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The People have spoken. I will also add a brief (say under 9,000 words!) explanation as to why.

Perhaps my binging of the series Mad Men has inclined me to explain myself more than usual concerning a topic I hardly ever mention but that is actually quite important to me: Aesthetics.

And since you all have short attention spans I put a heading below in underlined bold you can skip to.

The Poll remains open so it may accumulate more votes over time, but I am also quite sure that most of the critics have spoken already.

I also received some texts and emails and one of the most balanced was an email that explained how the eye naturally tracks from top left to bottom right for Westerners, and that while, yes, the fruitfly attention span is a real thing, and people probably don’t even notice the sidebars and links there, this site has a unique look that is not really found anywhere else; and that —for anyone with a little discernment— makes it stand out from the endless deserts of slick, clean, pristine, and sterile sites that all resemble each other.

And he has a point. I don’t know about you, but I can barely stomach seeing another substack layout.

He was probably too polite to point out what my most constructive critic spells out, which is that he thinks the blog looks like a Warhammer 40K site and that there is so much content it looks like a reddit sub with 50,000 posts.

While I resent the Reddit comparison, I understand this site is not one-dimensional, and that can be “overwhelming” for some, after all, I cover everything from Ancient Technology to the Zombie Apocalypse, and everything in between, with serious posts about astronomy, Mars, The Catholic Church, Martial Arts, Christianity, Hypnosis, Science Fiction deeply steeped in Nazi “Conspiracy theories” that are rooted in factual events, random thoughts on the farming life, occasional humorous anecdotes about my not quite feral, but certainly savage children, and many, many, other topics, as the categories list (now fixed after the hack attack) on the right clearly shows.

So, yeah, I guess the average overstimulated, non-existent attention-span, partially woke, partially boomerzeigest infected, possibly apathetic GenXer, depressed Millennial, or stoned GenZ reader may find the site too much “effort” to peruse, investigate, navigate, and explore.

I get it.

But you see, as I wrote back in 2009 when I created this site’s look, from scratch, out of my own ideas and head, and despite it offering both Hypnosis Services (which are actually being requested more lately, with good results in general) as well as a link to my E-store for digital versions of books I wrote (most of which are also on Amazon), and some watercolours I do when time permits, the primary thing this site is about is not what you might think.

It is not politics, hypnosis, science, science fiction, writing, or really any of the categories listed on the right; but rather, it is about an overall, encompassing category I mentioned right at the very origin of this site:

Exploration.

As I wrote in 2009 (the site launched in early 2010 but I had written up the various pieces a few months earlier):

The world we inhabit, and the universe we find ourselves in, is an absolutely incredible and fascinating thing. In truth, almost everything I do stems from my ever-growing curiosity about many, many things. 

This site means to attract a very unique type of reader.

The ideal daily visitor is a person that is still curious about life and the world we live in. Increasingly frustrated or angered by the increasing enstupidation and zombification of humanity all around us, but not crippled by it. Not a nihilist or a person lacking in hope and ability as a result of the grind they put us all under. I want the rebels that prefer to live out in the wastelands with single action revolvers, filtered water catchment tanks, solar panels, and water turbines, far away from the drug-addled inhabitants of the Brave New World Cities where you will be provided for, own nothing, and be drugged, lied to and brainwashed into “happiness”.

Such people will NEVER agree with everything I think, opine on or write. There will be things I say that will piss them off, or they will disagree with, BUT and this is key, they are the type of person that CAN be persuaded by facts. And as such, even the things I write that may piss them off may later, one day, when presented in a way that suits them more, be digested, metabolised and assimilated. They may, in fact, change their mind. And sometimes they may change mine.

Everyone likes to think they are that type of person, who can change his mind based on solid facts, but I estimate that at minimum over 85% of people are simply not. And if I had to guesstimate the actual number of people that can turn their long-held beliefs on a dime when presented with irrefutable evidence, I would say that at the most optimistic and generous, it is under 2%.

So, I know. I am my own worst enemy from a financial, economic, or fame perspective. And while I care absolutely not at all for fame, I could certainly appreciate being able to make a living just from my writing and sharing of concepts, stories, and ideas I have discovered in my rather eventful life. That would be truly awesome.

But not at the cost of my integrity.

I ENJOY writing this blog. And while it lay mostly dormant for years at a time, because my life was too full, chaotic and dynamic for me to give this much thought, since 3 years ago, I have begun an attempt to create a stable family home. It’s not a coincidence given I have also fathered three children in the last 5 years.

