Mutant Message Rising
Todd has been gone since I last wrote. Off doing research, as I suggested, perhaps. I know that time flows very differently for Todd, so it may seem to him as if he’s only been gone a moment. I guess I’ll know when he returns.
It’s strangely appropriate, Todd’s absence. This has been a week for loneliness.
Something happened to me, at some point during the making of What a Way to Go. A switch got flipped. A river crossed. A tipping point tipped. Somewhere in there I became somebody new. A different sort of person.
And now I no longer seem to belong anywhere.
What was that switch? There are a million ways to say it. What comes to me in this moment is this: I now know, deep in my bones, that the collapse of the dominant global culture is unstoppable, that the crash of the human population is inevitable, that both of these changes have already begun and are quickly gaining momentum, and that both of these processes are the best possible news for the community of life as a whole. People speak of hope for the living world. To my mind, collapse and crash are that hope.
It’s one thing to know this. Knowing it changes everything. But it’s another thing altogether to speak it. To share it. To put it out into the world. Knowing it forces me to confront meaning and purpose and change and loss and death at every point in my life. Speaking it forces me to confront my own power, my own identity, my own limitations. I must face my own deepest fear: will I be enough to speak my truth?
Every day, I wonder.
And yet I am called to go far beyond knowing, to speaking as clearly and as powerfully as I can. In a very real sense, what I have to say is not mine. It has been given to me to say. By the Earth. By the gods. By the ancestors. By life itself. I do not feel I have much choice in the matter. I am being used by something much larger than myself. I am compelled. And so, despite my fears, I open my mouth, and speak.
Here I am.
When I am with those precious few who have grokked deeply the world situation - who have felt their way through the enormity, the complexity, the fear and the anger, the grief, the despair - when I am with those people, we find that “it” – call it the end of the world, the apocalypse, the collapse, the great turning, call it whatever you like – “it” is pretty much all we talk about. Of course it is. Once your switch gets flipped, once you know, then every single aspect of your life has to be readjusted to this new reality. Every nook and cranny of your psyche must be realigned. Every mundane detail. Every plan. Every expectation. Every assumption. Every hope. Every dream. On this side of that looking glass, the rules have all changed. And nothing remains the same.
Nothing.
I would not switch back, if such a thing were possible. The sense of sanity on this side of the mirror is worth every bit of the pain and upheaval it takes to get here. But because my whole world has tilted, I cannot walk easily in the world I once inhabited – what some have called “the consensus trance”. I try. But more and more often, I fail. It’s as if there was a trick I once knew, but can no longer quite remember. As if there was some password that would get me into that club, some key I could use to unscramble that cipher. I go to conferences, to lunches, to meetings, to parties, to dances, I go to the various gatherings I have always attended, but now I can barely open my mouth. My heart clunks. My breathing quickens. And as soon as I can, I slip away, out the door, back into the open air of solitude.
I don’t belong anywhere anymore. I’m not who I used to be. I’m losing my ability to pretend. And much of the time, it feels like that’s what I’m expected to do.
Todd was right. The vast majority of people in this country, in this world, are not looking at what we’re looking at, or thinking about what we’re thinking about, or feeling through what we’re feeling through. Though there are many of us, in absolute terms, who can see both collapse and crash in all of their obvious reality, we are, in relative terms, so few, and so spread out, that we’re often effectively on our own in our own lives. There’s a bone-chilling loneliness that sets in that can deaden the soul and dim the mind. New mutations splashing about in the meme pool, we signal in the night for others of our own species, glowing and blinking and calling out our existence, hoping against hope that another mutant has arisen nearby who can receive our message, and see us, and hear us, and really, really get us.
That’s one of the reasons Sally and I made the documentary. It’s a beacon, a flare, a message to other mutants.
Here we are.
And Sally and I are some of the lucky ones. At least we have each other. And we have a few close friends who walk beside us on our journey. That’s more than many have.
