050312 –
School of Thought
Today is day one of life on
the foothills of Mt. Shasta. My sense
says that Southern Oregon is untenable – the war of the elites vs the peons has
decided that the rednecks and the hippies are both enough of a fringe that they
can be taken out first, then forgotten.
The elites have overreached and the only thing to do is keep your head
down, while staying away from earth scortchers.
So I am cleaning up the
house. The previous owners left
everything, but only moved down the hill.
As I clean, I am high grading personal treasures – things of high value
go back to the owners specifically and things of utility go into my personal
stash. At this point, it is just needles
and coins, organization items, stuffed animals and other toys and games. The signs say about 5 years – the little girl
who lost all her precious stuff is now a teenager that has forgotten most of
these memories.
The
cats are hissing at each other and feeling their ground. Biter took off right before we left, so he
will join Bub on another later trip – he is an alpha cat and will put the
others in order. I hooked up a computer
on the kitchen table and have music (CSN) in the background. During breaks in the cleaning, I am
revisiting Clif High’s Future Recent History – written in January and
predicting events after the March madness of 2012. (note halfpasthuman.com)
It is May and his predictions
are not obviously true, but are subtly accurate. I have a slightly different perspective in
reading this, in that I see myself as a catalyst of action. I have grounded, I am howdt of the whirled
and I feel again. The last part was
difficult, as my marriage soured without my notice as I robotroned through the
elite training system that told me what I had to do. Of course, I resisted. I could see the break, now I have the means
to create the fix.
Of course, I can only fix me. People who come into contact with me – Doc –
will find a completely different person than the Lemnies. There is the nominal strawman, then, there is
the Reverend Doctor Lenny Thyme and finally the poet lemme howdt. They are all characters of the past that I
have journeyed past; I will slip into those roles only to play to the
expectations of others.
My plan is to revisit my journals
from a historian perspective and to publish the teachings as a function of the
future. I have nearly 1900 blog posts at
the Zone (howdt.blogspot.com) – students that journey backward through the
thought should get a stunning reality of the psychology of the era.
This
is my new serial novel of life – published when I have the chance, under a new
pseudonym. I have yet to choose that
name – debating the fictional character John Clark from Tom Clancy’s world or
one of Heinlein’s oddly named Sci-Fi heroes of the 70’s. (When I started reading, not when they were
written.)
One page times roman limit – anything longer belongs in the
teachings component. Font and Color are
interpretive. Namaste’. Doc
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