And while I have no more time (in fact, probably less), no less chaos, and certainly a LOT more worries and a LOT less money than I did before, continuing to write here actually gives me some of the spiritual fuel that inspires me and keeps me going.

Yes, the Satanists in charge may nuke the site tomorrow from orbit, or I may get droned or microwaved into a “heart attack” for it, or whatever.

C’est la vie.

But in the meantime I’ll carry on as I see fit.

And in doing so, the people that will most likely be attracted to this site are the types who WILL look at the links on the sidebars.

The types of people who DO read full length books and enjoy them, even if they too are harassed, squashed into cubicles, robbed of their time and sanity and souls every day.

They are the people who remain curious, defiant, who are able to change their mind based on facts, enjoy a story or a laugh with a man they agree on some things with and disagree on others, without either one ever losing respect for each other.

They are the type who, perhaps, also understand my sense of taste.

The Aesthetics of this most Excellent and Tonic Verbarium of Ideas

In my opinion, the last natural, real, honest, scientists, were best exemplified in the late 1800s. It was a time when equipment and machinery was crafted with care and skill, but also with a pleasing aesthetic.

Scientific observation was meticulously undertaken with patient recording of results and while the scientific method was held to tightly, the imagination of men was unfettered. We could envision sky-ships and then we built them.

Cognac and good cigars were served in the well-furnished libraries of men who could theorise on the laws of gravity as easily as discuss the possibility of remote areas of the world that might house supposedly extinct species. Men who would travel to far-away lands to explore ancient and mysterious ruins to discover the real origins of mankind. Men who did not fear an intellectual conversation, nor a brawl when the occasion called for it. Men who could argue honestly in search of truth, not the mere satisfaction of ego.

Such is the design of this site.

The slightly baroque look of the wallpaper reminiscent of hand-crafted wood-panelling, the various links and addendums to the site analogous to hidden doors in the library, or a secret panel in the desk, behind which was to be found even more astonishing information and locations.

It was a time where a man could be a real scientist, an explorer, a polymath, hold his own in discussions with the most esteemed experts of various royal societies, but not shy away from a bare knuckle fight or a duel with rapiers at dawn.

It was a better time, when men (and women) of good breeding, or at least quick wit, were naturally more observant, could make something of themselves through their own efforts, and were free to explore thoughts, ideas, lands and cultures with no one bothering them too much beyond possibly trying to kill them for time to time; but usually for economic or personal reasons, which are at least understandable, unlike much of the wokeness of the present day.

So that, is the look I was going for.

And I would say it has stood the test of time.

It is not a design that has “aged out”.

It was intentionally started as something you might expect to find well over one hundred years ago, in a slightly cyberpunkish, Space 1899, Jules Verne and HG Wells novel, sort of way.

The intent here, is that while the tone can range from rough and brusque to rarefied and abstract, the point is freedom to think. Freedom to explore.

And in fact, in writing out this explanation for you, gentle readers and kind supporters of my work (and yes, you too, those who hate-read here in fury, and even you, Dean, 30-year veteran of the NSA/CIA/FBI/Spook outfit that is designated as my personal agent), I am reminded of that original intent as well as the ways I may have strayed from it here and there, as every man will.

At times my tone has been cruder than I prefer, but then, it is a very raw and evil world we inhabit, and I, nor my target audience, is a prude. The odd curse or graphic sentence here and there is not anything I will lose sleep over, but perhaps, I can find a better way to temper my expressions.

I do not know yet if this site will ever reach a large enough readership that it might result in continued patronage of the things I offer and mention here, I hope it does, and soon. But regardless if it ever does or not, I will continue to write here in this spirit; and the changes that might come to this site (other than what Dean and his friends might have in store for us all) will probably be limited to a consolidation, of various concepts or topics. Perhaps an addition of a forum for people to discuss various ideas.

And there is certainly scope for people to contribute.

The SOE side of things has never taken off because the readership I have is small, and we are all increasingly struggling to survive, but the structure for it is all identified and it would be awesome if other natural scientists from around the world took it upon themselves to do experiments, report them back here and get them to be added to the Adventure Science Library, which I have not had a chance to work on and update in years.

Similarly, you might want to actually physically join me in Italy or at least contribute to the efforts of The Kurganate. One man already has bought property near me, another lives here already, and more would come here tomorrow if they had the funds to do so. Some are working towards it.

