Fine tuning uncharted territory

I just had a synchronicity seeing the image of a swirling toilet bowl on the TV screen while thinking about Visible's post, Down the cosmic toilet bowl into the fires of hell. Synchronicity noted, we can certainly understand and share his sentiments. Its a crazy world getting crazier. We used to think there would be an end to it, at some point, few realized what a long slough it would turn out to be. Once you get the hang of observing, there is no end to the in-sanity.

For example, Dadnerd recently stated "... The ego wants, it desires, it is all about itself. ... It is an illusion." Thinking about that will direct you to the mystery chapter concerning a branch of medicine known as shrinking. You can see where this leads. It leads me right back to Joe Bageant's Escape from the Zombie Food Court. And more, right into Charles Eisenstein's Gathering of the Tribe who volunteered to solve the problems on Planet Earth. It leads to factual derealization (see Charles Hugh Smith's definition over there in the right column.) and empowers a phony representative self who leads you around on a choke collar. From Freud to green shoots to the Tuskeegee Experiment to the sandwich bagging of sample-sized shampoo, we were stuck in thought cages manipulating our breathing space.

If 911 never happened, how much longer would it have taken to reach an apocalypse, the unveiling? Where would we be now? All of our representative selves would be telling our egos we were missing a few screws. The derealization we experienced would have worked its evil and we'd be hoarders, living behind walls, broken appliances, engine blocks, maybe a school bus or two strewn around the place, swimming pool drained to a fishpond and penniless anyway since the debt meter is still running no matter what we do. No matter what they do. Shotgun marriages just don't work. Nothing works but love. The answer to everything, always, it never fails, does it? Love is all there is. Love is the beginning and the end of everything, you either get it completely or you utterly, spectacularly fail to see it.

On other planets there are love people, I am sure of this. Or maybe the Love Planet is in the Human Realm and we will be among our kind for thirty thousand years.

This program we've been subject to is a conundrum in that it distorts into multiples of fakery as it descends. A millenniums-long mass punking. There is no humor in it. Its too gory. There are no holds barred in the depravity of the program designers. You can actually watch its descent taking place as it accelerates down the charts or up the charts depending on what you're watching. Depression level - high, going higher. Retail sales - low, going lower.

There are only two ways to survive it. Ignore it and trudge onward in spite of it, ignorance is bliss, a limited plan, but available for survival through sheer happenstance. Or, the direct route, move into Plan B immediately. Everybody not ignoring the situation does not have the same Plan B, but we all make adjustments as required to insure our own Plan B's viability.

Last year I wrote we were surviving the brutal winters using only our fireplace for warmth. Despite having deleted my archives documenting why it was we chose this route, its worked out well and taught us the hard work of firewood collection is always going to be a year round activity. If you've never tried it, you wouldn't realize how quickly your stash is depleted. To be any good at at, you'll need fifty to one hundred times the firewood you'd imagine. As we move along with Plan B, what we've learned about wood banking parallels the quantitative need in storable foods. Never mind that clothing is the last on the list. You're going to be getting down and dirty, so threadbare tees and jeans with holes are the fashion of choice, if you have any choice at all. Eventually, your only concern will be surviving the elements.

Most of you reading this might find these words amusing while you are sitting in front of your freestanding, slim, liquid crystal display, feet on desk, cellphone earpiece active, secure in the knowledge the propane delivery truck is pulling into your home's drivway at this very hour. Okay, how long do you think that will last? Your tank probably holds a one month supply. And then what? How is your state doing? Your nation? Your community, you? Did the military industrial complex secure Iraq's vast oil fields?

I'm not going to attempt to convince anyone of anything here. People always have to find out the hard way anyway. That's the worst way to go about survival which we all know is about being prepared. The only edge I have over my species going through the crash is I crashed earlier and have some experience with how it works. First of all, you have to do all of the work by yourself if you ever want anything to work again. Its helpful to retain your sense of humor. And just like the woodpile, in order to work smoothly, it requires more humility than you knew you had. That's not groveling I'm talking about, its gratitude for having the experiences you always knew were most important, experiences that the crazy world of the Illusion denies us until it can no longer be denied.

The crash is actually a paradigm shift. Let me clear up another generally misinterpreted detail, the Illusion is not necessarily the government either, or the educational system, it is much more preponderant that a single entity, it is social mores founded in religious beliefs approved by the government and their educative counterparts, all of which is bullhorned by every media venue every second of every single day and night. The ads are generic images of the system idealized. It was never possible to emulate it in the capacity it was thrust upon the human element. The Illusion is still here, still bullhorning, but bullhorning into an empty choir loft. We hear they won't be able to keep this up more than a month or two, by fall the underground forecast is guaranteeing "bigger and worse" than the bigger and worse we've already seen.

We become inured. I'd almost go over to the other side of ignorance and bliss if I had the money to do it. As it is, having been driven by increments into destitution accompanied by the occasional displacement, I figured out the larger patterns mostly on my own by osmosis. The rest came in leaps and chunks of brilliance from like minded others, none comes from those caught up in the program that don't realize they are in a program. I have much compassion for this group, all of the suffering and confusion awaits them. I've seen some comments around today that spell doom for this crowd, deeply possession-oriented, convinced in their inviolate correctness. You can tell them nothing. They've invested everything, they have their ears locked on the bullhorns. Their actions are unhelpful to everyone else. They prolong the inevitable, worsening the crises by emulating the loudest bullhorns as less effectual, regional bullhorns, always introducing more delusions further inflating the Illusion.

Try not to get caught up in them. They never come right out and say what you are doing is wrong, instead they work behind you making regulations to prevent your success and harp on the negatives in your Plan B. By standing there in front of you in the very image of fascism idealized, your dirty work boots are a shabby representation of your total self in their eyes.

When this happens, muster up that sense of humor in the nonsense of the moment, recall your humility, be compassionate. Be strong. Come this fall, they will likely be singing the blues desperate to know how your survival is possible. You should show them then what real living is all about and be kind about it. That is the biggest lesson I learned along those weary roads, kindness is the key and love is the door.

Rules for getting along in the New World post crash:
1. Accept the reality of what is.
2. Do no harm.
3. Maintain your physical and your mental health.
4. Remove yourself immediately from the potential for damage.
5. Keep your higher self out front and available at all times, eradicate any vestige of a representative self so that all your thoughts, words and deeds are united.
6. Flow with nature.
7. Replace regret with heal, help and repair. Our language is as much at fault for our programming as the program itself.
8. Embrace the fire of transformation with trust and awe.

The rules are in random order and all have the same priority. Staying focused and open minded is important too, but easily twisted since these terms are flexible depending on who uses them.