But out “in the culture”, surrounded by the oppressive delusions of progress and growth and innovation and comfort, face to face with people who really don’t want to hear what we have to say, the loneliness rises still. Uninvited, unwelcome, it attempts to freeze us solid. And we have to be clear, and aware, so that we can warm ourselves on the fires of our own powerful knowing. So that we can speak once again.
And we need to speak out.
How many are we, we few thousands in a world of billions? How many haunt the peak oil websites, the climate change listservs? How many are peering right now into the void, trying to decipher how the mass extinction of species and the towering human population intersect with economic meltdown and political insanity and religious fundamentalism and corporate conspiracy? How many are we, we who can no longer walk easily in the consensus trance? How many?
Mutants! Open your mouths and make yourselves known! Flit through the forest, slip through the seas, skim the skies, cross the high passes. Glow and blink and call out your names in the night.
Perhaps we are more common than we realize. Perhaps, right next to you, there sits another mutant, feeling as alone as you. Perhaps.
Remember the words of the Hopi elder: The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
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May 9th, 2007 at 12:04 pm
And don’t always look for us on the Peak Oil list servs or the Global Warming message boards. Or perhaps I should say that if you meet someone on one of those places don’t assume he/she is a mutant. Even those places are filled with people who will point to some piece of technology or some alternative fuel as a salvation. They will argue that abiotic oil is possible or that global warming may not be as bad as we think.
The desire to deny runs deep and our culture is still in denial. And after that we will move into the bargaining phase (where you see most people who are aware of these issues - if we buy a Prius, if we recycle, if we move to this alternate energy source will we please not have to pay the price?).
After that comes anger and blame. That is when we will begin to seek out scape goats. We will look to see who we can punish for this catastophe rather then realizing that we are all to blame.
Finally, we will hit despair. At that point look for mass suicides, drug overdoses, apocalyptic cults. One way of expressing despair maybe a “might as well party” attitude.
Hopefully we will get beyond the despair and realize that we need to accept that this is the way things are and we need to change to adapt to this new reality. Only then will we begin to think seriously about what part of our culture should we preserve and how we might move forward.
AV
May 9th, 2007 at 12:20 pm
Amen. Thanks Tim. Thanks AV.
Sally
May 9th, 2007 at 1:33 pm
WOW, Tim. That’s so just how I feel! With your permission, I would like to share this with my counselor. He knows a bunch of this, but doesn’t go deep enough with me so that I really feel FELT. You express it so well - it might work. I’m keeping this copied on my desktop so I can access it when I need to know I’m not alone.
Thanks so much, my friend!
Love mary
May 9th, 2007 at 1:52 pm
AV, your caveat is exactly right. And your use of stages for moving through denial is very helpful. Thanks!
Mary, share away. It’s all public now. Open to everybody. The more mutants, the better. Glad this resonated with you.
May 9th, 2007 at 5:34 pm
Don’t go quoting me - the stages are inspired by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ stages of death.
Denial
Bargaining
Anger
Despair
Acceptance
It had occured to me sometime ago that any looming trauma tends to illicit the same stages
AV
May 9th, 2007 at 8:41 pm
Yeah, I thought they aligned with E K-R fairly well. We almost used those stages as a way of organizing the doc, then decided we didn’t have time to go into it. Glad you did.
May 10th, 2007 at 2:26 am
Hey Tim, Sally
It is an honour to stand with you as another mutant!
Thank you both for being real, for doing this sacred work. I’m profoundly happy to have found you folks and I’m looking forward to the full release of your doco..
Thanks
Ted
May 10th, 2007 at 3:39 am
Thanks you summed up exactly how I have been feeling lately particularly being unable to participate in normal events, how do you watch movies party and hang out with friends when you know the world is ending. I find myself nodding and smiling to people when they come up with fission, biofuels or someother such excuse knowing that most don’t want or are unable to comprehend the scale of the problem.
Anyway thanks for writing its much appreciated.
May 10th, 2007 at 11:20 am
You know, Tim, my whole life people have criticized me for being “too serious” - since adolescence, long before I had any conscious awareness of environmental degradation and collapse. I’d always counter (at least to myself) that it wasn’t true. I know how to have fun. I mean, I crack jokes and I can party with the best of them. Most important, I don’t take myself too seriously, despite what others think of me.