Or you might just support my efforts by reading my books, or subscribing with a membership to my YouTube channel.

Or… you could simply use the share button at the bottom of each blog post (you need to actually click on the blog post individually for the button to appear at the end of a post, but we are working on it showing even if you are just on the main page) and send whatever post interests you to a friend.

In Conclusion

I know this site is not for everyone.

It was never meant to be.

It was always meant to be for that discerning, objective, rational, curious, adventurous yet scientific type of person. Maybe they all died out in the late 1800s, or maybe I really am from Mars, and was transported here as a very small baby, in a perverse reversal of John Carter’s situation. But whatever the case may be, and as much harder as becoming a Warlord of Terra is, I plan to continue on as a, possibly Martian, erudite polymath, with a large vocabulary, a small to inexistent capacity for suffering fools, and a partiality for rapiers, blades and firearms, exploring ancient ruins, and hunting for cryptids.

As all the best of my kind from 1888 or so did.

The Level of Lies

The more you discover the truth, however partial, about pretty much any event in history, the more you become simultaneously disillusioned with humanity at large as well as astonished at how thoroughly you were fooled by the lies.

Even the best of us bought wholesale into narratives that are not just complete fabrications, but actually the opposite of the truth.

So disorienting are these discoveries that they make you question the very foundation of belief itself. And when you begin to do that, paradoxically, you become more susceptible to other lies.

You discover some aspect of the narrative about physics is quite different than has been presented, along with, for example, the fact that Einstein was a plagiarist, an incestuous sex pervert and that he abandoned his first wife and son to utter misery, and it shakes you. And the subsequent discoveries about the level of deception and lies surrounding the origins of the Apollo program, the fake and impossible images of the Moon landings, and things like what went on in Carlos the Bariloche, or Operation Highjump, or the nuking of Antarctica in the 1950s and before you know it, if you are not mentally strong and careful and intelligent enough to figure things out from baseline principles of irrefutable math and observation, you’re going to find yourself believing absolutely ridiculous nonsense like the Earth being flat, or “postmodernist art” actually being art instead of the CIA funded psyops it has always been.

You realise that 9/11 was not done by a poor bunch of Arabs with boxcutters, and that the USS Liberty was sunk and the servicemen on it strafed by the same people that were dancing on a nearby rooftop while 9/11 was happening, and again, before you know it, you lose the ability to process the world around you objectively. The sense of betrayal or even collapse of a sense of self-assurance and confidence os traumatic, and our response is often an over correction of some kind.

And this is how you fall into yet more lies. More traps, placed there intentionally by those who would very much prefer all of us were kept in absolute ignorance and deception.

The belief you have to trade your very life for the mere ability to continue existing and being able to purchase food and clothing for yourself and your family, often doing things that are unnatural for your body, mind, and spirit, and trading massive amounts of time that should be spent with your family instead, is pervasive.

Mention the very idea that we should be striving NOT to abolish the concept of work itself, but the concept of FIAT money, and 95% people will look at you with glazed eyes if at all. The other 5% will assume you belong in a mental asylum.

And yet, the absolute fact is that fiat money is a complete fraud. An illusion we have all been forced i to accepting as some fundamental fact of life, as of it were as real and solid as the sun, and as real intrinsically as mathematics.

Fiat money is generated out of literally nothing other than the wishes of those who have created the system for it. It can be created out of nothing other than their endless greedy desire for dominion over you, issued to all governments on Earth at face value and at interest. They can bestow infinite quantities of it to those who push and protect their lies and dominating agenda, and removed totally along with imprisonment, death and ruin on those who challenge their rule in any way.

But tell people that Fiat money is a lie, an illusion, and that a different system could be implemented very quickly, if only enough of us took the hour or so it takes to educate yourself at least at a basic level and then organised peacefully to do so, and people will think you are far crazier than those who (with mostly good reasons) believe the moon landings never happened.

And yet, not only is it true, but it occasionally, if briefly, been demonstrated empirically through human history. Briefly because anyone that had any success with it was soon destroyed for it, and his people often along with him.

Bit to know this, you need to learn some of the hidden truths about historical events that have been buried under lies, and levels of lies, of a fantastically spectacular, grandiose, elaborate and interconnected web of deceit.

There are very few places that you can find the truth of things, and even those will tend to also over-emphasise this or that fact, perhaps, and understandably, as reaction to the pervasive lies.

At any rate, here is a very, very, very, short list of things and places you may find some of those hidden truths, with a brief note after each.

