If you're going to preach dedication, work ethic, teamwork, unselfishness, and being part of a team to accomplish a common goal, you have to live it - you can't just talk about it.
— Chris Mullin
You may or may not have noticed, I vanished from Substack recently.
For context, I moved 2,500 km two timezones westward, and despite being under the same national flag, this province feels like a completely different country. On one hand this is nice, barely any traffic, beautiful scenery, and the general prices are about the same from before. The downsides? The insurance is bizarrely overpriced, and changing over vehicles and licenses is a nightmare, at best.
But it’s still worth it, because those are short term problems.
Where we lived before, the brooding totalitarian future hung over us like a dark sunset. Yes, moving here is not an escape, because that ancient looming horror can’t be avoided, but we’re far enough away from rat utopia, deep in the forgotten parts of the country side, to get out of the way of the mentally unstable populations. In the last few years, lines were crossed that I never thought possible. I witnessed colleagues, family members and friends cower at the medical terror perpetuated by a state using its media and corporate influence. Never before have I been scared to live in Canada.
Out here some 2,500 km away, the general mindset is more liberty and freedom oriented, which gives me a glimmer of hope in these big skies. It’s not perfect, but it doesn’t have to be, and I want to hold as much responsibility for our well being as possible. I remember very clearly what happened to the systems and people I relied on before 2020 was imposed on us.
The first step of independence is to remove dependency.
I understand not everyone will agree with my outlook, plans or solutions, but this is just my story, and I recognize most people have no interesting in living like this.
In regards to my new pad, I know what you may be thinking.
Is it haunted?
Well, I don’t think it’s completely haunted.
Supposedly, this use to be a farm for silver fox, but there are old posts for cattle and electrical wiring for grain bins. It’s best described as a generational small farm that was let go with significant portions reclaimed by nature. So, not fully haunted. In regards to silver fox production, there are a few hundred cages out back experiencing various degrees of fester and rot that need cleaning up.
There also appears to be the odd “biological souvenir.”
If I ever decide to become a skinwalker, I now have everything needed to get started, including a Gremlin Cat and his associates.
So again you may be asking, why such a drastic move? Yes, 2020+ was/is bad. Yes, the masses scapegoated a large portion of the population out of fear, and turned us into outcasts. Yes, we lost our jobs and careers. Yes, government officials used inflammatory language and implemented tyrannical policies. Does that really justify such a drastic life change?
Even though that chapter has closed, Hell is still on hold.
Nobody knows until everybody knows, but by then it's too late.
— Gregory Mannarino
To be honest, I’m exhausted breathlessly trying to explain myself to others.
The alarm has been raised for some time, and it keeps getting louder.
There’s lots of different ways to look at “the problem” and its symptoms, which — yes — is interesting to talk about, but at some point we need to take individual action by assuming responsibility for our lives and our family’s well being.
I can’t control what others think or do, nor do I have any interest in such silliness.
The saviour complex only exists when people desire to be saved. If you think people lost their marbles with COVID, wait until the purchasing power of the currency vanishes, bank access is restricted, or transactions are digitally monitored, rationed and controlled. The world is not ruled by money, but rather by the mind, where money is just one of many powerful control methods, next to fear. The false gods are ideas we clutch onto within our temple and place above reality, but myself — I prefer reality.
I went through a “mini-reset” coming here.
Twelve hour drives four days straight, living out of a bag, I slept on the floor once face first, no internet (I’m still whittling down 500+ emails, and a stack of stacks to read), no access to the majority of my personal belongings, etc. If we had no ability to transact for food, water or shelter, it’d be bad. As unpleasant as that was, it made me realize how unprepared I am for any real economic collapse. I’ve never been more happy to have a pitch fork and flat shovel, because using the wrong tool, or not having any tool you need, is awful. I still can’t believe how much I take for granted.
I don’t think it’s possible to ever fully prepare, but I can do my best and be thankful for what I have. My plan is very simple. Take care of myself. Once I got that down, take care of my immediate family, and when that’s all good, I can step it up and extend my arms as far as I can reach. It won’t make me a millionaire, or famous, but I’m fine with that, because those ideas are just fantasies sold to mass marionette minds, and I never made a good doll. Don’t have the hips for it.
I’m more than satisfied with my chickens, cabbage and cats.
One of my first leisurely activities was to setup a large compost pile. While it may seem lame, composting is actually a rather fun and fulfilling process. To setup a single 100 row foot bed (i.e., 2.5 feet wide, which is the market gardening standard), the recommendation is 4 inches of surface compost, which equates to 3 yards. Annual amendments recommend 2 inches of surface compost, which is about 1.5 yards. A 4 foot by 4 foot by 4 foot pallet pile should stack about 2.37 yards (4’x4’x4’ / 27’yard⁻¹), which should reduce 40% by volume to yield about 1.42 yards when the compost is in its second mesophilic stage and cured.
