Ready to Restore Our Rights

Dear friends,
I have found some exciting ways for you to ensure your rights in the near future.
Please look into the following.



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Register before Jan 20 for the free online survival training videos.

Addressing:
Property security and threat preparedness
Food production
Energy and water securing

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If you are not yet holding facts that we need to act, now, or simply need some fire under your ass to get you going... watch this.
http://www.cultureunplugged.com/documentary/watch-online/play/7350/Call-of-Life--Facing-the-Mass-Extinction



Within all this we must reunite with our source, with one another, with the universe, our Earth.


"I stand for what I stand on." - Wendell Berry


For spiritual diving, I highly recommend a free retreat at your local Vipassana Meditation Centre. It was the best thing I ever did for myself.
http://www.dhamma.org/




There can be no crime without a victim.

We accept personal responsibility and we move towards action.

We will survive.


Namaste, friends.

(I am you.
You are me.
We are one.)

adventures on the site today.

blood orange art

elvis contemplates his life in front of the wood stove

me in the mirror

mouse in the mouse motel. soon to be taken to a farm far away and let free.

the hens are cozy in their cob and glass bottle house

one of 3 roosters in a clutch of 14 total

letter to daniel.

dear daniel,

hope you are well. i am making baked apples and just made 2 crockpots (1 huge one, 1 little one) full of bean soup. I have bread dough ready, we caught our first mouse. The cats are scaring its wits out. 

The stove is being hard to keep up with today. I let it die earlier, down to more than ever. It really takes a long time for those coals to totally go out. I didnt count, but at least 5 hours and they were still hot. Many turning to ash, but some still hot.

I took a walk out through the field and sang songs. The whole way. 

Theres this one Katy Perry song I think I may sing at church. 

Its the new one, 'Unconditionally.' To me its the love of the Earth singing to its people. Because we and the Earth are  made of the same stuffs. She is our Creator, we are Her. 

And I am you.

And You are Me.

And I am god.

And you are god.

And we are one.

Everyone.

(Truths I  need constant reminding of. )

:>

I also wanna go target practice with you and Mike this weekend.

my hands are cold.

Been trying to fast a bit because I have been so afflicted in my body. We are what we eat.

so I am 

tired

sometimes depressed (though not for a while.. :) )

tired

lazy

very sweet

and other things sugar does. :(

Its sooooooo

important

what we put into our bodies

affects our brains, emotions, errythang.

I used to think of the body as just a shell. A vehicle. Not connected with the consciousness.

But yo, it really is. Very entwined.

We are what we eat, think, breathe.

Touch.

Aww..

TK just jumped in my lap. And it got real warm

and sweet. Distract-o-kitty.

Anyway, got things to do!

Call me.

<3

Sarah

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January 8 Wednesday - THE HIDDEN LIFE

January 8

Wednesday 

THE HIDDEN

LIFE

Read: Colossians 3:12 - 17

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Whatever you do in 

word or deed, do all in

the name of the Lord Jesus.

--Colossians 3.17

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THE BIBLE IN ONE YEAR:

. Genesis 20 - 22

. Matthew 6:19 - 34

Some years ago, I came across a

poem by George MacDonald

 titled, "The Hidden Life." It tells the

story of an intellectually gifted young

person who turned their back on a presti-

geous academic career to return to its 

aging father and to the family farm.

There it engaged in what MacDonald

called, 'ordinary deeds' and 'simple

forms of human helpfulness.' 

Some people lamented it was a

waste of his talents.

Perhaps you too serve in some

unnoticed place, doing nothing more

than ordinary deeds. But god wastes

nothing. Every act of love rendered for

Its sake is noted and has eternal effects.

Every place, no matter how

small, is holy ground.

Influence is more than lofty acts and

words. It can be a simple matter of human helpfulness: 

Being present

Listening

Understanding the need

Loving

Praying. Meditating. Delving into ones self. The source. All that is. Everyone and everyhing, because we are all connected. We are all -God-s children-. We are all made in his image. We are all fragments of the source. We are made from the same base. It is the energy that flows through all things -omnipresent. It is made of love -Omnibenevolent.  It is the energy that fuels all things - Omnipotent.  It is constant awareness, the highest height of awareness. It is omniscient.

This is what turns daily duty into worship and service.

The apostle Paul challenged the Colossians: 'Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the lord Jesus," and "do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance." (Col. 3:17, 23 - 24).

God takes notice and delights in using us.

---David Roper

Dear Lord, may I be willing to be hidden and unknown 

today, yet ready to speak a word to those who are weary. 

May your spirit touch my words and make them 

your words that enrich and refresh others.

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The way to accomplish much for Christ

(for God, for the universe, for your own good and the good of all)

is to serve Him in any way we can.

Broadcast #3 - The frozen tundra. 0 degrees.

Broadcast 2. Live inside the main house, having had to abandon ship for warmer habitation. 

Outdoor temp 0 F.

Indoor temp 30 F 

Even with sections open clear to the sky, sails having torn free
In the windstorm of early December. 

A trudge through icy landscrape

Reveals

1/2" layers of ice
Creak creak CRACK pop
Under my weight
Deceptive in their woodenness

Reveals

Mud for miles
(Mud for acres.
Muddy Acres)
Under the ice

The crescent moon
Palpable
Growing
Serene against blue

Camouflaged in wisps of cloud

Boom boom boom boom

The persistent beat of a living earth
Under my boots

Pop POW pop POW POW pop

The violent flapping of the MotherEarthship's white sails
Someone's ready to set sail
Time to push off to sea

Full throttle ahead
Against a blanket of icebergs

Baby don't run aground

ALL HANDS ON DECK
SHE IS SETTING SAIL.


(the MotherEarthship sets sail)

A Bit of Land

A little bit of land is all I ask.
Just a small place to call my own,
Where I can put down roots, so deep, so deep,
That great-grandchildren will still call it home.

Is it so much to ask? A lane of trees,
Bringing birdsong and colored leaves,
A grape arbor, the roses beyond,
Sweet lilacs, holding in their arms, the lawn…

Tulips and yellow daffodil,
Spattered up and down the cedar hill,
Sweet gurgling brook, fresh and cool,
The brush beyond, sheltering grouse
And sage, and shy, sweet deer.

Oh aching heart, hungry, hungry soul,
What little bit to make a grateful whole.

Is there no spot in all this Universe?
A little valley, with a cabin home,
A bit of garden I can call my own…

I would not bruise the land, or tear it apart,
But keep it beating with a happy, blooming heart.
Each bit of soil, which God had surely blessed,
Would be a cozy home for seeds to rest…

And grow and nourish, comforting all men,
With fruit and shade, and food for every soul.
A little bit of land, to call my own,
Within its small confines, a loving home…

And fertile soil, no matter the toil,
I would so grateful be, if God
Would take a little chance on me,
And give me a small plot of lonely sod
That needs a gentle hand, and God.

(By Jennie Senrud Hutton) Taken from the Encyclopedia of Country Living, 40th Anniversary Edition, by Carla Emery