Eustace Conway

You've likely never heard of Eustace Conway or his Turtle Island Preserve before. Mr. Conway is a very unique individual whom has much to teach those of us concerned with how to thrive in a post-petroleum future. Mr. Conway never really joined society, preferring to remain embraced by nature. At 17 he moved into a Native American style teepee and lived in it for 17 years. At 18 he walked across the U.S. on the Appalachian Trail and shortly after that canoed from the North to the South. He also rode a horse across the United States from the east coast to the west coast twice. There are not many people like Eustace Conway that have been born to a first world country. Around 20 years ago he bought 1000 acres in Appalachia. He then turned that land into the "Turtle Island Preserve" with the explicit purpose of teaching others how to live on the bounty of nature. For the last 20 years he's been doing just that. Recently the Matrix has decided to zero in on his strength to make a very important statement about what will and will not be tolerated in today's America.

Recently the NC county bureaucracy, in which Turtle Island is located, has decided that after 20 years of operation Mr. Conway is to be shut down due to building codes. Mr. Conway has been working with the county inspectors for 20 years with no problems. He's had to make sacrifices to keep his preserve and vision alive. He's had to abide ridiculous things like not allowing the children of the preserve to drink raw milk, and not allowing them to eat the chickens he's raised and slaughtered. Apparently it's acceptable to the county for him to teach the kids how to slaughter and butcher the chickens, but not to eat them. I'm sure there's a gaggle of more such nonsense that he's had to put up with over the years.

One day, not to long ago, several county departments showed up on his land, unannounced, and unwelcome with a search warrant. The zoning code enforcement assholes, the tax collector, the health department, and every other waste of tax payer money department showed up to find cause to shut him down. This on account of an anonymous "somebody" who supposedly anonymously called the building code office to complain about how Mr. Conway was minding his own damn business on his own damn land. At that point they had to get every county department together to go violate the illusion of Mr. Conway's civil and constitutional rights. They shut him down because he was "open to the public" even though he wasn't. The entrance to his secluded 1000 acre track of Appalachia has a gated entrance with a large sign that says "no trespassing." Their idiotic reasoning for him being "open to the public" is because Mr. Conway has apprentices that live on his property, and apparently this makes them the public. In order for the "public" to arrive at the preserve they have to fill out an application and be accepted by Mr. Conway. It goes without saying that these people want to be there. The fact of the matter is that Mr. Conway's preserve is not open to the public any more than my asshole is. But the counties Orwellian double think standards of governance assert that private land is open to the public, and they are using this cockamamie gobbledegook as ammo to put an end to Mr. Conways primitive living school. Watauga county has opened it's pie hole and allowed odious stupid to ooze out all over this gentle and responsible man's freedom.

It's clear to me that this is not about endangering the consenting non-public adults and their children whom arrive at the preserve by choice to learn primitive living skills. This is about setting a new precedence for what is and is not going to be accepted by the New American Gestapo. The truth is that freedom and liberty are not acceptable to the gears of Big Brother bureaucracy. The Matrix will not abide individuals who do not need the Matrix. The problem is not that Mr. Conway has remained unplugged from the Matrix for his entire life. The problem is that he is teaching other's how to unplug and to stay unplugged. He teaches people how to live in harmony with the unmitigated wealth of nature. He's being persecuted for the same reason the 19th century American government rounded up all of the Native Americans and put them into camps. Tribal people cannot be controlled by Big Brother because they need nothing from him. They don't need EBT, Snap, unemployment, debit cards, jobs, health insurance, or a mortgage. They don't need anything from the government. And what would happen if a lot of people caught on and decided to learn to live this way?

According to Watauga county, Mr. Conway's dog house is a building, and therefore it requires electricity and plumbing. A dog house! Does your dog have electricity and plumbing in his plastic igloo? His buildings are built according to old world standards. They are built on foundations of rock and held up with whole trees rather than flimsy pine sticks used in standard construction. His buildings are made to survive through generations of use with quality as their guiding principal of construction. If the point of building codes are to ensure quality buildings that are worth caring about, esthetically pleasing, durable, strong, and made to last, than the bureaucratic goons can learn a lot from Mr. Conway's buildings. On the other hand, if the point of those codes is nothing more than governmental control of the people, than they are succeeding admirably. The fact is, this is not about building codes, it's about freedom and liberty and ensuring that there is none left in these failed states of America.