Kurgan TV – 155 videos on everything from the face on mars to the lies of history, the trivium, the Catholic Church and other concepts. We will be adding more videos in 2025. Your support on this helps us maintain the site and grow it too.

The Crusades – Iron Men and Saints – Put the lie to the entire narrative of Islam/Catholicism and the Eastern Schismatics, Providing incontestable historical fact to an event that even if almost a thousand years in our past remains absolutely relevant today.

The Face on Mars – To date, I still believe this is probably the single volume that most comprehensibly addresses the entire general lie(s) we all are raised in. Starting with the real origins of Humanity, all the way to the kind of technology being hidden from us, ancient technology that has been suppressed, modern one that is being hidden, the apparent paradoxes between religion and historical facts, astronomical realities of our solar system and so on. I get emails regularly that tell me how a reader’s mind has been cleared of a lot of the fog we are all living in just as the result of reading this one volume.

The Origins of WWII – The Greatest Story Never Told – is a series of short videos that all-together is some 6 hours long, but you can watch it in various little episodes at a time. It may not be representing ALL the facts, but what it does, is certainly present some of the undeniable reasons of why the Second World War Happened, as well as why certain things happened that we are simply NOT told in school at all. Germany didn’t just invade Poland for no reason at all. the Poles had slaughtered 58,000 ethnic Germans before that took place. Di you even know that? Many such pieces of information are presented in this series of short videos that will give a far more balanced perspective than the simplistic and totally absurd one we have all marinated in for almost 80 years of: The Nazis were just the most evil people ever and Adolph Hitler just came to power as the antichrist for no reason at all, and really all Germans are kind of evil anyway.

If you only consume those four things, your total investment is about 60 bucks total for a month (assuming you only get a month long membership to Kurgan TV instead of a yearly one), and reading two books.

The benefit of it is that you will have a MUCH better grasp of how things really work on this planet and it will be a LOT harder to fool you into buying into whatever new lies they will come up with to feed us all.

It certainly is a worthwhile investment when you compare it to the decades that discovering just a fraction of this information in one place usually takes people who are extremely tenacious and curious throughout their life, who get interested in one or two of the topics covered above, never mind several.

So, I hope this helps show you some of the truth behind the lies, and that it helps you free yourself from the worst of them.

The Divinity in the Primitive

Present day “wisdom” which is essentially the fumblings of retards with pretensions of adequacy, has it that the so-called primitive part of us is a brutish thug with little in the way of redeeming qualities.

The truth is quite different.

Aside the fact that the ancient Greeks, Romans, Japanese and so on had advanced functioning cultures, though only the Roman one lasted some 800 years before collapsing, the longest empire beside that of the Catholic Church, which has so far lasted two millennia (and counting, if in a much reduced form), the truth is that they had great thinkers too, the like of which on modern times seems to be lacking.

But I am now referring to an even more ancient aspect of our nature. The one of the time of Cro-Magnum and the Neanderthals. The one of sabre tooth tigers and mammoths, and even older.

The side of us that can kill on a whim, have sex to reproduce as a biological imperative free of any logic or reason.

In its basic form, this aspect of humanity has been painted as the eternal boogy man to hide, destroy and stamp out.

But if you have noticed all the lies you have been told to date, is this any different?

Allow me to pose a few premises or syllogisms for a thought experiment.

1. God is real and good

2. God makes humans

3. The purpose must be good and as such at least some humans or perhaps even some part of all humans, must, necessarily, be good.

In ancient times the instinctive beast-like natures were activated due to being in survival mode. And as such helped propagate such instincts thanks to those who survived.

Time and biology marched on, and people die and people tell that dead person’s story. So over time we got stories of what became heroic personages and by the middle ages, the very concept of courage, honesty, chivalry, justice, and so on were an intrinsic part of the fabric of Christendom. Exemplified by the Catholic West to a quality and quantity never before or since seen.

The point is that in that period, the beast-like nature was tempered and honed into the pinnacle of an instinct that had now been imbibed with Catholic principles of virtue.

One only needs to review the historical record of how the crusaders behaved in 1095 to see that there was a sense of justice, charity, self-sacrifice and devotion that was absolutely real, expected and demonstrated that today is essentially mythology that is not present in any facet of life, but rather in only a few and select individuals that by a mixture of genetics, happenstance, and personal discipline, have moulded themselves into such men.

