I share many of the beliefs you elucidate in this piece Eric. The horrors that our government has perpetrated on many other countries and on us, its own citizens, almost defy belief, even as the evidence mounts daily. I think this country started out with ideals and principles that support humanity and lead to cooperation, growth, and greatness, but along the way got corrupted by prosperity and power, and eventually turned to raw greed and viciousness.
There are many good and honest people in this country, but they are not represented in our government, which has become a gigantic many-tentacled and vicious predator. And no one is coming to save us. We either step up and create an alternative means of living or get sucked into their digital prison. There are no guarantees any of us will make it through this gauntlet, but it's worth trying for those of us who still have the strength and determination anyway.
Born and raised in Oakland, California, I fled to a job in Australia in 1980 and never looked back.
The thinning of my Dream started in 1979. The Clorox facility in the Oakland Embarcadero area where I lived had a chlorine gas leak overnight on a routine tanker filling. I ‘woke up’ to an eerily quiet 8 lane Nimitz freeway and turned on the radio for news. The area was shut down until the gas dissipated and residents were advised to stay indoors and put wet towels at the bottom of doors and windows.
I spent 4 hours taking a hard look at my living conditions in the ‘coolest’ spot in America (Berkeley/Oakland). I shocked myself at what I had accepted for ‘normal’ as a woman living alone - never carried cash, never rode public transport at night, never walked anywhere at night alone, various apartments robbed and car stolen several times.
Huh. And I thought where I lived was the best spot in ‘the world’. I couldn’t unsee my delusional folly and knew I had to leave.
2 weeks later, out of the blue, I was offered a job in Sydney. Had my residency papers in 2 more weeks and took off for a new world, sight unseen.
Looking out the plane 18 hours later at the dawning on Sydney harbour, I cried. For joy, for grief, for all that’s been lost.
46 years have passed and here I sit by the fire in the east Australian bush Tablelands, writing and watching a mob of roos stream by in the valley.
May each of us anchor the Light and bring our awareness and fundamental goodness to wherever we are and whatever we choose to do.
I share many of the beliefs you elucidate in this piece Eric. The horrors that our government has perpetrated on many other countries and on us, its own citizens, almost defy belief, even as the evidence mounts daily. I think this country started out with ideals and principles that support humanity and lead to cooperation, growth, and greatness, but along the way got corrupted by prosperity and power, and eventually turned to raw greed and viciousness.
There are many good and honest people in this country, but they are not represented in our government, which has become a gigantic many-tentacled and vicious predator. And no one is coming to save us. We either step up and create an alternative means of living or get sucked into their digital prison. There are no guarantees any of us will make it through this gauntlet, but it's worth trying for those of us who still have the strength and determination anyway.
Born and raised in Oakland, California, I fled to a job in Australia in 1980 and never looked back.
The thinning of my Dream started in 1979. The Clorox facility in the Oakland Embarcadero area where I lived had a chlorine gas leak overnight on a routine tanker filling. I ‘woke up’ to an eerily quiet 8 lane Nimitz freeway and turned on the radio for news. The area was shut down until the gas dissipated and residents were advised to stay indoors and put wet towels at the bottom of doors and windows.
I spent 4 hours taking a hard look at my living conditions in the ‘coolest’ spot in America (Berkeley/Oakland). I shocked myself at what I had accepted for ‘normal’ as a woman living alone - never carried cash, never rode public transport at night, never walked anywhere at night alone, various apartments robbed and car stolen several times.
Huh. And I thought where I lived was the best spot in ‘the world’. I couldn’t unsee my delusional folly and knew I had to leave.
2 weeks later, out of the blue, I was offered a job in Sydney. Had my residency papers in 2 more weeks and took off for a new world, sight unseen.
Looking out the plane 18 hours later at the dawning on Sydney harbour, I cried. For joy, for grief, for all that’s been lost.
46 years have passed and here I sit by the fire in the east Australian bush Tablelands, writing and watching a mob of roos stream by in the valley.
May each of us anchor the Light and bring our awareness and fundamental goodness to wherever we are and whatever we choose to do.
It all makes a difference.