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Wet, sloppy, muddy love

Spring in Montana is a wet, sloppy, muddy love affair between water and soil, air and sun, life from winter’s death.  I sent Brent out this morning with peanut butter and rosehip jelly sandwiches.  He’s going fishing for “hogs” with his buddies – lake trout too full of mercury to eat, but he and his friends enjoy the sport and being on the big lake.

The chicks are in at Murdoch’s.  And so is the Round-Up – Monsanto’s answer to a few healthy weeds.  They can hardly keep it on the shelves it sells so fast this time of year.  Oh yes, and don’t forget your genetically modified seeds of destruction.

My own winter darkness seems to have passed and I take big gulps of sober air, drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes, try to play catch up with all that hasn’t been done, attended to, given honor.  Alcoholism and mental illness leave large chunks of life only half-lived, but occasionally there is a hole in the muck with enough light to see through to the other side.  I work diligently to carve out more of the light while the grace is available.

I’ve prepared an Easter basket for my friend in Georgia who suffers from MS and I hope she can still enjoy the miniature candy-coated chocolate eggs.  Her teeth are bad and I wonder about my gift, but will send it anyway – not sure what else to do.

It snows at night and melts during the day – adding to the mud and slop where new life will be conjured and sprung despite all that is wrong and all that is right in the world.

Endgame, The Premises: Derrick Jensen

Finishing up here with Derrick Jensen’s premises for his two-volume tome, Endgame.

Premise Fourteen:  From birth on – and probably from conception, but I’m not sure how I’d make the case – we are individually and collectively enculturated to hate life, hate the natural world, hate the wild, hate wild animals, hate women, hate children, hate our bodies, hate and fear our emotions, hate ourselves.  If we did not hate the world, we could not allow it to be destroyed before our eyes.  If we did not hate ourselves, we could not allow our homes and our bodies to be poisoned.

Premise Fifteen:  Love does not imply pacifism.

Premise Sixteen:  The material world is primary.  This does not mean that the spirit does not exist, nor that the material world is all there is.  It means that spirit mixes with flesh.  It means also that real world actions have real world consequences.  It means we cannot rely on Jesus, Santa Claus, the Great Mother, or even the Easter Bunny to get us out of this mess.  It means this mess really is a mess, and not just the movement of God’s eyebrows.  It means we have to face this mess ourselves.  It means that for the time we are here on Earth – whether or not we end up somewhere else after we die, and whether we are condemned or privileged to live here – the Earth is the point.  It is primary.  It is our home.  It is everything.  It is silly to think or act or be as though this world is not real and primary.  It is silly and pathetic to not live our lives as though our lives are real.

Premise Seventeen:  It is a mistake (or more likely, denial) to base our decisions on whether actions arising from them will or won’t frighten fence-sitters, or the mass of Americans.

Premise Eighteen:  Our current sense of self is no more sustainable than our current use of energy or technology.

Premise Nineteen:  The culture’s problem lies above all in the belief that controlling and abusing the natural world is justifiable.’

Premise Twenty:  Within this culture, economics – not community well-being, not morals, not ethics, not justice, not life itself – drives social decisions.

Endgame, The Premises: Derrick Jensen

Premise Seven:   The longer we wait for civilization to crash – or the longer we wait before we ourselves bring it down – the messier the crash will be, and the worse things will be for those humans and non-humans who live during it, and for those who come after.

Premise Eight:  The needs of the natural world are more important than the needs of the economic system.

Premise Nine:  Although there will clearly someday be far fewer humans than there are at present, there are many ways this reduction in population may occur.  Some will be characterized by extreme violence and privation. . . . Personally and collectively we may be able to both reduce the amount and soften the character of violence that occurs during this ongoing and perhaps long-term shift.

Premise Ten:  The culture as a whole and most of its members are insane.  The culture is driven by a death urge, an urge to destroy life.

Premise Eleven:  From the beginning, this culture – civilization – has been a culture of occupation.

