So Jah seh

...What's wrong with you my brother
So jah seh
Ye are the sheep of my pasture
So verily, thou shall be very well
So jah seh... Bob Marley

It is in keeping with the general Wetiko hallmarks that Rogue Planet Niburu would be the cause of all these recent disasters.  Yeah, right.  This absolves them (they think) of any responsibility for anthropogenic climate change which in turn allows them to pump up the fantasy.  And as long as people believe it, because it is on woo CNN, it must be gospel.  Drop by Dublin Mick's office for some reality.  He's in session at this moment.  If Niburu goes into the archives, all you have to do is click on the previous post arrow.  He makes it all so simple.  Indeed, there are some of us perhaps a little vacant on the Niburu story, as we are on a few other stories, because there is SO much going on in Mother's house lately, it is a little hard to be on top of it all, all the time.  Dubs doesn't seem to miss a trick.

Last night the man on the couch with his feet on what passes here for a coffee table, his rectangular plywood slab on a round wicker base because carousing dogs broke the former top, jumped up to announce "That coward is going to attack Libya!"  He then went back to what I thought was TV watching, but apparently his mind was wrapped around extra external events in that interesting way which later on proves he was solving mysteries with facts.  This is why I've said in the past he's always right.  I know, its not easy when the only other human in the household is always right, however, I've learned to listen, coupling it with my own observations, it looks like we are going to undergo yet another erasure of a functioning society.  You know how it goes by now.  I sped by a headline recently about Gadaffi's coffers emptied by the you-know-whos, I can't verify it with a link, but again, as I said, financial weapons of mass destruction are the first and last resort.  But what do we know really?  If we don't see a Saddam in the spideyhole/headlice exam followed by the noose, how would we know all these guys and their stand-ins are not living it up in Paraguay soaking up the Guarani Aquifer while sitting in a Cialis bathtub on Ecstasy.  Between the very real possibility humanity will vanish from the face of the Earth in a nuclear winter and the prevailing Wetiko paranoid fantasies, anything we might have to say about it is not a consideration.  Somehow, like circus performers learning how to walk the tightrope, we have gradually steeled ourselves knowing anything can happen ... at any time.

I caught Rachel Maddow's interview with Naomi Klein tonight.  You might like to read the transcript which does not yet exist on MSMBC's site.  Here is where it will show up in its own good time.   Naomi really has her act together.  Not a single blank stare or "Um", just straight shooting drawing from her book The Shock Doctrine, the rise of Disaster Capitalism and how disasters are perfect for a Wetiko strike during which everyone in the shock of disaster is already disoriented by what is happening on the ground, thus they are in no shape to grasp the scale of their losses. I'm sure you are familiar with Naomi's works.  Of course there is more to it, the Wetikos are relentlessly busy and they have all sorts of secret compartments in which they labor, all designed to produce the most from the least without the responsibility of having created mass destruction, horrific losses, each event taking us further into that alarming possiblity I mentioned earlier. While we're at it, let me just mention here that as long as they are into farming disasters, just like big ag, there is no stopping the escalation.  This naturally creates a mental chart with a red line going straight through the top where it says Implications of Universal Imbalance.  Well, somehow you could get the idea if they keep it up, even climate chaos pales in comparison.  Certainly, we do not want to let our imaginations get carried away, but you will recall Newton's Law of Motion:  Every action has a reaction. 

First hour on planet Earth

We, meaning us, not them and us, actually have a choice in these areas.  Several.  Ignore it and love your life.   Or, listen with one ear and watch with one eye while loving your life.  The other choice is to succumb to hyper paranoia and make yourself a sandwich board to wear at the main intersection in your locale.  That last one will definitely get you into diversionary hot water or at least squashed by a tea party bus on its way to an Alaskan meet-up.   

Day three on Planet Earth

I chose the second coping strategy.  Scarlett the sheep had her two babies on the morning of March 3rd. It was and is one of the most holy experiences I've ever had just to witness the miracle of something old ranch hands with huge corrals of livestock probably take for granted.  It seems that Scarlett is a most fortunate ewe in that she was not just one of thousands, but surrounded by great love and joy.  We expect Bella to repeat the holiness next week, hopefully producing two lambs because three means you have to feed the third.  Ewes have only two nipples.  I have been spending time holding the lambs which puts real truth to the phrase "gentle as a lamb".  Over the past few days, they have grown thicker coats and are up wandering around testing the limits of their pen which is growing larger everytime I visit.  There are a lot of things to watch for out here, coyotes and the occasional mountain lion, however, every precaution and protection has been taken and predators don't really want to take on Dad, Amos the Ram, who is a sweetheart underneath his unsheared wool.  Stella the Mustang miscarried two days earlier and could see everything going on over at the Sheeps' mansion, so I spent extra time with her and gathered huge bags of grass as a diversion from her loss.  I've been talking her through it, we all know its best to honestly address another's sorrow, especially those among us who can't speak for themselves, still she made herself clear that nothing will be exactly back together until she has a foal of her own.  This will happen, but not this year. Horses are in gestation for eleven months. 

Meanwhile. I'd like to express gratitude to the people who continued commenting during my sabbatical in ag science.  I used to feel a self-imposed pressure if something new didn't make it to eblogger at least every week, but no more, thanks to chickory who once said the time inbetween posts doesn't matter and to Scrap Wood who gave me permission to quit blogging altogether.  There are many other things out there calling us and we should take advantage of those most promising spiritual growth however possible, although sometimes we don't know what surprises we shall meet, whatever they may turn out to be, the opportunity to create spritual growth exists everywhere.  When you find yourself stacking logs you are participating in the real history of humanity, most of all you are joyously weaving yourself into stewardship of God's intent.

How do I know God's intent, I don't, I wouldn't begin to presume, but everyday we are made more aware of what was not intended.