This pile will help me setup a small plot, but is no where near enough in total.
I used long grass cut with a mower, long grass cut with a scythe along with kitchen scraps and a quick JADAM mixture. So far I got the pile to reach around 43℃, but I may have to introduce a manure slurry, and aerate a few times per week before I reach the thermophilic temperatures needed to sterilize all the weed seeds.
This mixture is not ideal, because most of the material contains weed seeds. Effectively, this is aerobic fermented hay, which is similar to silage, but with oxygen, more moisture and added microbial material. I’m experimenting with a small plot of sod manually removed, which I covered with this chopped hay material. I need to run as many tests as early as possible to determine the most effective scheme for this area.
Unfortunately, no-dig1 methods are not practical to setup large scale gardens without significant resources. I would need hundreds of yards of compost and a large sun block (e.g., a few silage tarps) to implement a no-dig operation from the outset.
While I intend to use most no-dig methods during operation, establishing it on scale does require a till to mechanically break the sod, because doing it by hand is not feasible unless implemented over a long period, but this is consistent with most no-till farm2 practices that establish new beds. Also, 4 inches is a lot of top dressing, so I’m experimenting with a compromise of a shallow till, immature compost / fermented mulch, a fertilizer feeding and 2 inches of finished compost. 2 inches of finished compost would be added annually, and broad forking done where appropriate or plots rotated with an aerating root crop. That’s the plan, at least for now.
Normally, no-till operations don’t require a tractor, but it may be necessary for the initial till that breaks the sod, to mow and sweep large areas of grass for compost material, a bucket to turn and aerate compost, a backhoe to dig swales, and a wood chipper / shredder that runs off the power takeoff for mulch / compost feed. After experimenting with manual labour for the past few weeks, using a crappy old shovel and a tarp to move material, that kind of equipment is necessary for scale.
No-till in the long run saves on labour, but the setup requires a lot of work.
But a top-heavy bureaucracy haunts us wherever we go. I still have to confer with the Chief Operating Officer, The Black Cat, coordinate with the Principal Administrative Consultant, The Peanut Butter Princess, and follow up with the Senior Technical Advisor, Jessica McCluck. The paper work and regulatory capture is sickening.
In time, I may be able to support a security program that effectively manages the Gremlin Cat, and his pursuits of horror, terror, and other skinwalker-like activities, but for now he’s permitted to lurk at will during the night. However, I suspect he may be at the root of the climate crisis and totalitarian exploits, but only time will tell.
Wouldn’t surprise me if he’s a Gremlin leader, like Janet Yellen.
The time for action is now, as is the time to face our own inner darkness.
Everyone has a different path, because the hero’s journey calls us to find a way through the supernatural forest and confront our shadows, which I seem to have taken literally. My plan of action requires time served in The Deadwood Pasture, carefully monitoring the bush line, as I labour towards a homesteading future of self-reliance.
It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching.
— Francis of Assisi
If I have to select horror, I’ll do so on my terms far away from the rat utopia filled the masses drunk on the poison of their false idols.
Does the darkness of the black sun ever get to me?
Angels belong in Hell, because that’s where they’re needed the most. I’m no angel, but I’m sure there’s a few around who can spare a light, and have, because if all I saw was black I wouldn’t be writing this and I wouldn’t be where I am right now, which I hope is where I’m needed the most.
Consecutive and improbable coincidences are difficult to reason against.
I have lots of exciting permaculture, regenerative agriculture and gardening plans ahead. Stay tuned for tales of success and disastrous failure, because practising what you preach requires hard lessons from reality, which is never short on tough love.
Wish me luck as I dig deeper into the wilderness, and get back to the basics.
No-dig gardening methods consists of applying large amounts of fermented organic matter on top of soil, and relies on natural biological systems to assist with fertility.
No-till farming is an agricultural technique that minimizes soil disturbance caused by tillage, but may rely on some till methods in particular circumstances.
Congratulations on your move. Your black cat is just like our Luna! If you have dairymen for neighbours you can trade help with tires at silage making for heavy silage plastic and probably some tractor time.
"The saviour complex only exists when people desire to be saved."
And then, when we make ourselves our own saviors, it gets even worse.
The Savior who calls Himself THE Way, THE Truth and THE Life exists (and reigns) wherever He pleases, which is, well, kinda everywhere and always, even among those who refuse to acknowledge Him.