Premise Twelve:  There are no rich people in the world,  and there are no poor people.  There are just people.  The rich my have lots of pieces of green paper that many pretend are worth something – or their presumed riches may be even more abstract:  numbers on hard drives at banks – and the poor may not.  These “rich” claim they own land, and the “poor” are often denied the right to make that same claim.  A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of pieces of green paper.  Those without the green papers generally buy into these delusions almost as quickly and completely as those with.  These delusions carry with them extreme consequences in the real world.

Premise Thirteen:  Those in power rule by force, and the sooner we break ourselves of illusions to the contrary, the sooner we can at least begin to make reasonable decisions about whether, when, and how we are going to resist.

Endgame, the Premises: Derrick Jensen

I’ve decided to begin writing again on Eve’s Daughter.  I’m going to finish up the premises of  Derrick Jensen’s work,  Endgame, and then move on to blogging my experience in becoming as self-sustaining as possible.  I’m getting chickens this year – maybe a goat, and I’m going to plant a garden.  I’m a complete novice with all of it, but what I’m lacking in experience I more than make up for with passion.  Still, it could get hilarious pretty quickly.

Premise Three:  Our way of living – industrial civilization – is based on, requires, and would collapse very quickly without persistent and wide-spread violence.

Premise Four:  Civilization is based on a clearly defined and widely accepted yet often unatrticulated hierarchy.  Violence done by those higher in the hierarchy to those lower is nearly always invisible, that is, unnoticed.  When it is noticed, it is fully rationalized.  Violence done by those lower on the hierarchy to those higher is unthinkable, and when it does occur is regarded with shock, horror, and the festishization of the victims.

Premise Five:  The property of those higher on the hierarchy is more valuable than the lives of those below.  It is acceptable for those above to increase the amount of property they control – in everyday language, to make money – by destroying or taking the lives of those below.  This is called production.  If those below damage the property of those above, those above may kill or otherwise destroy the lives of those below.  This is called justice.

Premise  Six:  Civilization is not redeemable.  This culture will not undergo any sort of voluntary transformation to a sane and sustainable way of living.  If we do not put a halt to it, civilization will continue to immiserate the vast majority of humans and to degrade the planet until it (civilization, and probably the planet) collapses.  The effects of this degradation will continue to harm humans and non-humans for a very long time.

Endgame, The Premises: Derrick Jensen

Premise Two

Traditional communities do not often voluntarily give up or sell the resources on which their communities are based until their communities have been destroyed.  They also do not willingly allow their landbases to be damaged so that other resources – gold, oil, and so on – can be extracted.  It follows that those who want the resources will do what they can to destroy traditional communities.

Asphalt, Concrete, Lawns and Golf Courses

These are the things that surround me now, the unlandscapes I gaze upon when waking, walking, brooding, and finally, retiring to dreams of Clooney and Depp and a nectar that doesn’t destroy.  There is hardly what could be called a “landbase” left in this country of my girlhood, but the subtropical clime is always attemtping to reclaim itself from the alsphalt, concrete, lawns and golf courses.  Weeds pop up through the sidewalks, tendrils of wild ivy claw at closed windows, air conditioning whirring a cold froth in the rooms of the civilized.  The dogwood, magnolia and gardenia offer their stark white blossoms as if in pennance for our sins.  They still grow wild here but we prune them and cut them and mold them and spray them to “protect” them from the rest of nature so that they fit our groomed gardens, our ideas of order and control.

I turned a turtle around headed straightlong for the busy road this morning.  Turned him around to the creek that runs nearby, the one coursing with all the chemicals from the surrounding asphalt, concrete, lawns and golf courses.  I had only the lesser of two evils to offer him, maybe not even that.  I’m pretty sure he laughed at me as he meandered back towards the only water available.

