It's important to note how crucially important our living in Whoville is to my wife and I's intentional plan for our lives. When Aunt Bee offered her house to Wendy and I, it was the opportunity I needed to complete the puzzle of how to resign from the Matrix. The main problem for me was figuring out how I could live mortgage free while having a mortgage. Aunt Bee is the reason I was able to resign, because without her there is noway I would have done so with a wife and child. Even so, we took a high stakes gamble by moving in with somebody that neither one of us knew much about. We just knew that the family considered her crazy, but as I have said that means nothing to me because I consider the average person in our society to be completely insane. To me, if you are under the influence of the American Hologram's thaumaturgy, then you are by definition quite insane. I don't need to go into an explanation as to what exactly the Hologram is. I've blogged about it extensively here at Epiphany Now.
I was a few months into this experiment, dealing with the nuisance of the Whos, when Mordred and Tina LeFay attacked, and it was a serious injury. It called into question the viability of what we were doing in Whoville. As I've been illustrating, Whoville is not populated by awakened individuals. The populace of Whoville is not concerned with broadening their awareness or expanding their consciousness. They are not Peak Oil aware and do not care about climate change. PO is not even on the radar and climate change is just liberal conspiracy theory attempting to "fukin' mess with naescur god daamitt...fukin' liberals tryin' to spread that mooslim jibber jabber." There are non-redneck inhabitants of Whoville, but they are still unaware of the Hologram. This has been the most challenging aspect of living in Whoville for me. Here I am trying to spread Permaculture to a populace that is unaware that there is a problem with the American lifestyle to begin with. I'm at best a fledgling permaculturalists with very limited plant knowledge. I'm in no position to spread anything and need somebody to follow myself. On top of this I am being assaulted by completely retarded Southern Baptist Satan worshipers.
What exactly did he mean by "Satan's Authority"? Was it just his damaged brain spurtin' out the first thing that came to mind in the heat of our encounter. Is he actually worshiping Jebus in the front of the church and then Satan in the basement of the church with a handful of other ratards after the morning service? I don't know, and I don't really care to find out. I just want him to stay the hell away from our homestead because he's no good for us, or anybody else for that matter...to include himself. Aunt Bee later told me that Mordred had warned her that I had "the Earth spirit in'em." The "Earth Spirit"!!! What the fuck? No doubt this is some shit he's heard from his preacher. Apparently this is what he told Bee at their lunch just before he brought his scandaling ooziness to my homestead. They were sittin' in a Chick-filet (a southern baptist owned fast food joint...no really, you have to be a professed southern baptist to work there) with Mordred reading the bible out loud at the table to Aunt Bee over chicken biscuits. I'm not makin' this shit up either...it's non-fiction and being reported as it occurred to me.
When Wendy got home, I gave her the entire report of what had transgressed in her absence. She was furious and extremely embarrassed of her relatives. I was still in a state of shock for having been treated in that way by family. It's not an exaggeration to say that it caused some strain in our relationship as husband and wife, and for no other reason than her guilt over being related to that atrocity of a man, combined with my legitimate fear of her insane family (cause I haven't even breached the topic of her mom's crazy ass yet). After this incident I found out that Mordred and Tina were pretty much excommunicated from the Spencer family already for past shenanigans. The eldest brother Randy Spencer (and pretty much the only "normal" member of the Spencer family...at least as far as I've been able to determine), and Wendy's mother Susan, both disliked Mordred from their youth. Mordred stayed in Grandpa's house until he met Tina in his mid 20's. He stayed at home because he was lazy and didn't want to work. He spent his days smoking weed and getting drunk (not that there's anything inherently wrong with that) whenever he wasn't at church praising Jebus. That's where he met Tina actually...in church. Tina took the place of Grandpa Spencer for Mordred. I guess he just needs somebody to bitch slap his poor ass around and tell him what to think and do.
Aunt Bee was the only Spencer that stayed in touch with Mordred. He kept her around because she gave him money. In fact, just about everybody in Aunt Bee's life was around because she gave them money. That's how she has learned to relate to family, and it's also been a challenge getting her to understand that she doesn't have to pay for our affection. She doesn't see a problem with it, and actually enjoys the position it gives her. She likes buying things for people because she likes looking like she's got money, and she likes the position it puts her in, but also because she really is just a kind individual whom likes helping people.
I realize that Wendy and I are also benefiting from Aunt Bee. It's just that our relationship is a bit more symbiotic and fair. We are not taking her money...at least not directly. We have actually managed to save her money in utilities by getting her to understand that when it's nice outside you can turn the air off and open the windows, and that when it's cold outside you can put on clothing in the house and sit under a blanket rather than turning the thermostat up 10 degrees. When we moved in, Aunt Bee would turn the thermostat up to 80 degrees so that she could take a shower. She didn't like feeling cold when she got undressed to get into the hot shower. We got her a little electric space heater to heat just the bathroom up rather than the 2000 square foot trailer. We got her to stop buying paper towels as we use wash clothes in their place. We hang dry our clothing when we can. We stopped all of the money that was leaving the house for things like fixing leaking toilets, steam cleaning all of the carpet in the house every month, and cutting the dirt and weeds twice a week. If something needs fixin' or maintenance done, I do it for free. After all, it's my home now. My point is that we have saved Aunt Bee a lot of money by living the way that we do. Unfortunately I must report that all this has accomplished is to enrich the Matriarch and her conniving brood of vultures. All of the money, and then some, that we have saved Aunt Bee, she has given to the Whos. The Matriach of Whoville has her trained very well. Anytime Aunt Bee has extra money she ends up calling her and coming up with ways she can spend money on the Matriarch. They'll go out to eat, or get their hair cut, or go shopping. I understand that Bee likes spending money. It's not just the Whos fault. That doesn't take away from the fact that they are still taking advantage of her.
