Copper Chronicles

Awesomeness

May 6th, 2025

I’m glad I discovered there is more to life than being an obedient, global consumer. Let’s face it, for all the bloviating speeches in Washington D.C., and all the fear mongering to enforce it’s agenda of global control, no one believes wars fought to ‘save democracy’ were about creating peace, stability, and prosperity for the citizens of those nations.

That’s because you’d have to have some experience at creating peace, prosperity, and stability at home, in order to perform that miracle elsewhere. Correct? We haven’t had those things for decades, at least as long as I have been alive.

We don’t have those elements so conducive to human happiness (which are leaders’ responsibility to achieve). But, we do have dozens of drugstores for every small town in America- and McDonald’s, Dollar General, and Walmart. And, we are fighting wars to secure cheap sh** from China virtually covers the globe!

The Television, which exists to sell us cheap sh** from China AND to flood our airwaves with pro ‘democracy’ this and pro-democracy that: says wars are for our ‘good.’ I guess if your making a fortune selling faux this and fake that, you want to cover the globe with it. But, is that what American people want? Or, any ordinary citizen of the globe?

State sponsored materialism: where citizens, work, eat, sleep. Shop on weekends. Repeat.

I confess, for all my effort to get free from the machine of state and shed my social conditioning, I went shopping at Walmart on my day off. Again.

It’ll be awesome once we get free from this mad, plastic distributing machine of state that Washington D.C. has become!
Magnificent Imagination

May 5th, 2025

A good skill I learned surviving is called: “Do the worst, hardest, most difficult things first.” Then, my whole day gets better after that.

Applied on a broader scale, do the arduous things Monday: then, the whole week seems easier. In a year, do the least inspiring things during January; then, the following expanse of time is free of annoying tasks.

So, right now, the hardest thing I can think that needs to be done is to say the things that need to be said, that people may or may not want to hear. Then, (according to my working theory), things will get better after that.

I heard a preacher once say, (and I take what preachers say with a grain of salt) that the thing you desire most, the problem that you most like to see solved in the world is likely your mission in life.

A person can’t live without a meaningful occupation, I’ve learned so far in my Copper Chronicle search. And, what better way to solve the pandemic of powerlessness people are experiencing?

Every little bit you work to solve that extraordinary problem, lessens the despair of it. Right?

Every step in the direction of being an improved version of ourselves reduces the anxiety, despair, and mania. (Mania meaning living frivolously to forget the underlying problem of powerlessness.)

In order to climb our mountains, or emerge out of despair we must be willing to take a single step, (and it can be a hard one). Then, another. One more. Then, keep going after that. Like children, actually. Baby steps is a good start!

Once we crack that occified version of our selves (who we have become that is not coping, not thriving, or barely surviving), those who will help us will emerge. Those who will not help us will become clearer, too.

What our culture has become, is not who we are. At least, it’s not going to define who I am.

Those who will own the responsibility of building a better world, will inevitably have to recognize what went wrong the first time. Authenticity is required.

Once we do that hard thing first, the next era gets better.
Knowing Evil?

May 2nd, 2025

I enjoy how words have complex meanings. To understand accurately what is being said, I can look at root word meanings and original languages. For example, in the Hebrew language each root has a wheel out from which spokes of meaning emerge.

When the Quakers refused to fight in the Revolutionary war, citing the command: “Thou shalt not kill,” it’s possible they may have defended themselves more rigorously if they understood the several meanings of that root word interpreted “to kill.”

Shooting a horse who broke his leg and is unable to recover is ending a life. Defending oneself in an armed conflict may result in someone dying. But, our laws distinguish between self defense and murder.

Murder suggests intent to end a person’s life without any cause (like greed, ambition, or silencing witnesses.) These are causes but not legitimate ones (unless you’re a power hungry maniac hell- bent on global empire). Then, you believe you are all-powerful. And subject to no one.

According to that definition, you are “evil “. You know and are intimately acquainted with and are operating in concert with it. Then, the new President puts you in jail. And, with that malevolence, ambition, and greed removed from the helm of our nation, down comes the empire of insurance companies, drug companies, and associated media outlets and tech companies keeping your corrupt empire in tact.