So I showed them. I partied and hung out in bars and continually made wry remarks to the few who would listen. And I sensed that people did like me, but more for my quiet sincerity. No one has ever accused me of being “fun”.
Awakening fully to the realities and ramifications of what we’re doing to the planet has helped to awaken me to the realization that, in fact, people have been right about me all along. I wasn’t just misunderstood. The defining difference between me and most of the rest of our culture, and the reason why I’ve remained an outsider to any group I’ve ever affiliated with, is that I AM more serious about life than they seem to be (not to be confused any longer with the fact that I do not take myself too seriously - I have always had a sense of humor about my own foibles). I’m not frivolous, I find most “jokes” offensive, and I can’t get into TV, shopping, possessing stuff or talking about those things. And I’m OK with that now.
I believe that my acceptance of my seriousness is, as you noted for yourself, a recognition of the sanity of my worldview as opposed to the insane denial in which most others live. But overcoming the need to fit in “somewhere” in the dominant culture has been a more recent result of discovering and befriending other mutants, thanks to their bright beacons.
I fit in right where I belong. I just never knew where that was until now.
May 10th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
Tim/Jill, I too I feel like I’m diagonally parked in a parallel universe. I bring this issue to your attention because it argues the case for lightening up in functioning, claiming that people who are internally focused and tense have little chance of turning their care and attention to other people, or having a capacity for empathy or collective strength. I do not necessarily advocate for “taking life less seriously,” but do honor the fact that humour can make things more memorable, and puts things - even problems and errors - into a perspective where we are able to lack judgment and will forgive others.
Is it really effective to curtail your conversations in the world to a very limited and closely controlled range of topics with which we are already familiar and comfortable? If you don’t get to find about people through their whimsicality, their passions and even their prejudices then how are we going to be able to establish enough trust to be able to work with others effectively? What are we so afraid of? Chaos? Anarchy?
In so many ways I believe that sticking to a belief of “not belonging,” and a defiant view that “taking life seriously,” gets us somewhere that another perspectives fail, only serves to reinforce an element of the demise of society and demise of environment, to reinforce a coercive attempt to control others’ behaviour, and is more about maintaining power and control than it has to do with organizational and community or tribal effectiveness.
If the crazy ones of us with daft ideas, those who are prepared to banter and exchange their views and to “think different” get their way and make the status quo messy then maybe the rest of us would have to change and to change you (we) would have to think and we don’t like doing that too much because we have been trained not to do that.
What I have heard from you tonight is that, if I get an e-mail or blog entry from you that to me is pointless, unfunny or plain daft, then rather than waste the time and energy it would take to try to change me why not just delete it and move on to the really, really important things I am sure I have to do! Instead, I will argue, that what you are inspiring me to do instead, is to sit with it, feel it, and utilize it for meaningful purpose and tribal recognition. Yes, I am one of you mutants. Come be with me.
May 11th, 2007 at 3:47 am
Great expression of the angst so many of us feel when we try to explain these realities to others.I believe that the awareness is so powerful that it often, if not always creates extreme stress and a series of responses similar to the processes of dying.Because this is scary to most, few are willing to go through the pain to reach the good parts.Those of us who acknowledge these realities publicly are still few in number, but the number of people who feel it, but are unable articulate those feelings is huge.As the pain increases, more and more people will go through the necessary changes in thinking if only to bring personal relief.
May 11th, 2007 at 11:43 am
Yes, collapse, despair, death and suffering. And renewal, surprise, and rebirth. Destruction and renewal have always been the with us though rarely on the scale we will soon see. the good news is that the failure of activism is not the end of the story. don’t be surprised if there are still some twists ahead in the tale,, even triumphant ones. In fact, if you just take a liitle peak behind that curtain…
May 11th, 2007 at 11:44 am
Every step I take closer to the truth is a step further from everyone else.