Wendy was enraged by Mordred. She decided that the best course of action would be to call 911 and report the incident so that we could have them trespassed. I talked her out of calling the police, but she printed up a trespass document online that was supposedly official, had me sign it, and mailed it certified mail to Mordred's residence. We never got confirmation that he signed for it. I have suspicions that Aunt Bee called and told them what it was so that they would refuse to sign for it. I could care less about the notice because if he ever shows up again, as I have said, the first thing I'm going to do is call 911. The second thing I'm going to do is get my 12 gauge. My suspicions about Aunt's Bee's honesty have been proven correct since the attack of Mordred and Tina LeFay. I'll get into that soon. The next adventure in the Whoville Chronicles involves something as simple as beating back the onslaught of Mother Nature. Of course this aspect of the story will also explore Aunt Bee's honesty, and therefore ethics, and the issue of how we will be able to meet our unspoken agreement to fulfill the conditions of this arrangement we have entered into with her.
The arrangement I'm talking about is our method of payment to her for allowing us into her home, now our home, to live utility and mortgage free. The unspoken agreement is that we will care for her into her "golden years." We will take care of her financial and medical concerns. We will care for her in old age as if she were our own beloved parent. She has no children, and her husband has passed. You are now qualified to make a biased opinion on how things would work if the Whos were to take charge of these issues for her. It's not as if the Matriarch required payment to help take care of her dying brother at the end of his life. The fact is, our agreement is just as beneficial to Aunt Bee as it is to us. As free as our mortgage and utility free lifestyle is, it comes at a cost...just not a financial one. In fact, we have been paying the cost of living this lifestyle since the day we moved here. Again, you are qualified to make your own biased opinion on the matter having read up to this point.
Before I get into the issue of Mother Nature's relentless onslaught, and the insane tactic our society uses to combat it, and how the issue of Aunt Bee's honesty weaves into this, I'll explore one other aspect of our situation. What we have done...moving in with family like we have, is an option that I imagine is available to a healthy portion of my readers. In fact, it's probably an option available to a majority of Americans. I'm talking about moving in with family to forgo the rat race. All that is required to drop out of the Matrix, or the American Hologram, is the ability to live mortgage/rent free. If you can manage that, than you can probably manage to not need your own vehicle. If you can live mortgage/rent free, and you don't require a vehicle, than you can probably get by without working. The only other issue is going to be the one of health insurance. I would say that this is the largest sacrifice my family has made by choosing this option. We are dealing with this now due to our second pregnancy.
I've written about this topic before. If you have any elders in your family, there is a good chance that they have a home (pending they haven't been sent to one of our amiable geezer freezers yet). There is a good chance that they spend a lot of money on getting things done around the house that they can no longer do themselves...like having the grass mowed, plumbing, and issues revolving around a houses tendency towards rot and decay. This is a potential opportunity for you...and your family. It's a way to tell the Hologram to go fuck itself without having money. That is mainly what the Whoville Chronicles are about. This is just one anecdotal report from one individual who is putting everything he's got into resigning from the Matrix/Hologram/Rat Race (it goes by many names), and doing so with a growing family. Of course there is always the potential option of moving back in with your parents. Naturally you have to grow the ability to not care about what people are going to say about you. Our society wants us to believe that you are not successful unless you have your own home and therefore lots of debt. It's the game that everybody else is playing. It's bullshit. The "ownership society," is how Bush put it. That's exactly right, as in the Corporatocracy owns your ass, and in perfect double think, you think you own it. What you own is the right to no longer participate.
The majority of the world, for the majority of recorded history, has lived with family for generations. A multi-generational household has always been the norm. It's my opinion that the industrial revolution is largely responsible for changing that fact. This could be boiled down further to our magical petroleum inheritance being responsible for the lose of the generational household. Why do we feel the need to have our own homes? What is wrong with living in a family unit beyond husband, wife, and children? Isn't this sorta what a tribe is? True, there is a lose of privacy, and? What does that really matter? Is it really that much of a nuisance to hear somebody else taking a shit, or making love, or having an argument? Does it really matter if your family happens to find out your business? Is it that important to be able to run around in your house naked playing grab ass and hide the sausage with your wife (or husband). The point I'm trying to make here is how much privacy do you need? At least privacy from your family. Besides, if you work for a corporation, it's not as if your ass hole has much privacy, nor the contents of your urine.
Living with family has some major challenges. I believe that those challenges can be overcome. The fact is that the world is pretty much finished supplying us with the infinite growth paradigm delusion. Beyond this, refusing to participate in the Hologram is just more authentic and honest no matter who you are. In the next segment of The Whoville Chronicles I'll be picking up where I left off. I'll be telling about Admiral Dumpy and how I managed to push her off of Aunt Bee's financial teat. To be clear, it was not my intention to do so. It just happened that my doing "the right thing" resulted in her being pushed off the teat...but not before she extracted one last bit of Whoville homage.