That’ll be good because knowing Evil is exhausting. I can’t even by a 50 cent notebook without seeing this on the inside flap: For researching other nations: visit cia.org/archives or some such message.

Does the CIA now educate our children? I thought Microsoft and Google were bad enough.
All Right… All Ri-i-ght!

May 1st, 2025

There aren’t exact letters and syllables to describe what came out of my mouth lately, when approached by a “Conservation Officer.” Sort like: “Ahm DOing ‘Awl RAGHT!!”

There are occasions when I remind myself of Vanna White. As a youngest child, I had to be very convincing to get attention. I’d brim with enthusiasm and gleam from every pore trying to demonstrate my idea or plan.

Eventually I decided, maybe these people just don’t like enthusiasm or ideas?? To make use of popular break up narrative: “It’s not you, it’s me,” I decided with some people: “NO, it’s not me. It’s YOU!” Then, exited stage left.

He was a rather pleasant looking Conservation Officer. My spell check accidently wrote: “C-o-n-v-e-r-s-a-t-i-o-n Officer” which accurately reflects my anxiety about authority lately. And, speaking.

Express one un-curated opinion about the state of the world, and assume your demise! So, eventually I stopped talking. No one listening, why bother??

While Officer Army Green was approaching, I shirked about what he may say. Being a northerner in the South, I already talked too fast- like freakishly fast at first. I believe they thought I was demon- possessed.

‘Sort of how foreign species speak on Star Trek: the rhythm, speed, frequency, and pitch of the language is genuinely ‘alien.’ It’s unfamiliar, different, and hard to understand.

Fortunately, the young man only tipped his hat politely to me (as men are accustomed to treating ladies in the South). Then, he said: ” How ‘R You do_in ? ” In a warm, full-bodied, and rhythmic tone.

Then, my inner Matthew McConaughey emerged and I said: ” Ahm do_in A-h-l RA-A-GHT! HOW You Do_in ? ” With affection.

Saved! I guess my habit of picking up behaviors and words from other people comes in handy. Even if it’s just a guy on YouTube.

Officer Charm went on visiting with other folks at the park. Next on his trail was an old black man who was fishing on a bench in his flannel shirt and jeans. His loyal wife sitting in the car nearby, while he enjoyed a few hours of respite.

I hoped he isn’t shirking and wincing too as the officer approached. But, they just chatted together a wh-i-i-i-le, observing the sun on the river, and gentle waves lapping on the shore by their feet.
Crushed or Squeezed?

April 30th, 2025

There’s a fine line I notice, between what may be considered affection…”a squeeze”, and the slightly more rigorous version, “the crush.” It’s possible the difference in perception depends on how ready you are when the squeeze/crush occurs.

Walmart reminded me of this phenomenon today. I feel like I have been squeezed and squeezed and crushed a few times since Covi_d. The pressure I can say certainly (if I am conscious of learning) helps me recognize what has value what does not.

For example, driving in Lynchburg, I realized in a SHTF scenario, a tattoo isn’t going to be worth much. The CVS isle labeled “Food” offered soda, chips, and other packaged/processed stuff that appears to be food.

Let’s face it, if I am starving chips soaked in industrial by-product corn oil isn’t going to save me. And there-in is “the crush.” Big businesses that have been selling us plastic sh** from China the last thirty years since “globalization,” are killing us. And, I hope they go bankrupt. Or, go to jail for it. Likely both.

Vikings are a hardy stock, rather frightening sorts (my ancestors); but, I am fortunate for the lessons learned. Always prepare for winter and emergencies. Keep dried beans. Be dependable! And useful. Sometimes, there isn’t anybody else around to help. If you don’t work, you don’t eat.

If I sound like a hardass it because my mother never let me loller on a couch as a child. When I asked her why can’t we have a couch like other families on the South Shore of Boston where I grew up, she said: “If we have a couch, you will be laying on it.”

Comfort wasn’t a thing at my house. I sure am thankful for that! Because there’s going to be a lot of uncomfortable folks out there that have only ever known comfort, ease, and security.

I use to envy those people growing up. I don’t envy them now.
Sergeant Lyle

April 29th, 2025

Last year, I was observing the rigorous role of Rooster while managing my hens. He was cocky, for sure – which may be mistaken for arrogance. Confidence that is well-placed in one’s calling and purpose can be mistaken for arrogance.

