Let Us Manifest Our Shared Bounty!

June 2, 2025

Our Green Acres Permaculture Village garden this year is stupendous! Massive amounts of many different veggies. Never has it been this productive. Two shots from two days ago:

Every little space inside this enclosure (newly built higher to keep deer out) has been turned into a fertile garden plot. So much food that we’re getting ready to have a farm stand where we give our surplus to those who walk by.

And BTW: all this with only one two- to three-hour work party each week. Several neighbors are beginning to join in.

Indeed, I’d say that this year, our garden is The Attractor. I’ve signed up at least ten more people to the green acres list, and I do hope some of them will also begin participating in our twice-monthly Thursday dinners.

Meanwhile, once again, I wonder:

Seems obvious, does it not?

The point is, at least for me, rather than paying so much attention to terrible things going on in the world, pay attention to right here, right now, local local local!

Let us spend our precious time bringing the new world into manifestation, and let us introduce this new world — of local food! — of sharing the bounty! — to our children, that they may pass it on to their children’s children.

It’s never too late to begin.

Where the River Meets the Sea

May 29, 2025

So, yesterday, I posted the entire 217 combined pdf of my Alt-Epistemology collection, knowing full well that nobody, but nobody, will read it. The purpose of the post: to show I’m serious about “alt-epistemology”! That’s it!

Today I’ll post one of the items in the collection, this one with only four essays, 38 pages total; maybe some of you will want to at least begin to read it!

My Life as an Alt-Epistemologist

In other words, don’t start with the ocean, Ann. Start with a little river pouring into it!

On my walk with puppy Scampi this morning, up in the hills surrounding nearby Griffy Lake and the swollen little rain-soaked river leading to that tiny inland sea, I noticed that the sky was, as usual, chemtrailed. No surprise. The chemtrails were, however, I think, joined by/interspersed with “regular” fog.

Here we are on planet Earth. I should say, “still here!” No matter how “they” try to kill us all.

Welcome to Griffy, fellow humans! And our dogs, many of whom we met, with their humans, on our glorious morning hike.