When I started this blog 12 years ago, I had no idea where it was going. I just sensed something very wrong with the current order in healthcare, politics, and culture. I saw the wheels starting to come off the bus with public health failure, and at the same time I saw positive forces at work preparing for when we have enough system failure: Parallel systems were and still are organically assembling; once-controversial ways of seeing the world are helping to make sense of what is happening and helping people to heal, thanks to the internet, and thanks to the pushback on the censorship tyrants.
Years ago I saw that what was happening was so much bigger than me, I felt very hopeless/helpless in some ways with occasional periods of clear insight and peace that something even bigger than this mess was crouching in and waiting to pounce at just the right time. I felt compelled to be part of it even if my readership was small or choked off because I was challenging the Establishment. I knew I'd eventually be isolated into an internet ghetto or echo chamber, but that didn't matter. I didn't have many in my circle of friends and associates that openly questioned things like I was doing, but I had enough confidence in my observations, intuition and critical thinking skills to persevere. It's taken me years to finally make a difference with some friends and family because I did not give up.
Back then I read a few other blogs and listened to podcasts that reassured me I was not alone. While it felt like an artificial stifling then, now we all know about the monstrous censorship machine and the stellar batting average of the conspiracy theorists in general. Back then I had a sense of what we were up against and thought it was important to put down some words for posterity just in case, like the Diary of Anne Frank. I feel drawn today to reflect on these beginnings, and to appreciate how far we and the Alliance has come. I honestly had no inkling of the movement that would come together and grow into what it is today. It's been an exhausting marathon, but worth it to know we are presenting a formidable challenge to the communist take-over of America.
I haven't had much time to organize and expand on my thoughts for this month as there are a number of things happening. I still work full time in a dysfunctional system. During time off, I'm helping my mom stay out of a nursing home. Not sure how long that can last, but she's got others coming in to help her now. So, she will hopefully get through the transitions we're experiencing now with the economy and the shut-down of the Cloward & Piven schemes. I'm involved with a Healing Room Ministry that is opening in my area in a few days. This is super exciting as this helps with providing a super critical element in holistic healthcare for our area. I was also invited to be a part of the worship team at the church I go to. I bring in my electric ukulele and help with rhythm back-up. That began a few months ago and has been so therapeutic, but it all takes a bit of time. There's temptation to get involved in way too many interesting and promising projects--even little hobbies like sourdough bread. I'm aware I have some low-level manic/depression tendencies, so I have to often ground myself and tell people "no" or back out of projects I compulsively agreed to or I'll end up exhausted, even sick, letting family down. I feel compelled to be involved in things that are solution-oriented during this time of great need, but I've had to find balance.
Some are called to be involved in election integrity efforts, school boards, city council or other civil service, etc. This seems to be an area that's been given a lot of focus by people I respect. While I attend a monthly meeting where we study the US and California Constitutions, my calling has been in holistic healing and the Mountain of Family. The Mountain of Government is for others, and I'm happy to support them. Happy to pray for the No Kings protesters as I drive home from Healing Room preparation. There's power in prayer. I've seen too much during my last 25 years working as a nurse to ever shut up about the power of prayer. On that note, I better come to a close. My first post 12 years ago was just as short and sweet. Below are some gems.