I mused happily, how nice for there to be a natural wake up call in our landscape! A sentry of sorts- valiant Rooster is- warning against the danger of sleeping too much.

That’s easy to say because I was reading about Roosters. I did not actually possess one. Let that be a warning against too much book learning: theories, postulations, and our best laid plans can be wasted instantly by our experience of reality.*

Take bitter pill here. It’s like eating spinach as I mentioned earlier, although spinach has high levels of some substance not so great for human health, turns out🤔

So, Lyle has taken up the role of ‘natural wake up call in the landscape.’ (Take bitter pill here, too.)

He is bossy and demanding. I am not sure who ‘programmed’ my lovable lion, but he is in earnest to wake me up. Whether I had a good night sleep or not. When I complain, he does not seem moved. Rooaaarrr!

So, I consider upon sober reflection that Lyle knows something I do not. There may be urgency trembling through the landscape that animals sense and I do not. I remember observing hens operate on a different frequency and respond to stimulus I could not observe with my natural eyes.

Yes, of course this is true. I am awake Universe! Sorry for not paying better attention!

*Reality defined as: what is true, authentic, and holds up against careful scrutiny. As opposed to Hollywood’s version of “reality” which is garbage-y, fantastic (as in not to be believed), and lacks authenticity.
Wrestling with Octopus

April 28th, 2025

Today, after several months of learning how to function as a digital citizen, I am a reluctant one at best. Being a modern person requires learning a whole new language, I discovered.

It’s a new world and has it’s own language. Young people know it. And, it’s not likely they are going to learn My language. So, I have to step in the direction of making peace with culture, such as it is. Somehow.

Kicking and screaming has abated. My blood pressure rises at times.

I gave an earful of displeasure to the fifth USAA customer ‘service’ person who said: “You must jump through this hoop now; wriggle around in this net… Then, we’d like 4 ways to confirm you are You” (so more digital jumps and tricks to perform). “THEN we will help you.”

“Is this helping Me?” I said. This isn’t easier than going to Rist Insurance in Turners Falls- a place where I dealt with human beings!

I know a labyrinth when I see one. It’s a maze and I must perform all the necessary ‘steps’ to access the cheese (insurance coverage, in this case).

So I must jump, writhe, squirm, dot this “i,” cross that “T” -just the way I am told- or, NO CHEESE for me.

“But, this isn’t easier than talking to a human being,” I said to the support person (who may or may not be human). “The system” created for my benefit and to make things easier for me, isn’t really achieving either.

“You work for me,” I said. (The system is an Octopus. It doesn’t understand English.)

I may be a peon to the insurance company. But, I am no peon to the universe. I have agency! And, the universe and I know an Octopus when we see one, and how to deal with it!
Abominable Me!

April 27th, 2025

Yesterday, I mentioned the liberty associated with clear thinking and a modest estimation of myself and my abilities. The social engineering of the last decades of my life are wearing off.

Although, I still ‘feel’ the draw to addictive foods, glittering screens with their ‘shiny happy people,’ the universe has bestowed upon us a great gift, I believe. The ability to discern what is real (authentic, genuine, and true) and what is fake (artificial, a facade only, no substantive value upon closer examination).

Now, the goal for me is to use my gift and not be distracted by illusions. That’s the goal of the “glitterati;” the shiny happy people who ooze hedonism from every pore and sell it to us.

That is their addiction! The need us to fuel their sales, their vanity, and corrupt empire of slavery and profit.

Eve must regret eating the forbidden apple. If I am to believe there existed some prior experience of human happiness that is free of human corruption and slavery, then, the promise of the serpent in the story must be an exceptionally crafted one. And, it must like all false things fall apart upon closer examination.

The serpent in the story promises Eve: “If you eat the forbidden fruit, you shall know good and evil. You shall be like gods,” I believe is the essence. They would no longer be subjects of an Eternal Good God, it claims. Adam and Eve could be their own masters (therefore not subject to anyone else.)