And they are in almost every way vilified by the modern world and every attempt is made to label them as toxic, violent, aggressive, misogynistic, brutish, troglodytes to be caged.

Almost every instinctual response they may have, including those absolutely forged in divine Justice, is today labelled as somehow scandalously brutal and unacceptable.

While the opposite is the case.

A case in point, not to aggrandise myself, but to elucidate the point from real, lived, experience may better express what I mean in a relatable way.

Ona trip by train in London once, a black man with a bicycle boarded the train and then stood next to a white woman of middle age, who looked like a perfectly normal lady going about her day.

He started swearing at her for no discernible reason. They had not boarded together, she had not spoken to him at all. He started of with comments of the sort:

“Hey bitch, what you gonna do, huh?”

“Bitches like you, I know, you’re a whore. Fucking bitch. I will fuck you.”

He would go quiet for a second or five then start again. The train compartment I was in was full, and I was sitting at the opposite end. I watched this for at least a minute or two, not a soul in that compartment reacted. All in perfect British unison, they seemed to all be deaf-mutes. The lady kept her head slightly bowed looking straight ahead in obvious distress. Having made my calm observations for long enough, I felt first of all disgust at every member of the (supposedly) male species in that whole compartment. Then, pity for the woman, and finally, the slight beginning of anger at the stupid monkey, harassing her. His confidence in his ability to behave that way clearly tied to his belief —probably through experience— that most white people in the UK are afraid to confront a belligerent African.

Having lived 25 years in Africa, I am well aware of the chips on various people’s shoulders. None of which are ever justified. Even when there is a trend. Is there a trend of Afrikaaners thinking badly of Italians? Sure. Of Germans doing it too? Sure. Do I care? No. Never have. Why? Becaise it doesn’t matter at all. It is not my job to know nor care what anyone else thinks about what they assume I am or might be like. The only thing I need to do is act or react as appropriate to any given situation, person or moment in line with MY code of ethics. Mine. Which is absolute and absolutely clear and equal for all people. Even in my unfairness (for example, I will choose my child’s life over the life of ten children I don’t know) I also accept that another person is entitled to the same unfairness if they are in that position.

And MY code of ethics has little to do with the laws of any country on Earth, because my code is primarily if not entirely based on the concept of justice. While all systems of human laws are primarily (at best) based on preserving “social order” which generally also means one set of rules for each strata of society depending on power and money available to them. Justice cares not at all for either aspect.

And that is why I decided there and then to educate the stupid monkey pretending to be a human insofar as such a creature cam be educated. So I shouted:

“Hey!” Which made every sphincter in that compartment suddenly clench.

“You are going to shut the fuck up or I am going to get out of this seat and every fucking bone in your body.” It was said at a volume that no doubt could be heard in the next compartment over too.

And all of a sudden, there was not so much as a paper rustling. Perfect stillness and silence. It’s amazing how the impending prospect of sudden violence makes everyone suddenly focus and be aware. The stillness is calming to me. It is nerve-wracking to most and sends some into an almost hysterical state of silent panic. But for me it is calming, because it is the prelude to finally releasing all the stupid tensions and stresses I have to hold in daily when surrounded by the unconscious. The zombies that go about like the undead. The monkey like this fucker, flinging shit every day of his life simply because mo one ever took the time to break his nose every time he behaved like a monkey instead of a human being.

Eventually he spoke up, only confirming exactly what I had judged him to be.

“Is it because I am black?”

That’s all he had. That was his shield.

“Keep talking and if I get up from this seat by the time I am finished you will also be blue, red and a bit white too if some bones break well enough.”

The train had pulled in to the next station and the African was now rather panicked. His race card had been checked and ignored.

“Well, anyway, you can’t assault me, because there is an undercover police here, and he’ll arrest you.”

At first I thought he was just making it up but I glanced at the man he had indicated and I saw fear and shame in his eyes. The disgust I felt was palpable.

“No. He won’t do anything. And this is the last time I tell you. Speak again and I will get up. And once I am up I will come over there and break every bone you have in you. And I will stop only when I am good and done. Then, after, if I feel like it I might let that faggot cop arrest me. But you won’t know either way. You’re not going to be conscious by then.”

There was silence as the train doors opened.

The African took his bicycle, swung it round and as he quickly exited said:

“Anyway, this is my stop.”

At that point the whole compartment actually burst into laughter. No violence was going to happen, the threat for it had evaporated and the last comment was so fake and ridiculous it just resulted in everyone releasing their tension with laughter.

