Goings on in Green Acres Village and Beyond — AND WITHIN!

July 20, 2026

Took an early morning 4-mile walk with Scampi on yesterday’s soon-to-be-sweltering day and came upon Elisha and Mere, out on the corner, weeding peppers. Asked the names of the peppers. I took a photo of each one as Elisha pointed them out, giving a short description of each. Then asked her to email me the same, because I would forget by the time I got home. So she did.

And this morning, I found time to put them all, plus others, into my usual weekly blogpost for greenacresvillage.org.

Sunday Work Party, 7/19/26: PEPPERS! Plus, Hold one’s nose, when opening door to DARK ROOM . . .

 

Should have said “store room,” not “dark room.” Oh well!

Meanwhile, my intrepid 60-year-old son Colin Cudmore, who has been paralyzed from the waist down and with more or less extreme peripheral neuropathy 24/7 for nearly 3 years, is now very excited. His older brother Sean recently ordered him a particular red light therapy apparatus (the one referred to in a post by Redacted), though it is not expected to arrive for three to six weeks. But:  one of the packages came today! We’re hoping the other is on its way too.

I just went next door to take a picture of it. Redlife is the name. I know it’s the most expensive brand, so it’s likely the one Sean bought for his brother.

I told Colin I would be down to his apartment to use it as well! He loves the idea. Who knows, maybe there will be an entire parade of folks who regularly traipse down to Colin’s apartment for red light therapy! He, ever the Aquarian extravert, loves the idea.

As soon as the other package arrives we’ll take them to him so he can begin to undergo cellular repair. Maybe the other one will even come during time Sean is here for his regular biannual visit, to arrive from Colorado this Wednesday for one week.

Colin said to me today that he dreamed last night of being able to walk again . . .

Frankly, I would not be surprised.

It may be that this three year saga will become just a blip in Colin’s life story. A huge blip, of course, in which he has had to learn to make moment by moment peace with either death or purgatory while alive, over and over and over again, and did so. (BTW: Colin happens to have perhaps the most difficult astrological chart I’ve ever seen . . .)

Meanwhile, I’m noticing in myself, the same thing I’ve noticed all my life: how I project onto others what’s actually going on inside me. Judge them internally, for it, unmercifully. While never saying a thing, of course. I’m a good girl. And noticing once again, how these judgments are, each time I take one back, actually obvious qualities within myself.

Each time, of course, the lesson is to accept and integrate the insight offered by the projection, and in fact to feel utterly grateful for it. How else am I to learn the intricacies of my own stubborn shadow?

I’m convinced that the main reason we incarnate in bodies is to learn about ourselves through relationships with others.

 

WELCOME TO ABSURDISTAN digs into recent history of election fraud

July 18, 2026

I took another look at the post I published yesterday, thinking I was very “loopy” when I wrote it . . . And yes, I was! Mea culpa.

Meanwhile, there was one source I tried, and failed, desperately and repeatedly, to remember. Then voila! This morning, a new substack via email from longtime investigative journalist Elizabeth Nickson. Her substack, Welcome to Absurdistan, may well be at the very top of my current list of sources.

Her magnificent new offering, a long long piece, I presume written in response to Trump’s speech, includes at least a dozen references to both pieces she’s written about election fraud since 2022, plus videos and reposts from others, including her heroes, for example, Scott Pressler, Tina Peters, Naomi Wolf, and Seth Kessler.

Thunder and Lightning in Election Fraud Land

Hope to pursue it later today.

 

 

This morning, I google searched “trump speech election fraud” basically, just trying to remember exactly when he gave it. Aha, only two evenings ago, on July 16! But that search led to an extraordinary number of videos and commentaries on how Trump was lying, or exaggerating, or didn’t know what he was talking about, etc. Of course to be expected from the mainstream “press,” which is, as he let us know in no uncertain terms early on, FAKE NEWS. In this assessment he was echoing very recently suddenly deceased independent investigative reporter Jon Rappoport’s nomorefakenews.com, which Rappoport put online in 2001!

 

I remember back in 2020, stunned by the election results. Totally stunned. No way that could be real. I remember posting this image several times, not so much furious as heartbroken, desolate.

The idea that senile idiot Biden could have actually won the presidential election just seemed impossible! In one swell swoop, whatever remained of belief in the so called American system of government, with free and fair elections every four years, plummeted to hell.

As the years trickled by, and Biden’s (or his clone’s or his doubles’) senile stupidity became more and more evident, his blank look mouthing and slurring words on the teleprompter, stumbling, forgetting how to leave the stage, being “handled”  — by whom? Likely Obama, I thought. Or, deeper: the technocratic machine that includes Obama as point man.

Or, I should say, Biden was a manchurian candidate (so obviously senile he didn’t even need to be MKUltra mind controlled), and I did wonder, given my tendency to multi-level conspiratorial thinking, if there might have been a larger purpose behind placing this all too obvious buffoon in the exalted office of the “President of the United States.”

Geez, I remember a time when, though Independent, having leaned Democratic my entire voting life, I was actually swayed by Obama, in 2008, his Hope and Change mantra; that nonsense didn’t last long, But the Biden nonsense? that was front and center obvious from the get go.

So it’s no wonder that those of us who were not TDSers, but instead, realized that if the Deep State (a term that has come into common parlance over the last what, decade or so?) hates him so virulently, he must be doing something right. That their rabid vitriol was a measure of his unflappable courage, and unbreakable determination to undue what has been done to us over who knows how many (s)election cycles?