With all due respect to people who are highly educated, and lifelong devotees to human progress under the guise of Science: is it not obvious that human beings are indeed what prophets and seers, artists and poets, writers have warned for centuries: in a battle of colossal proportions against our worst natures?

The serpent who tempts us to disobey God, and promises us god-like power is clearly lying. I believe it is a lie not because the story claims he’s lying. But, because who wants to know evil?? I’d much rather being playing with Lyle, my loyal, lion friend. Or, reading some great book. Free of care.

But, no. Now I “know” evil.😞

Evil is rebellious, hateful and malevolent. That’s where empires that crush people come from: the love of power rather than the love of what’s good.

Evil lies to us and tells us things are ”good’ when actually they bad. It’s like a giant octopus trying to wrestle us into submission. And, it gets really angry when we say no.

So, the current question is for us: now that we ‘know’ evil: we recognize it, experience it, we’ve had a relationship with it (willingly or unknowingly), how do we like the world when human beings possess god-like power?
What a Tangled Web

April 26th, 2025

If you’ve missed a step or two, or few, in my journey from raising hens to raising myself, I have made sense of my troubled existence. Finally.

The missing element of wonder that I experienced in childhood has alluded me for many years, being troubled by cares of this world. And raising hens. Sometimes when you care about someone else you emerge your best self, I believe.

We don’t care about ourselves as we should. One journalist observes that people will take all measures for pets they love. But, fail to take similar measures of care and concern for their own well-being.

We’ve been conditioned to believe ‘others’ and living for others is what is required. But, we are not slaves to other people’s needs.

As Scarlett O’Hara says to her sick friend, Melanie: “Go back to back to bed! You’re no good to anybody if you’re dead.” (Scarlett was rather stressed from shooting a Yankee trespasser who died in a pool of blood on her floor in the story Gone with the Wind.)

Scarlett was direct and modern in behavior and speech, like Rhett Butler. Like northerners are today. Grace, kindness, and cushion-y speech that may ease the blow of what your saying was not her gift. (Compared to my southern neighbors, it’s not my gift either.)

Anyhow, compassion can be a tool of prey. I believe the amount of gas-lighting and shaming in our culture is proof we are being manipulated by our emotions.

We all want to feel a sense of self worth. And, ‘doing good’ helps us experience that. Often.

But, telling the truth (which required for functional adults): How much ‘good’ have we all done, never to see the desired end result of happiness, in ourselves or others for whom it is intended?

There is an ocean of human needs. And, though the Liberal New World Order promised us a quasi capitalist-socialist solution to meet those needs, it isn’t working! The solution to human needs cannot be top down. No system can solve the troubles of a human heart.

So, the happy news is after everything I’ve been taught to believe since birth- that’s been reinforced by media, public schools, by politicians- as it all falls apart, I am actually excited.

Inter-dimensional urging don’t fail me now!
Wright, Write, or Right?

April 25th, 2025

The rate of things happening that I do not understand is bordering on frightening. I’ve gotta go, again. But, Where? And, How?

Its possible the urge to “do this” or “don’t do that” I’ve experienced in the past shall suffice to be my guide. There is nothing else holding me up and holding me together as my world and its illusions are falling apart.

I’ve been looking and looking. I even looked behind the curtain at the Lentin Service I mentioned. It didn’t seem like anybody was there.

So, I have to be an adult and break the pattern of permanent infantilism created by my T.V. upbringing and now our glittering social media culture.

Being an adult I imagine means employing all my faculties: two eyes, two ears, a heart, or “core”- a root word from which we get “courage”. Plus, I need to open the door to the interdimensional urging (previous generations call this “the conscience”).

Well then, the epiphany of the day is: My whole previous existence was designed by people whose determined purpose was for me NOT to listen to my conscience at all. Or, use my brain.

What a shabby definition of a being a human being from one whose had 17 years of public education!

That explains the labyrinth of my brain from which there appears no escape! I’ve been ‘wired’ by culture to work and watch T.V.. Eat Kraft Macaroni cheese. Repeat.

I’v been like a rat in a maze and my reward isn’t even real food. Its addictive cheese-like substance made in a lab!

No wonder the universe gives us a “conscience.” It must see us as more valuable than slaves and rats.

I found the cheese! Finally! It’s real cheese! And it’s delicious! 😄