I saw a writhing bright black and white kingsnake on the same road yesterday and have requested he be my temporary totem.  He laughs at me a lot but he’s willing to dialogue between chuckles.  He doesn’t hate me, he just feels sorry for me.

Millions Against Monsanto, Not!

Well, my initial foray into activism has not turned out as I thought it would.  I thought I was signing up to motivate, activate and inform people about one of the worst corporations on the planet, Monsanto.  But all that seems to be happening is that Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s are being harrassed for not labeling the foods they sell that contain genetically modified ingredients.

I don’t think it’s their responsibility to do that.

I’ve done a lot of reading about and by long-time environmental activists and the general consensus seems to be that activism has gotten about as screwed up as everything else on this planet.

Why?  Because most acitivism still operates under the assumption that our industrial civilization is a thing worth saving; it still operates under the assumption that humans are in control of the natural world, not dependent upon it, and it operates under the assumption that something can actually be done at these very late minutes in the game.

I don’t need Reverand Camping to tell me we’re living in the end times.  I’m not expecting Jesus and I’m not meditating my way to Nirvana and I’m not wasting what precious energy I have left on campaigns that have absolutely no chance of making a difference.

What I am doing is enjoying the feel of the sun on my face, even if it is raining radiation, and I’m enjoying the sounds of the birds while they’re still singing, and I’m loving my family and friends, and I’m grateful for each day the monkey that’s been on my back forever seems to have moved on.

I try very hard not to scream when someone asks me what kind of car I drive or comforts me with the fact that it probably all won’t come crashing down in our lifetime. 

And I’ll attend my beautiful niece’s graduation tonight and pray that I am wrong.  It would be an understatement to say it wouldn’t be the first time.

Prudent Action

In light of the consistent natural disasters that we’re seeing around the world, I want to diverge a moment from the topics of genetically modified foods, our broken food system and the perpetrators involved in the food crimes I’ll continue to write about.

It must be obvious to us all that we’re entering new and frightening territory which will require unique approaches to ensure our and our family’s health and survival.  The time to prepare for the next disaster is now, but how does one go about the task?

I can only spell out the steps I’m taking personally and let each reader decide what is appropriate in their specific circumstances.

I don’t consider my actions alarmist nor am I sitting here preparing for the “end of the world”.  But what happened to the good common sense of being as prepared as possible for the realities that exist and the probabilities that are already happening?

So here’s my plan:

I have a 3-month’s supply of food stored.  I have rice, oats, beans, flour, sugar, salt, vinegar, olive oil, dried milk, baking powder and yeast.  I don’t store canned food and my next post will discuss why.

 

We’re lucky.  We have a well on our property but we still have several 10-gallon jugs of water hanging around.

 

I’ve got rubbing alcohol, aspirin, ibuprofen and a good first aid kit.  I’ve got candles and plenty of wood for heat.  I’ve got potassium iodine.

 

My main goal for this summer is to grow and purchase as much fresh produce and fruit as possible.  I will can, freeze and dry in most of my free time.  We will put up two deer this fall as well as turkeys and fish.   Wild game is the healthiest meat you can eat these days.

 

We are working on a generator system for back up power knowing that all the frozen food could be gone quite quickly.

 

I’m seeking supplies of meat, eggs and dairy that I can participate in directly.

I know people are overwhelmed right now; I sure am.  The scope of devastation and death we’ve been witnessing over the past few years is hard for the human psyche to comprehend.  The feelings of powerlessness, helplessness and rage are real; the intense grief mind-numbing.

Taking good constructive action is a powerful antidote to the depression and fear.  There are only two more things I would recommend:

The people you love?  Make sure they know how much; take every opportunity to express your appreciation that they’re in your life.

Get educated.  Take the time.  Face the truth and act accordingly.

Oh, one more thing.  Notice the powerful full moon tonight and send out healing thoughts and energy when you do.

I would appreciate any suggestions or ideas about how you’re taking action.  Leave me a comment!

Thank you for visiting Eve’s Daughter.