Getting My House In Order
Because the house that is America and the world is in a state of collapse
I am almost officially moved in with my parents in my hometown in the house I grew up in. I have a job interview Monday, working with veterans helping them do paperwork and making sure they get to appointments on time and home again. Part time work that pays less than the equivalent of what I was paid pushing carts for Sams Club in 1991, but I don’t have much in the way of liabilities, living with my parents, so $15/hr part time is more money than I was saving in Minneapolis, owning a house.
I could get a job with a local contractor as a crew lead, or just a builder/remodeler, but if this is the end of American sovereignty and capitalism as we have known it I’m not much interested in working 40-50 hrs a week wearing myself out making somebody else temporarily wealthy.
I’ve also been researching independent book publishers, as my novel is just about ready to shop around. One of my favorite writers John Michael Greer published two posts recently about the publishing industry, giving me confidence that there must be at least one small publisher in this country (or the UK) who would take a chance on a mostly unknown like me.
I’ve been looking for a cheap guitar too, as I have set an intention to learn three songs I can play and sing by this time next year. If magic is the art of changing consciousness at will, then I have just decided after a life telling myself that I am not a musician that I am perfectly capable of learning how to play a guitar. I have no problem dancing or singing in tune, in fact I am quite good at it. I am thinking about it like remodeling a house, I learned how to do that step by step. I think I can learn how to play a guitar that way too. Ultimately I want to be good enough to be able to play with other musicians in front of people. Another skill like building and gardening, for dealing with troubling times.
I’ve also cut back alcohol and tobacco to next to nothing. If I drink I will want to smoke and I don’t want to smoke so I I don’t drink. I puff maybe once a day, before I go hiking for a couple of miles through the local State Park with my dog. It is especially nice in the Park lately, as winter has settled in, no one else is there and I am free to work on breath control singing as loud as I can as I hike. Dancing too. Sprinting up hills, running up and down hills backward (good for the knees), though I am doing less running as there is now six inches of snow on the ground. Do I look like a madman singing and dancing and running backwards in the woods, if no one is there (but me) to see it?
I found some old snow shoes in an antique shop, in excellent shape, for less money than I would pay for fancy new ones.
I’ve started every paragraph in this post with I. I might keep doing it. Maybe I am more comfortable right now just talking about me and my life, instead of the fact that elections in America are now clearly, fundamentally rigged, that the G-20 overlords have decreed that vaccine passes will post-haste be instituted for International travel as a precursor to national and local travel restrictions. Little by little fiat currency is being debased as a precursor to digital currencies and the loss of freedom to do anything at all that is not acceptable to international technocrats and their overlords. If you don’t see the recent decision by Attorney General Merrick Garland to unleash a special prosecutor on Trump two days after Trump announced he was running for President again, as another volley in an ongoing civil war, I’m not sure what to tell you. There are plenty of writers on substack ranting about the quickening madness, you don’t need me to do that (all the time) too.
I’m more engaged right now in keeping things civil here with my aging parents, who have their ways and expectations. I shovel snow (every day lately) without being told, I do dishes sometimes without being prompted, I make dinner sometimes, I listen to my dad patiently as he complains about the madness of liberals and my evangelical mother. I do what I say I am going to do when I say I am going to do it, like processing the deer I shot and the one given to my father, sooner than I wanted to, over two days just before the temperature dropped and they would have otherwise frozen solid (there will be a deer hunting III post but it is not finished yet). I try not to be too radical, talking to my dad about politics, as he is an old school conservative and I am, me. He like most people is only capable of processing so much at any one time. He tends to believe in the conservatives who run this country, while I am more like, clearly they are too in-the-bag to talk about or do anything real. My mother has actually been quite pleasant, keeping a lid on her radical evangelicalism, just happy to have me around to help her hang Christmas decorations, etc. I will be attending church with her this coming Tuesday night, with the local radical pastor that all the other pastors in town have distanced themselves from. I am curious what passes for a radical in this white bread town. I think he might have been the only pastor locally who took a vocal, serious stand against jabs and lock downs.
I pulled some cards after I shot that deer. I hadn’t pulled cards in a long time, as I had been reluctant too, every time I have pulled cards lately they have all been inverted. I just asked for some general guidance.
That first card suggests I am in balance, but there is a sadness in it. For those who have been following along, that second card came up in my post, Magic II, in reference to the challenge we all have coming, together as a nation and a people, against the elitist forces aligning against humanity medically in particular. That this card is inverted in this case suggests to me that whatever I am doing, it is not about bringing people from both sides together to fight against those who rule over all of us, and that last card is saying clearly that path, not uniting the sides ends in tears, everything spilled out and undone.
That’s when I realized I need to worry less about the world and more about getting my shit together, about getting my house in order. My house, the life that was contained in my house in the city in the form of things, is still scattered about in containers, in various places - my cross country skis are somehow still in my sister’s garage in Minneapolis. I need to figure out what I am doing, settle into this new life and get clear about it.
I don’t actually think the G-20, the WEF, the WHO, the UN etc are going to be successful in their plans for radically restructuring the global economy by 2030, not in the way they imagine. I think they underestimate the will of people to be free. I think the more they attempt to lock us down and control us, the more people will fight being controlled. The challenge we have as Americans is getting our house in order, to be a bulwark for humanity, against the internationalist forces that wish to control the entire planet. I think modernism as we have known it is in a state of collapse and the attempts by our elite to control the world is just desperation trying to consolidate power over what cannot be held together.
So in a sense I am getting my house in order so I can help my fellow Americans get our house in order. I have a good idea what getting my house in order looks like, I’m still figuring out how to help my fellow Americans.
Thanks for reading.
Lovely share.
Perfectly expressed. Have you followed Jordan Peterson at all?
Getting our own personal house in order is the absolute requirement to radical transformation of our personal life, family life then communities near and far.
That has been my effort for the last 8 years. I'm seeing the power of it now. I have moved into the joy that is being alive regardless the circumstances I am in. So amazing.
You may find Recovery 2.0 with Tommy Rosen helpful with the stop smoking process and to empower your connection to community. An amazing group of people seeking truth by cleaning up their own houses before fixing the world. After their disorder falls away, OMG, they begin to change the world into the good.
This is all good to read. Every gain and increase in strength in life seems to have to be hard fought.