A stop or two later I reached my destination and I made a point to cross the car and step past the plainclothes cop. Looking him square in the eyes I told him:

“You consider yourself a policeman? You are a disgrace.”

He kept quiet and didn’t respond at all.

The point is that even if I had got up and beat the shit out of that guy with the bicycle, that would have been nothing but good. It would have made him hesitate to ever behave that way again, and that would only be a net good. But in modern society, they want to stop any semblance of justice from happening. In fact, in the UK right now, they want to make injustice the rule. You can kill, rape or do all sorts of things and get away with it, depending on the colour of your skin. And since those reading are almost invariably assuming that my reaction was also based on skin colour, the use of the word “monkey” supposedly proving it in their own (actually racist) minds, they would be at a loss to explain how a very nearly identical scenario I was also involved in involved a small Indian man as the victim and a white, definitely English man as the offensive monkey. In fact there were two such incidents. One in which I actually did have to intervene. So on the race basis I am 2 for 1 against the whites.

Because that’s just how things played out. I also had other situations happen with people with dark skin and people with white skin. But the one thinking about such things is you. Not me. I know you think about them so I point things out here, and yes, there ARE differences in culture, behaviour, religion between different ethnicities. And no, they are not often compatible. But that is not the issue being discussed here.

The issue being discussed here is that thanks to reason, logic, and through it the virtues that Catholicism has stated are virtues, that have since permeated almost all Western society as now being considered generic virtues, it has been possible to tame the beast-nature to have a divinely tinged response.

I am not certain if such a quality can be purely trained or taught. I feel a component of it is almost certainly genetic. Logic dictates this is most likely the case, although, of course, proper understanding of the faith, training, learning mental and emotional discipline, and a strong desire to become a certain way, all help in making this way of being a reality.

The point is that it has been shown historically through the ages to be a possibility, various societies had warrior castes that achieved a similar level of divinely inspired reactions.

So; if you are that way inclined, begin to explore your own inner world and motives, and see if you can’t learn to lean more towards a more natural, tempered, honest and true aspect of your true nature. And remember that every man is different. My “sliders” (for you Gen Z and younger computer gamers) or “stats” (for pen and paper roleplayers of Gen X) are almost entirely shifter on the character trait: Seeking Justice (stolen from the old and not very successful Role playing hame called DC Heroes, based on the characters from the DC comic books.)

But your own true nature may be to achieve martyrdom, to sacrifice your time and efforts to God or those you love in a spirit of joyous giving.

It may be to seek material success (in which case you netter stay as conscious as possible, since your instinctual nature is probably closer to that of a feral rat).

Nor is the judgment of “society” necessarily any indication of what is good or evil. Especially lately. You are likely to be told that making a large family is “bad” when it has always been a blessing from God until the so-called “modern” age.

They will tell you absurd nonsense such as violence is never the answer, which is a lie so obvious that a child gets it, since the only reason they teach that is so that they have the monopoly on the use of violence.

So use your own mind, your own reason, to evaluate things. Ideally Catholicism first (meaning understanding that today the Vatican is not Catholic but Satanist) and then your own choice of who you are or want to be.

Godspeed to you if you take me up on this.

On days like this…

You just gotta clear out the drains, including the shower one that has been blocked because you have a wife and 4 daughters that have long hair…

At least, thanks to some foresight from the last time, which took 14 hours to clear that drain, I had left the cable with alien intruder looking attachment in the drain, so I linked a small steel cable to it and thanks to the help of 4 of the children, we cleared out the whole drain in about an hour, while their mother and little sister had a well deserved little nap.

Tomorrow I will take the tractor part to get fixed and pray some money falls out of the sky to pay for it, then I will take the chainsaw apart and hope I can figure out how to fix it, because without a chainsaw winter is going to be too cold to deal with.

Life throwing lemons is easy enough to handle. Dog turds a little harder, but until it’s bullets and grenades, it’s all good.

The importance of stretching

My wife noted that as adults when we wake up we are immediately assaulted by worries, concerns of what to do or what we have not done and so on.

And that is the intent, to keep us in a perpetual state of constant mild anxiety.

As a child, the first thing you do when you wake up, is stretch. Animals do it too.

And that is just one aspect in which we have been conditioned —Pavlovian style— to abandon our God-given natural process of maintaining bodily health, and instead take on the self-destructive attitudes, behaviours, modalities, habits and practices that are today considered “normal” or even “necessary”.

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