Site metamorphisis in contemplation

Hey chickies, its time for a change.

I believe, I think, I feel that I have lost many readers and friends with this blog as I have continued to prod and showcase the insanity that is leading us to an inevitable change in our world. I used write, "our uncertain future." I don't think that anything is uncertain now, but we do seem to sit at a Chinese restaurant with the menu of collapse and change from column A through column Z providing a plethora of choices.

Why did I begin this blog? Hubris? Because I think I'm so smart? Probably some of that, hell probably a lot of that. But my initial reason was to wake people up, hoping that each person who woke up to the problems ahead would bring their friends along and we would have pockets of people who were not going to be shocked back hard on their collective ass when Walmart was empty and interstate trucking was irregular, and the party was over, the party of free energy.

More important to me, I wanted to force, yes force, each reluctant, in-denial person into seeing what I see for a moment. Getting it, getting what? Getting that they and their fore bearers have created this horrible mess, that we, each of right now continue to destroy our beautiful planet, plunder resources, pollute what we don't eat or destroy, and over populate out of control until two hundreds species ;er day disappear.

After the WWII, in some towns around the holocaust camps, the allied soldiers made the local towns people - who were also "unaware," and in denial, come and tour the camps. That is what I have tried to make each of you do in your mind, to hold your head and not allow you to turn from it until you would finally scream, yea, we did it, and it is our nature and we will continue to do it until we eat it all and shit it out. I simply wanted you, or those who could, to break from denial, to witness what we have wrought. Since we cannot stop, it is our nature, at least we can shed a tear for what we might have been, here on earth.

To whatever degree I did or didn't accomplish those two goals, I am done with it. Those of you might read this, know what I think and know what I think each of us should do. To those who castigate me for having the arrogance to think I know what they should do, I apologize. For the friends that don't come around, OK, I understand, hell, it's all I talk about and it's depressing, hunh? Wait to you see what comes.

To my family I am sorry that I'm not living inside the bubble with all of you and I do get that you miss me being "normal."

So after the next FBR installment I'll start rearranging things. I'll put all the links to the old blog material on the aftershock site, and I'll put the better links on the right of the blog there too. then I will evaporate the blog, and I'll begin the development of the main www.heirloomseedsource.com. Possibly more people will be interested in how to choose heirloom seeds for their area than in the philosphy of collapse. I'll probably put bunny pictures up somewhere. Certainly in our future the knowledge of gardening without hybrid seeds is going to be more valuable than my observations of the collapse we're in now. Hell, even mainstream media is getting around to mentioning little bits, here and there, once in a while, but always near a column on how the economy and energy supplies and everything is going to improve in 200X.

I wish all of you well, and we all have many sources more eloquent than me to dip into what is happening behind the scenes. I personally have a pretty great life right now, as I'm somewhat more insulated against the changes that come than many. I know to many I have sounded like chicken little saying the sky is falling and from that some of you have deduced that I am a gloomy Gus. Actually I'm happy and laugh and nap and love the sun and walk and see flowers. I love my friends and I enjoy coffee in the morning and the sun on the Dome Rock mountains in Q.

Getting out of the bubble is coming alive and having real conversations and actually listening to people. Why bother? Because I want to remember. We are in freefall right now.I want a mental snapshot of how wonderful individuals often are.

I will miss the release I got from writing out my frustrations here, but it is time for me to concentrate on my own more gentle transition to tomorrow . I am looking forward to a wonderful summer of a big garden, fishing, and continuing talks and emails with friends who are also preparing in their ways for the huge change that is upon us.

Vios con Dios whatever your beliefs.