May 11th, 2007 at 12:37 pm
Don’t forget (as the poster says)
It’s the cracked ones that let light into the world
AV
May 11th, 2007 at 12:54 pm
Mutant. I like the term. I start out each morning checking out the alternative news and peak oil sites. Got ‘em all bookmarked and run through about twenty of them right off. Late nights, I’ll switch to the more “out there” sites having to do with metaphysics, UFO’s, or black ops.
At first, about 5 years ago, all this cyber sleuthing led us to move, buy some land, stock up on guns, gold and food, get a greenhouse, grow a garden, raise chickens. We feel pretty good about doing what we have done in response to the information that we had. But, it’s not about our survival anymore. We know there is no getting out of this one alive. At this point, I’m just hoping to make it through 2012, just to see if the asteroid is gonna take us out, or what.
But, now, even that is seeming really far off. Don’t know if I can make it that long. We really started out trying to provide a safe place for our son. Now, it’s just a small cashe of stuff for whomever will be around to need it.There is a certain irony, having bought survivalist property in an area surrounded by forty cinder cones…
Now, I find myself focusing on the little things in the here-and-now, for once in my life. I gather eggs. I plant my garden. I reach out to my neighbors and make friends. I just bought a fishing license. I am going to go fishing. Is this what acceptance is? Maybe so.
Love to us all.
May 11th, 2007 at 1:48 pm
[…] like this one and the realization that something is seriously amiss. You’re not alone. From What a Way To Go: When I am with those precious few who have grokked deeply the world situation - who have felt […]
May 11th, 2007 at 1:52 pm
thank you and aloha from yet another mutant, in hawaii!! i’d love to find others in hawaii, specifically the big island, that are going through all of this. so far, i’ve not found anyone which really kind of shocks me. i feel extremely alone with all of this. i haven’t felt like i belong anywhere, now, for several years. life has become very surreal.
i just wanted to chime in……thank you all!!!
May 11th, 2007 at 2:59 pm
HERE WE ARE!!
Thank you for articulating all of this for us, Tim. I really believe that there are many more “mutants” out there than we realize-and even more that could easily be converted. Not everyone, however, will process the information in exactly the same way or decide to act in exactly the same way-we will not agree on every aspect. For example: in large part because I have children, I refuse to give up hope for the future-this is my responsibility as a parent, and I don’t give a damn if it is delusional. I find the greatest solace in action-political action for peace and justive, becoming debt-free and more self-sufficient, and speaking out whenever possible.
And YES, we must GATHER OURSELVES!!
(To becky of May 11th-we are also on the big island. How can we get in touch?)
May 11th, 2007 at 4:48 pm
Thanks bro!!
I needed this today.
May 11th, 2007 at 7:39 pm
darya,
aloha!! i’m on the hilo side. where are you? feel free to email me:
bigislandbecky@msn.com
May 11th, 2007 at 9:36 pm
Thanks for this, Tim. I look forward to seeing What a Way to Go. Have you checked with Jim Gilliam for distribution ideas? I saved the link a while back (almost a year ago) for an in-case-you-missed-it moment like now.
May 11th, 2007 at 11:14 pm
Whoa! I came here through carolynbaker. I didn’t even realize that there were more than myself. A documentary about where we are now? HMMMM! Understanding that there is no going back only onward discovering what we really need.
May 11th, 2007 at 11:24 pm
You go! I’m with you 100%!
May 11th, 2007 at 11:52 pm
Wonderfully clear, thank you! A couple of years ago I was at a meeting of like minded souls and learned something very powerful. Through all their plans for sustainable survival one thing was really obvious-the collapse would bring neighbours and community back into meaningful existence -being linked in a sharing fashion with others doing what had to be done to survive. Exactly what is the one element missing in most North American lives!! This is what we crave! This is how the little biped that survived all these millenia has lived most of that time, this is part of who we are, members of a clan, a group, a tribe-it is hard-wired in us. It is relatively easy to make a “sustainable household” -it is far harder to go to a neighbour (non mutant) and break down the conditioning that keeps us apart. To engage the people who live next door in the type of activity that the people (mutants) who plan for survival AFTER the crash can see is necessary but do it in the homes near to mine now. This is my next step.