The Matrix has zeroed in on Mr. Conway because he is one of the strongest links in the self reliant chain of America. Freedom will not be tolerated in today's America. It will be squashed beneath the wheel of "democracy." The same democracy we've been spreading via the faceless drone strikes that mangle and kill innocent women and children over there. The same democracy that demands that you get in line and appreciate the poison that's killing all life on Earth. The poisonous food and the poisonous medicine. The state sponsored plague that's acidifying our oceans, polluting our fresh water, and filling our mother's wombs with hundreds of man made chemicals. The digibits that suck the wealth out of every corner of the world on account of spreading misery and suffering to every sentient being on planet Earth. Mr. Conway's way of being in the world is the antidote to all of the destruction that the governments of the world are ensuring we continue inheriting.

If we all sat down and listened to this beautiful and gentle man's message than we would begin to heal all of the rot that has hollowed out the soul of America and the human spirit. Mr. Conway teaches how to live in harmony with the natural world. He teaches how to make fire with sticks, medicine out of plants, buildings out of stone and tree, and strong humans out of nothing more than dirt, sun, and rain water. He teaches how to live independent from the Matrix and it's controlling hologram. It is clear that our government does not want this type of person spreading this type of message. It does not fit into the destructive paradigm brought to you by mindless bureaucratic goonery. Goonery that we complacently accept as it's shoved up our asses without abandon, and as it splooges it's vile incompetence in the face of planetary health.

Nothing is going to change the course our civilization is on if you don't. The world is running out of the fossil fuel energy that is responsible for the 7 billion of us in existence now. We need to be embracing and learning from the Eustace Conway's of the world rather than allowing them to be silenced. Why should we allow this to go on? If Mr. Conway's preserve is to be shut down, than we might as well all get on with our Soma shots and get in line for the two minutes hate. We might as well embrace the Newspeak Dictionary and accept that freedom is slavery, love is hate, and medicine is poison. We might as well go to the Ministry of Health to get our chemotherapy ahead of the cancer that we've become. Mr. Conway, and those like him, are the cure to the hologram. Yet we get together and yell at the gargantuan telescreen that dictates what is and is not acceptable about reality. The least you can do is click here and sign the petition to call the dog's off of Eustace Conway. More importantly you should care before they show up to your house to tell you how your liberty will not be tolerated. If we allow this to go on than there truly is no hope for our species.

Sign the petition to help Eustace Conway continue teaching humanity how to live in harmony with nature. 

The Faustian Shanghi

 

The time has come for the collective consciousness of our planet to take responsibility for our predicament. Pointing the finger and exclaiming who's fault this mess is has lost it's point. Yet what exactly does it mean to take responsibility for our global mess? How does one take responsibility for the colossal clusterfuck we find ourselves in? Is it possible to change business as usual? Anything is possible if you have money, because everything on our globe has a price and at any rate the IRS requires it of us. Unfortunately money has an affinity towards not going anywhere once it's created. The money changers create it and then give it away to themselves while the rest of us blindly service the hologram that tells our brains that our highest purpose is consumption and acquisition of useless throw away uselessness. The money that we do manage to get our hands on is already spoken for by the same ass holes who created it in the first place. When we aren't working at acquiring money to keep the hologram active, we're anesthetized by all manner of mesmerization by way of fukitol franken pharma chemicals and the idiot panel. Anything to distract us from how stupid and pointless our existence inside the hologram has become.

Is this our fault? If not, than who's fault is it? There is nothing new here. The only difference between now, and when we first started with agriculture, is that the ass holes creating the money have had over 10,000 years to figure out how better to control us. They figured out, probably around the first year, that whoever controls the food can control everything and everybody. Since that day there has been slaves and masters. Now our masters are invisible entities hidden behind corporate non-persons and government bureaucracies. They all have one thing in common. They are concerned with our bank accounts and want every worthless penny to return to them. They were just loaned fiat pennies after all. It's their money. This is the real meaning of the 1% versus the 99%. Of course only in the empire do we have the time to sit around and contemplate how badly we have it. Everywhere else they're concerned with scavenging some useable refuse to construct a roof to keep their dirt floor from turning to mud, finding some calories to stop their child's grumbling bellies, and looking for a way to get plugged into the hologram where they too can get fat on petroleum sugar. That's why it's not their responsibility to care about destroying the hologram. We, those who have enough leisure time to read this must begin taking responsibility for the clusterfuck.

