On Magic III

Focusing on balance in a time of great imbalance

Rain is falling on the roof of my trailer at the 80, a cold rain, the temperature outside about 40F. It was 78F yesterday, the last two days feeling like August, but the wind picked up in the evening last night, coming from the west, blowing all night and today from the northwest. Today was mostly cloudy, some sun but otherwise rain showers, short and not heavy but periodic through the day. The forecast the next five nights suggests freezing, some snow might fall this Friday morning, and it might be 20F overnight Monday. Winter is coming.

I have been feeling it. Though truly enjoying the time at the 80, doing trail work, getting to really know the woods, hiking, running trails, in awe of the colors, reminding myself “I am living the life,” I am also adjusting to having sold my beloved house of 16 years, leaving the city I have lived in for most of the last 22 years, moving back in with my parents in the house I grew up in in rural country. That, and consuming so much news of humanity’s descent into madness. I have not exactly felt down, but approaching something like a funk, and maybe a little too all over the place.

I pull cards for myself every so often, just to check in with myself, the cards always helping me to focus on what is important. The last two sets, six cards, have all been reversed, inverted. The first set was primarily masculine, the second set primarily feminine, with the first card of the second set a representation of the masculine and feminine “twins” of the self.

A clear sign of a negative pattern, not taking care of myself, not focusing on what is most important, not balanced, too impulsive, consuming obsessively sugar, coffee, alcohol, tobacco, cannabis, food generally and substack. I have been obsessively looking for Her, when I need to be focused on the feminine within. Over compensating with the masculine but too scattered, focusing on too much, feeling overwhelmed and without order, dreaming at the expense of doing.

Geert Vanden-Bosche’s recent “last” video, in his despair about the great “blunder” that is focusing on vaccination in the middle of a respiratory pandemic, is a good reminder not to let the funk metastasize until it comes out sideways. Sage Hana admires him, even as she is critical of him calling Covid Policy a blunder, when she is calling it a Great Culling 10-12 times a week. I wrote in the first draft of this that I hoped she could take some time off for herself, and then I read her post of that day and she was telling herself to take tomorrow off - and then she posted twice on her day off. Bless her hunting her “great white whale”. I just don’t want her to go down with her ship.

There seems a lot of that lately on substack. Maybe it is partly the changing of the seasons and the coming winter, but especially in the context of, well, everything, there is no shortage of infighting and general exasperation. How are you supposed to react when the FDA authorizes the bivalent jab for children as young as 6, when many nations and American states are pulling back in the face of evidence of harms? How are you supposed to maintain balance when it is clear that our government and health care industry are actively and enthusiastically maiming, mutilating, sterilizing and killing children?

My point is, if I hope to do anything about that, about bringing society back into some kind of balance, I have to be able to find balance in myself. If I want to create anything at all, I have to have sufficient balance to see the path clearly, how to get where I want to go and be diligent about every step.

A year and a half ago I set myself on a path, with intention, focused on the “Great Work.” I’ve lost sight of that, I have not been very intentional about it and my creativity has been held back. Not focused on the path the paths become many and it is easy to get lost. I know what I have to do, but always when I am not balanced what I need to do is the hardest thing.

I’ve been focusing on fermenting and trail cutting lately in this substack, one, because I feel like you all need a break too; two, because I want you to see some of the beauty I see and feel some of the joy and wonder I feel; three, because I can’t focus on covid policy, the great culling, the great reset, digital currencies, passes and ID’s, epic endemic corruption everywhere, the collapse of everything we have come to take for granted, so many lies and so much deceit, totalitarianism rising, the threat of war and ecological catastrophe - all the time.

I’ve only been writing this substack for three and a half months, and I am finding my way with it. I am less intellectual and more a creative writer, I like to build things, and I want to focus more on what we can do to rebuild after the collapse of global tyranny, what we can do in the meantime to build resilience, how we might structure society as a hedge against the tyranny of the right or the left.

In the macro as in the micro, in the micro as in the macro. America is profoundly imbalanced, left and right, in the masculine and the feminine, it should be no surprise at all if you are feeling at all out of balance. I write about it first to remind myself, to be conscious of it. I share to encourage you to do the same and to hold myself accountable.

It is clear the globalists of the World Economic Forum, Brussels, the UN and DC, plan to have their global panopticon in place by 2030. But make no mistake, Beijing, Moscow, Brasilia, New Delhi, Canberra, Wellington, every government everywhere, are in on it too. They all see technology as the key to their eternal rule. I fully expect many more years of engineered pandemics to beat us down with to make us beg for their benevolent control, unless they are stopped.

I don’t know what to do about that, but call this substack Born on the Fourth of July, to tell you I love my country, to come to the 80 and this forgotten land and show you some of the magic and wonder I see, to make space for more of that in my life that I might share it with you, so you can remember the beauty of this life.

Blessings in this season of change. I hope you find balance, equanimity, so that you can ride the mounting chaos with joy and aplomb and help make real change.