May 12th, 2007 at 3:02 am
One of the most heartfelt accounts of waking up on earth I’ve read. Some material calls us ‘wanderers’ - concerned neighbors from ‘the faraway nearby’. My “Jody’s ET Phone Home Page” is for help orienting to being on and helping this developmentally challenged planet, with many personal stories and free resources. We’re all part of a large team service effort, and sharing perspectives and stories helps, as in Ram Dass book stories collection “How Can I Help? Stories and Reflections on Service”.
May 12th, 2007 at 7:05 am
I live in New Zealand and for the last 4 or 5 years have been trying to tell others about our collective future. I gave a public talk on peak oil and the global economy and climate change last year. The audience kept interrupting at given points and asked why I was not giveing them a solution that would enable them to carry on engaging in massive consumerism and a safe regulated suburban lifestyle with all the usual vehicles in their driveways.
I tend to leave home maintainence until it is urgent now as I check out all the sources daily to see if any event has occurred that will be a tipping point globally. It is like being in a dream where you know whats going to happen but when you try to prepare others by informing them, they tell you to get a new hobby, to find more clients to fill up your spare time, they say that ” THEY” will not let collapse eventuate, that “THEY” have just found a bunch of new oil wells that will save us all (which is the last thing the planet needs). They shake their heads when I try to point out that in the end, of greater importance than the species called “HUMAN” is the planet named GAIA ( lovelocks name). If the planet dies then we all die. I look forward to the collapse because when that occurs and all commercial greed is nought, then there will not be a market for the parts of endangered species on the scale that there is now. The nearly extinct species like the Tiger may just have a chance. Thank you all for allowing me, in a place so far away from the coal face as it were, to be able to express myself to others who feel the same as I. Keep up the good work because every person who listens to your words may be a person whose life you are able save through them becoming fully AWARE. Thanks again
May 12th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
Hi Tim, Sally and everyone on this comment page.
I also came through Carolyn Baker’s site and was a From the Wilderness reader for a long time. Thus I too have been dealing with feelings more profound than I ever thought possible. I counsel in nursing homes here in Florida, and I deal with death everyday. What we are talking about here is the death of everything we have lived with, most of us for our while lives. That is one big concrete wall to hit.
It has been for me, an unveiling of the truth, not just about peak oil but about what the US really is, and how it really is run, and how so many have been killed by our shadow government. It has been like a long circuitous journey through so many illusions that are now gone. Sometimes it is a very dark place, and I stay home with my kids and my pets to insulate myself. I am wondering if anyone feels like they don’t want to live in this strange “world as usual”. I feel like I am allergic to it. I can’t go to malls, I hate watching waste. I can’t stand violence. I am looking for someplace to go where there are likeminded people who really want a harmonious, honest, cooperative community. I think alot about Western NC, and I plan to try to find land there to park on and build what I can with little in the way of money. I know I am prepared to walk away from my home here, should it be
necessary. Let the bankers take it if thats what happens, I will take what I want with me and damn them.
I read mostly every day, but sometimes I have to stop and rest, and let the nightmares go away. I have to get away from the sound of the TV (kids) with all its idiotic blathering. What I do instead is to attempt to stay empowered, even if it is only about sharing with a few what I am learning. I garden in an increasing space…in Florida sand is new for me. I compost, I save seeds, I learn to make herbal medicines. I work in getting more physically fit, and I meditate. I have decreased my contact with the “outside world” except online where I say my piece when it moves me.
Being awake is better than denial. At least you can make choices about how you live, and prepare as is possible for so many unknowns. But my fears change from day to day. What if I never get to see my brother again. Will I ever see friends who live far away? What if I get sick? What if my kids get drafted for some stupid resource war? Do I really want to live through this? These are unanswered questions, but I take the time to process these feelings and their potential solutions.
I will be visiting often now that I have found you and something of a community right here in cyberspace. Thank you for being here.
