Fauci

Given that the fear porn that drove the “pandemic” is now being exposed on many levels and by many sources as a tissue of lies, not to mention the many multiply-vaxxed folks that “get covid” or “adverse events” and are thus beginning to question the entire “narrative,” there’s a part of me that wonders whether Anthony Fauci is now being set up as the fall guy for what Paul Kingsnorth called, in yesterday’s post, “The Machine.”

 Watching Rand Paul go after him yesterday in yet another Senate confrontation, I once again decided to look at his astro chart, or at least what we know of it (birthtime unknown, so it’s set for 0° Aries).

https://annkreilkamp.net2021/10/06/astrology-of-anthony-fauci-plus-family-crest-and-lineage/

Reading that post through, I see that I fell for what especially Charles Eisenstein warned against in yesterday’s video: morphing into the mirror image of what I despise. My desire to see Fauci, not just jailed, but hung or otherwise exterminated, though understandable, given his 40 year career in directing and funding illnesses and drugs that kill, is not what would stop the monster. The monster is not Fauci, but The Machine itself, as Kingsnorth especially stressed in yesterday’s video. Fauci is but a useful tool, an oily, wily, and very effective “spokesperson” for this latest turn of The Machine’s screw to lock us all down and reconfigure us into transhumanist robots, mere “parts” in the coming global machine.

Farming

Fortunately, I don’t spend all my time pondering this paranoid? realistic? imagined future. No. Much of the time, I’m HERE, NOW on this good Earth, with others who also care for Her and seek to exchange nourishment with Her. And if my paranoid? realistic? thoughts go on and on, so do the daily, weekly, monthly tasks, the rituals that attend growing food in harmony with the land. And when I attend to these tasks, I come back home, where I belong.

This morning, our bi-weekly two-hour work party had the four of us who are currently present —Joseph in orange cap, Daniel, a new Green Acres Permaculture Village podmate (and seasoned permaculturist), Marita and I — engaged in the annual winter task of cleaning, sharpening, and oiling tools — but not until Marita had warmed up the greenhouse, several hours earlier. (Thank you Marita!) A FUN morning. And productive.

Next up: checking supplies for starting seeds, in time for the end of January, when we start tomatoes and peppers. Since we used so many beds last year for tomatoes (and they are heavy feeders, you don’t want to put them in same beds twice), I’m going to ask our next door neighbor if we can borrow their former, now unused, garden bed, in exchange for some of our produce. Given our wonderful gift exchanges over the years, I can’t imagine them saying no.

The Gift Economy (subject of the book, Sacred Economics, by Charles Eisenstein) is subtly flowing up up from below, practiced in traditional villages, in families (both blood related and of the heart), plus here and there in neighborhoods, small towns, tiny sections of cities, and within tiny intentional communities like ours. Like little lotus blossoms, we are together arising from the AI data-driven gunk of The Machine; and we are not just seeking, but putting into practice, what Eisenstein calls, rightly, The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible.