod his figure’s long blue shadow, and the plow cut its long blue shadow in the ground. The man turned back as if to look along the furrow, to check its straightness. Clare saw again, on the plain farther north, another man; this one walked behind a horse and turned the green ground under. Then before him on the trestle over the water he saw the earth itself walking, the earth walking darkly as it always walks in every season: it was plowing the men under, and the horses, and the plows.
The earth was plowing the men under, and the horses under, and the plows. No wonder you are cold, he said to the broken earth, he said to the lighted water: you kicked your people off. No generation sees it happen, and the damp new fields grow up forgetting. He would return home and see his cedar shingles off on the train. Clare was burrowing in light upstream. All the living were breasting into the crest of the present together. All men and women and children spread in a long line, holding aloft a ribbon or banner; they ran up a field as wide as earth, opening time like a path in the grass, and he was borne along with them. No, he said, peeling the light back, walking in the sky toward home; no."
Since I feel like we write with similar intentions, here are a few of my more recent writings:
Musings on the Ever Given - a poetic plea for reintroducing life, meaning, and story into the great global dance of human labor and material flows.
Not the Future I Ordered - a lament against rising authoritarianism in which you are quoted.
Covid-19, Ideological Truth, and Moving Beyond Fear - an attempt to deconstruct the ridiculous mainstream pandemic narrative.
I'm not as convinced as you are that the corporate oligarchs are all conspiring together to execute the Great Reset. Instead I tend to believe that they are largely pursuing their own strategic interests under the umbrella of global neoliberal capitalism, which in practice mostly amounts to the same thing.
Much love and appreciation for your work!
There was a statement published by the former head of Architects and Engineers for 9-11 Truth, who stated very plainly that the reason they could not move the ball forward in terms of investigations and wider knowledge of the event anomalies among the public, was the lack of cohesive unity among their researchers and advocates. How can it be that we have the ability to converse with people around the planet, but we are missing the mark when it comes to effective action?
Also... loved the song.
We had an Easter party and nobody said "mask".
It as like a time-travel to 2019. It seemed pretty normal.
It was in Texas, rural Texas.
Here is a former Pfizer executive discussing his suspicions that current mass vaccinations set the stage for global controlled depopulation.
How is power wielded in the Western World?
Power, as we know it, is the capacity to compel other people to carry out actions which are designated by the powerful.
There is the carrot of payment in money, goods, services or favors, and the stick of violence and/or deprivation.
Since WW-2 the financial power of global reserve currency status has rested with the American Federal Reserve banking system.
To participate in global markets, any entity needs to have $US to trade in goods and services.
To obtain $US an entity must provide something of value in trade for them.
To create $US the US Federal Reserve system has to promise to back those dollars up with other dollars later, and the US Federal Government promises to accept those dollars with a promise of paying them back later with a little extra for the privilege. That creates an exponentially expanding stock of $US in the world.
At some point there are more $US than the world needs or desires, so the world will want something else, like American goods and services.
When those dollars are repatriated to the US, they drive up the price of the goods and services the world wants, and they increase the number of dollars within the US.
If those dollars in the US circulate freely, then other prices are increased in the US. Inflation.
It is in the interests of those holding power to keep the world desirous of $US, or their structure of extracting goods and services from the rest of the world breaks down.
When President Nixon ran out of gold to back the $US (Vietnam war bled gold from the US) King Faisal of Saudi Arabia was induced to agree to only accept $US in payment for oil, (the Shah of Iran did the same) and to recycle any excess dollars into US Treasury debt.
The Petro-Buck was created.
Threats to the Petro-Buck have included The Arab Oil Embargo (dealt with financially), the Iranian revolution (dealt with militarily and by secret agreements, then various forms of overt/covert warfare), the Iraqi sale of oil outside of the $US market (Iraq wars), the Libyan plan for a gold backed African currency outside the $US club (you know what Saddam got), and so on. A whole lot of violence has been needed to maintain demand for $US in the new millennium.
Violence did seem to be working, but more and more tribute-paying countries, tired of being bled are testing the Western Power Structure.
I sense that the time for a global reserve currency change is near. It stands to reason. We don't use the Pound Sterling anymore.
These regimes don't last.
Resorting to violence to support a financial empire is a sign of weakness, not of strength.
Failure of violence is a further sign of weakness. Violence has failed to bring Venezuela back into the fold of blood donors to the Western Empire.
The extractive $US global trade network, the extraction mechanism, is now used as a means of violent coercion, starving the citizens of Venezuela, and depriving them of medicines and tools they need.
Futile gestures , like $US-sanctioning Russian and Chinese politicians are an embarrassing public display of terminal weakness.
They announce that the current financial regime is a throw-away, running on fumes, and that these "tough sanctions" are being displayed to convince the folks at home that the $US remains almighty, because they, most of all, need to stay convinced of that.
The rest of the world, including Russia, China, Iran, Turkey and India, has long been exploring global trade alternatives to the $US regime, and quietly testing them out. The most prudent course for TROTW is to take baby steps, as it is doing, and await a $US financial crisis, like 2008, then to just increase use of the alternative systems, and open them to other participants, free of charge, free of tribute extraction.
The US won't be able to buy F-35s after that. Americans will have to bid global prices for anything that can be exported, as their wages become almost worthless, like in 1979, but with finality, this time.
The "Global War On Terror" has failed to solidify the US/Fed. as global hegemon for all time.
Oh, that's for our billionaire owners to decide amongst themselves.
Waddaya mean they are "not decision capable"?
Whaddaya mean, "we're on our own"?
Whadday mean, "useless eaters"?
Steven Newcomb and I are about the same age. If one can see through the lies about the assassinations of the Kennedy's and MLK Jr and 9/11, they should also be able to see through the lies about the scamdemic. I'd like to follow your instagram account, but alas, I'm boycotting everything facebook and google.