May 13th, 2007 at 5:05 pm
How heartening it has been, to have so many fellow mutants sound off in these comments, from all around the world. Thanks, all, for the good wishes and kind words, for the refreshing honesty and depth of feeling. I’m so glad you Hawaiians have found each other. And yes, we will check out those links. Todd has returned, with much to report. I’ll be back with a post on that as soon as I can. Until then, as freeacre said so well, Love to Us All.
May 13th, 2007 at 5:36 pm
“People speak of hope for the living world. To my mind, collapse and crash are that hope.”
I don’t hear people say that often but my wife and I hear you and I wrote a song about it last year. We call it our song of hope. We would love to sing it for you sometime!
Civilizations Doomed
This pretty planet grows in green
It’s the color of this scene
Natural systems keep it clean
It’s life we need to breathe
4 million years of our success
Must not have meant too much I guess
Because 10 thousand years ago
Civilizations began to grow
Now that’s when Kings began to rule
People reduced to a tool
To rape and pillage nature’s jewel
It’s the history of denial
I guess that’s why some don’t see
Planet Earth’s reality
Compliant to authority
And schooled to stay in line
*Chorus:
Civilization’s doomed, Half the planet’s been consumed
Tribal ways will be resumed, ‘Cause civilization’s doomed
Archeologists surmise
On the Mayan Empire demise
Read those Hieroglyphic lies
But the people did survive
Utopian philosophy
Don’t let people be too free
Eliminate diversity
It’s spirit that they mine
* Civilization’s doomed, Half the planet’s been consumed
Tribal ways will be resumed, ‘Cause civilization’s doomed
The problem for the majority
Is this rich minority
Who control the economy
They see no other way
While some insist we play the game
Even while their candidates are lame
Talk like we know where it’s at
And then go vote Republicrat
* Civilization’s doomed, Half the planet’s been consumed
Tribal ways will be resumed, Cause civilization’s doomed
© 2006 Howard M. Switzer
May 14th, 2007 at 2:13 am
Very well said, Tim. Recently, through a mind and ego-numbing year long series of dreams and meditative images, I became vividly aware of a coming painful world ‘contraction’ - to put it nicely. My switch was flipped, and as you mentioned, I can never see life the same as before. My new understanding pervades every aspect of thought, every day. And for the last five months I have been wondering what is the point of this pre-cognition? And one of the answers that has come back to me is as you mentioned… to speak up.
I admit I don’t yet (and may never) comprehend the value of me personally speaking up, but I know I must. And I am. There is a truth here that needs to be spoken… as you so succinctly put it, “In a very real sense, what I have to say is not mine. It has been given to me to say”.
And yet I’m still not sure of how much to say, or to whom. For me, there is an added complexity that In my dreams and ‘images’ a very specific time frame was expressed. And I would be one of the last people on the planet to ever believe that a date could be set for things to start ‘contracting’ and am therefore very reluctant to mention it… but regardless of the date that I may see, the larger issue is that this ‘collapse’ is facing us all.
And oddly, one of the most compelling messages that has arisen within me is even though I may be ‘alone’, there is hope… a great deal of hope. And love, and beauty.
Painful as this coming collapse may be, it is wonderful in demonstrating that there is a Balance and harmony that underlies all, and will prevail… in spite of humanity’s (myself included) ego-centric, largely myopic perspectives of life… And THAT is beautiful, and it will provide many many wonderful opportunities to dig more meaningfully and expansively into the perrenial questions such as: ‘Who Am I?’ and ‘Why Am I here?’
Also, a phenomenal benefit of this, is that the love, compassion and beauty that we can muster through this, will ripple on into time.
Its also encouraging to know that you and Sally have each other… Division on this topic was one of the major reasons why my wife chose a divorce. That hurts, but remaining silent when I am compelled to speak up about this would hurt even more.
