Stumbled upon a very cool blog thanks to another fellow blogger and liberator regarding Native American philosophies, prophecies, and wisdom. It is called Tierra y Vida (Earth and LIfe) and truly hits home what we are experiencing right now on this planet with all the madness coming to a boil. Click the link, read, and chew on that for a spell.
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I’ve tried to stay away from the nonsense of politics on this blog, but I can’t avoid this one. There has been much speculation about America and Britain’s (over)reaction to the so-called pirates in Somalia looting the waters and stealing cargo ships. Is this real or some CIA-rigged game to pull more troops to the south of the Middle East, thereby creating a complete “we’ve got you surrounded, come out with your hands up” approach to all the fantastic oil fields in Iraq and elsewhere. This was first brought out by Mike Ruppert on his blog via From the Wilderness.
I doubt nothing these days. This article is pertinent to all of us and agriculture, as well, as it reveals the unforgivable dumping of nuclear waste in the ocean waters of that region. Can’t you just imagine a bunch of dudes with patches over their eyes and parrots on their shoulders screaming, “Argh, and we’ll get the gold, too!” Unbelievable.
Perhaps it is these same pirates who ransacked our economy. Perhaps it is these same pirates who ruined the auto industry with over-sized, over-priced gas-guzzling tanks. Perhaps these pirates also hid the “weapons of mass destruction.” And yes, perhaps these very pirates are the gunmen from the grassy knoll. We’ve got to wake up.
Got some interesting feedback this past week.
Diane, thanks for the input on permaculture. This is exactly the kind of feedback I’ve been hoping for on this website for sometime now. Interesting videos. Looks like they’re doing fantastic work with many obstacles against them. We build terraces here in Texas. Same concept, just not as intensive as the ones in permaculture. It gives me some cool ideas for around the homestead as I live on a steep slope. Thanks again. Much appreciated.
Mrs. Braveheart, you crack me up, girl. Wear whatever you have or don’t have for the raindance. Clothing is always optional. ha. Hope you’re continuing to fight the good fight in South Africa.
And last but not least, to my dear loved one who is worried about “my beliefs” and questioning “my morals” which differ from their own. Perhaps we can talk some other time, as I did not set up this blog as a forum to discuss personal beliefs between family members. I thought people who live within 10 miles of one another can still speak face-to-face. But thanks anyways for your concern…I think. I do not push my spiritual, political, or social beliefs on anyone here, yet it is a place for like-minded individuals to share ideas, stories, views, hints, etc. on anything agriculture-related. If you don’t like the content, don’t let the cyber-door hit ya’ on the stick up your ass.
To all other readers and thinkers, keep livin’ and squiggey that 3rd Eye.
Some terribly sad news for agriculture today. Charles Walters, chief editor of Acres USA, passed away last night, January 14, 2008.
I have as much respect for that man as any great pioneer througout history.He was indeed an intellectual maverick, combining his genius of agriculture, history, economics, and politics into a work of art. Each month, I could hardly wait for the latest issue of Acres USA. First thing I would do was flip to his editorial and read from beginning to end. His knowledge was like that of a vast set of encyclopedias full of sarcastic wit and humorous cynicism. I can’t imagine the frustrations of knowing what he knew.
Immediately upon hearing the news, I called a dear friend who was quite familiar with Mr. Walters’ work.
“He was every bit of a pioneer in the same class as Carey Reams, Albrecht, Calahan – all those guys. It’s a damn shame,” he said.
Regrettably, Mr. Walters and I never met. Ironically, I’d called him two weeks previous, not knowing of his illness. I was doing research for a book I’m writing and wanted his take on things. His wife called me back a few days later, saying he was ill and he would call me back the following week after he got better. Unfortunately, the recovery wasn’t meant to be.
He is the auther of Weeds, Control Without Poison; Unforgiven; and Beast of a Muddy Brain. His son Frank, is the managing editor of Acres USA.
Tonight, I raise a glass in remembrance of the life this agricultural pioneer lived. Tomorrow morning, I will put on my boots with his memory forever a part of my spirit.
Jesus, what’s a man gotta do to get a raindrop around here? Believe me, my fellow liberators, I’m trying everything I know.
I’ve spent some quality time in the cosmic teepee, and coming up with the same message I’ve been getting…”the check is in the mail.” Okay. Thanks.
Very frustrating. But I am rebuilding the first paramagnetic energy tower I constructed. It was knocked down (accidentally) January 2008. Any coincidence in the lack of rain since? We’ll see. I should finish it by January 14, 2009, so we’ll find out.
Tallied the rain totals on all our fields, and I was suprised again. Just 9.4″ here at our home farm. Our highest rainfall was a grand total of 11.7″ and our lowest field was an abysmal 6.5″ for 2008. What a trainwreck.
Let’s focus our thoughts, hopes, prayers, and energy on adequate moisture for 2009. Grab your rainsticks, turtle shells, and spread a stance on a good ol’ raindance.