On a downtown street yesterday evening, on my way to the Brownstone Institute Midwest Supper Club held here in Bloomington, once again very much looking forward to the fourth monthly Supper Club, in a room with open-minded people all of whom easily speak our minds . . .
https://brownstone.org/event/brownstone-midwest-supper-club-april-14-with-dr-steven-templeton/
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. . . when I saw coming towards me, a couple whom I have not been in touch with for years, though the husband holds a public position in town, and his wife is, to me, an unusual, right-thinking professor. I, in my role as founder of our tiny (three homes plus gardens) Green Acres Village within the larger Green Acres Neighborhood, have, on a number of occasions, had the help of each of them in their different roles, but not recently.
We looked at each other on approach . . .
“Ann!”
“Dave!”
Immediately a huge hug. Then, looking at his wife, and only then remembering her role with us, another huge hug!
This couple is on board with our vision for transforming suburbs into retrofit intentional communities.
Our little village offers a tiny, in-town Bloomington template for this:
Plus, given the state of education in this country — Bloomington public schools are are undergoing falling student enrollment, with alternative schools increasing enrollment. And no wonder:
We ended up talking with great intensity for probably ten minutes. Starting with “Trump.” Trump! The very act of uttering that despised name in this TDS academic town! It turns out that all three of us are in full appreciation of Trump’s efforts as president this time, despite all the parades and protests of others around here. Next, Dave wanted to segue to “UAP.” Are they real? he asks, knowing I’ve been pursuing this rabbit hole for many years. “Yes, but people the government wants you to pay attention to, like Luis Elizondo, are not the ones to pay attention to! He’s CIA!”
“Aha, I thought so. Somebody said to me the other day that whoever the government points you to is not to be trusted.” YES!
On and on we went, reveling in our deepened camaraderie. “I used to be a Democrat!” I exclaimed at one point! “Me too,” both of them cried out. Dave: “The Democrat party left me!” Exactly.
So I told them where I was going. To a dinner, talk and discussion where everybody speaks their truth, with no censorship. They had already eaten, or I sense they would have turned around and started walking with me. I will send them info today about the Brownstone Institute and when the next Midwest Supper Club will be held.
As we parted, after another big hug, Dave burst out: “So wonderful meeting you like this so unexpectedly. Feels auspicious!”
YES!
It’s so interesting, living in a town where you’re always censoring yourself in public; mostly without even consciously realizing it! But then when you do rip off the mask, there’s true exhilaration.