Blessings to you both… and to all of us ‘mutants’
May 14th, 2007 at 9:44 am
I greatly enjoyed your article on “Mutants”. I felt as if I could have written it myself I so identified with it.I had just received a book named “Making Contact’.It can be ordered a www.ramtha.com. It gives an explanation of why we feel this way. Perhaps you would enjoy reading it or your readers who are in harmony with the mutant experession of life. I do so enjoy your articles.
May 14th, 2007 at 1:37 pm
i can’t tell you how thrilled i am to have found you, tim and sally and todd (you, too, carolyn!!!). thank you so much for making it possible for us all to connect and share our stories and feelings. one thing many of us mutants have in common is that people have gone away from us because of our views about what’s happening. to have that void filling with the likes of this new appreciation and hope, among the mutants here, is the most heartening thing of all!!! we might not ever meet (darya and i have not been able to connect yet but i hope to one day) but there is something very comforting about knowing you’re all out there and that we have a place to meet, if just online. for some of us, this is all we have in terms of staying connected to what matters to us. this means the world to me!!! thank you tim and sally! big hugs to all from across the miles and, yes, LOVE TO US ALL!!!
May 16th, 2007 at 3:42 am
Well, I’m still out here, too, & been looking at this stuff for years and years, mostly all by myself and freaking out carefully (to avoid the blokes in the white coats.)
As a grandchild of an oil millionaire, I thought about peak oil (and blind rich snobs) when I was little; lifelong student of natural science, still thinking hard about halogen chemistry, physics, environmental catastrophe and the interconnectedness of all things; healer/psychic, yes, there is more to everything and everyone than many believe; accidental seer of futures that more or less happen eventually, I’m thinking of a future still unravelled that may be much more interesting than we imagine and possibly full of great purpose.
People like me are very hard to find, even today in the kind of places I live, so I had to make my own—I have three children with off-grid minds, 2 with purposeful jobs, experienced survivors. All including the young one are not only on the page, but writing new departures, sometimes they’re way ahead.
It makes me wonder if our type really are mutants of some sort, maybe we’ve been scattered thinly around the planet to pick up pieces when it all falls apart, make notes on the state of the world, invent or reinvent effective ways to network across great distances, and add useful bits to the DNA database….why not?
The ‘faraway nearby’, that sounds so homey.
May 24th, 2007 at 1:14 am
Mutant? Yes, me too.
Through gratitude and willingness I believe only that ANY thing can happen. I’m glad to meet you all.
May 27th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
Hi Tim,
Great blog! I’m a mutant, count me in. And, I do believe there are way more mutants than we realize — we’re spread out far and wide without an organization that gives us a clear indication of how large our numbers are…. but, I do believe we’re now waking up exponentially.
My own path to the red pill was primarily via 9/11 truth. After a friend suggested to me that 9/11 wasn’t what I had been told, I looked further and found David Ray Griffin and Michael Ruppert, among others. Ruppert, in particular, had a way of shaking me up that the others didn’t — and, his hypothesis about peak oil being the primary reason for 9/11 still rings true. It wasn’t that hard for me to accept that our government has been taken over by organized crime. That has been apparent for many years, but 9/11 was such a body blow to our collective consciousness that I realized something had changed — things were now becoming much more overt.
Going down the rabbit hole of 9/11 opened my eyes to much more — a huge culture of denial and greed, oftentimes operating completely without the participants’ awareness. Taking the red pill has been painful, but I can’t go back — and I don’t want to. Instead, I’m trying to connect with other mutants, especially mutants who are doing something to help awaken others. It’s lonely out here otherwise! And, I’m growing vegetables and fruit trees and harnessing solar power. It’s a start. Keep up the great work!
December 3rd, 2007 at 11:07 pm
Mutants,
Love to us all, for real. Chiming in from Michigan. As a dude from Detroit, I have a special interest in strategies for awakened mutants in dense cities. Been brainstorming a lot for my fam. Wife is not ready to face and feel the whole story. Not the entire story, but her awareness is increasing. So encouraged by you all. Thanks for your voices/text!!! May we all live with our whole hearts. Find refreshment in this cyber-circle and do the good work!
Fired up,
MP