Son of a Farmer

Rains have come our way, blessing the Earth and allowing us to plant cotton and other crops. I’ll be busy in the fields and am deciding to take a break from the blog and much internet activity to focus my energies elsewhere.

Everything continues to heat up here in America and across the globe. China is getting a little fed up with our Federal Reserve’s printing frenzy and Obama’s spending spree. I’m interested to see how this may or may not affect cotton prices as China buys most of our cotton.

Keep a very watchful eye on the Dow and the price of Gold and Silver over the next four-five weeks. If gold consistently pushes up and over 1,000 and remains there until July then the economic fall could start tumbling by Independence Day rather than later this fall.

Also be mindful of severe droughts scattered across the world. California, China, and Australia are in a mess right now. I advise people to stock up on  a six to eight week food (and water) supply to avoid either hyper-inflated food prices or even temporary food shortages. Grocery stores only stock up to 48 hours worth of supplies.

Our world is changing rapidly before our very eyes. Soon, we’ll realize that fiat money (paper currency) is exactly what it always has been – worthless! Will it take a wheel-barrel full of money for a loaf of bread like it once did in Weimar Germany? Ask Zimbabwe what that’s like.

Hopefully, many of you have been putting in gardens and honing your basic survival skills in regards to maintaining a healthy food and water supply without getting too far in debt.

Hate to leave you hanging with such daggers, but if you haven’t been paying attention to what’s really going on in this world, you are probably screwed. This will be my last post for quite a while…unless something really crazy happens.
Until next time, keep the campfire lit and don’t forget to sguiggey that 3rd Eye.

Had a cool conversation with a spiritual pal a while back. The topic centered on the mind, our thinking process, and the undeniable influence and affluence each thought or idea has on our immediate life and all that surrounds us. After all sorts of ins and outs, we concluded rather than ‘you are what you eat,’ which is really true when you think about it, we are what we think.

And that led me to my next conclusion on the art of coping with bullshit – which there is plenty of in this here life at this here time. Trying to separate the static from the music, it’s easy to get caught up in all the negative nonsense. And I’ve perhaps been as guilty of that as anyone lately.

Sure, times are hard. Yes, we’re in a drought. Yes, our economy sucks. Yes, unemployment is in double digits. Yes, a widespread pandemic (H1V1, pig, or whatever) may take more lives this fall. Yes, this might be the Greater Depression. Yes, polar caps are melting. Yes, California is on fire…again. Yes, wars and rumors of wars continue. Yes, multiple countries have access to nuclear weapons. And yeah, the Sopranos really are done.
Despite this negative ball of yarn, surely we can filter out enough of the static and focus on what we can do as individuals to change our current course to make the song just a bit sweeter.

We can’t change the weather? Well, can’t we? If all our minds are tuned into the proper frequency, can we not inspire the skies to wet the earth? Wilhelm Reich and Nikola Tesla believed it to be true.

If our politicians and corporations will not adhere to necessary changes, do we not have the power and authority to create our own parallel world by making our own changes? Our founding fathers certainly thought so.
If paper money really becomes what it truly is – worthless – will our world crumble? Hardly. It will be the beginning of reality, a separation from the grand illusion.
But if we continue to clutch to the same old, tired ideas that got us into our current clusterfuck then will disaster really be a shocking outcome? I find it fascinating (although painful and stressful) that we’re experiencing so many transformations simultaneously. It leads be to believe we are on the threshold of something beautiful, something real, and more meaningful. Yes, there will be much pain, but once we reach the other side the struggle will have proved worthwhile.That is, if we adhere to evolving in this painful process.
Some mornings, I have to begin with a scream at the top of my lungs into the empty morning. It helps. Some mornings, I may spit and spew until the last drop of venom drips from my veins. Some mornings, all is calm. Some mornings, laughter is all that can be heard. But no matter how bad the news gets, how stressed my mind gets, there remains a voice that reminds me the sun will rise in the morning, and we will all start the whole mother fucker all over again.