Ideally it's the responsibility of that lucky class of people whom have money beyond a month to month basis. If you don't know whether or not you'll have money to pay the next round of bills, and you have no health insurance, and you have kids to think about, than you can hardly be held accountable towards changing anything... right? But if you have money than that money convinces you that there is nothing wrong and in fact there is no hologram. There's just your comfortable life of leisure and plenty of excuses for you to use to explain away any problems facing the world. The money you have is yours and you can do whatever you want with it. You earned it! Since there is a price for everything, you can keep yourself supplied in it regardless of availability. If gasoline, food, and healthcare cost twice and three times as much as it did before than you can simply throw more money at it. You are an ass hole no better than the ass holes belonging to the ass holes you busy yourself with sticking your nose in. It's time to wake up because there are a lot of us who no longer have any money.

The energy is running out and you've painted us into a corner. You've made it necessary to have that energy to feed us. Some of us are dealing with the reality, but you aren't. A lot of us want to deal with this reality but can't because we have no money. All we can do is watch and wait to be discarded into the same dump we cart our pointless consumer trash to once we're done with it. The only meaningful action available to us is to continue fighting amongst our peers for a better position next to the table where your food scraps fall from. Or maybe that's just what you want us to believe?

Maybe you don't matter anymore. The time has come for all of us proles to stop giving a shit about you and what your incompetence is capable of. You've proven that all you are capable of is destruction for powers sake. Money doesn't really matter to you, just power and how much of it you can get. In your psychotic egomaniacal state your willing to consume and destroy everything just so that you can one up your peers. It's fun to you isn't it? You'll destroy everything in the name of vanity.

I told you a little over a year ago that I would find a way out of your game. How long do you think you can last once we all stand up at the same time because we've realized we've been Shanghied. Nobody signed up for this. There is an emergent consciousness that is growing exponentially now. It's growing right along side the population of 8 billion. That consciousness is aware of the appetite that will have no bottom once your GMO's self destruct and reign terror down on the human race. Once your radiant energy and mutant chemicals morph into an extinction like event that trickles down into the 1% of Gaia's fresh water supply. You'll choke along with the zombie hordes, and it will be on the flesh of your own progeny. Nothing will save you once the Cartesian 1's and 0's stop mattering. They will stop mattering.

The apocalyptic date has past already. Nobody noticed. They watched the movies and were entertained by it's passing, but they once again forgot once the black out ended and the American Hologram was restored. The black outs will become more frequent, and each one will bring with it the demise that's waiting for you. You won't be able to print your way out of the final black out. You already don't matter and yet you have no clue. There are those amongst the hordes that your information gathering machine doesn't recognize. They are anonymous. They are invisible like the fox because they have stopped caring about your 1's and 0's. They are beginning to remember what they lost when they got on your Faustian ship and entered into your Shanghi arrangement. They are small now and they reveal in their invisibility, but they will live to repopulate once you are gone. They are learning that the Earth and the Sun provide for them if they only believe with enough Faith. What does a tree care about medical insurance and mortgage payments? It still produces meat that falls to the earth as concentrated energy waiting to be absorbed in the human gut.

What will you do when enough people figure that out? What will you do when the goats eat your poison and shit it out? When the fungus transforms your gut rot carbon and neutralizes it. We are legion and we will inherit the Earth once your Matrix goes down and the Hologram dissipates into the same nowhere it came from. We are waiting for that day. We are silently preparing for your obsolescence. We have become anonymous economic non-persons whom you have long since forgotten. We are migrating to the margins of your machine and into terrain it cannot go. We are protected by our own anonymity. Watch as our signals disappear exponentially. The 100th monkey is about to wake.

The Fox Den Endangered

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.