Kimberly Steele

I'm putting off my usual post this week, which was the Seven Deadly Sins series, for a more pressing topic.  I suppose most of you have read the debacle that is JMG's astrological forecast for the Presidential Inauguration on January 20, 2021. If you haven't, to be terse, he describes it as "The most relentlessly malefic mundane chart I have ever studied".  In a word, yikes.

As I stated in a recent Dreamwidth post and accompanying video, I believe that a Biden Presidency will usher in a Great Depression.  Unfortunately, if Trump gets in, my Ogham (which are now pointing to the unlikelihood of a Trump 2020 - 2024 presidency, by the way) are predicting civil war, most likely in the form of insurgency and unorganized, bitter, guerrilla, small-scale flash points.  I fear civil war, but the thing I fear far more is a second Great Depression.  Frankly, I'm not ready.  I'm quite scrappy, and yes, I have realized that our civilization is on the downward slope of Hubbert's curve for a while now, but until eight months ago, I did not have the free time to learn to do the laundry list of homesteady things that will be the bridge into the deindustrial future.  

I'm still trying to process my anger at the people who have bought into the lockdowns and therefore helped to extend and worsen them.  This is especially bitter as the holidays arrive.  In my opinion, COVID hysteria was yet another botched attempt to get the Orange Man out of the Whitehouse after the failure of #metoo, impeachment, and BLM riots to do the job.  The oddest part of it is that the people who will cause the next Great Depression in the US, the Biden-supporting globalists, the so-called Progressives, and all those who bought into fear porn, will soon find their own unacknowledged privileges crumbling if mass financial disaster arrives.  The Professional Managerial Class needs to be on suicide watch.  Those who were the most fervent partakers in the circus of rackets that puffed up the economy over the last 50 or so years -- the sickcare industry, colleges/universities, infotainment, and insurance -- will suffer the most intensely as their way of life goes the way of the Ford Edsel.  I don't get it. 

I'm finding it hard to focus on the positive, and of course there is plenty of it.  I no longer care about money.  This was a lifelong challenge of mine that has been bested.  I have almost zero money anxiety issues at this point; I can't be bothered to care.  Not even if I go hungry or homeless.  I'll do my best to stop hunger or homelessness from happening of course (I've got an indoor cat and at least 2 outdoor ones plus a husband that depends on me) but I certainly won't blame myself if I lose everything as I might have done before.  The PMC I mentioned earlier, however, probably won't be so calm.  They also have a great deal more to lose. 

Let's look at my skills, shall we?  I will show you mine if you will show me yours.   

I can cook from scratch from almost nothing.  

I don't have any emotional reactions to my bank account when it says I have $8 to my name or that I'm overdrawn.  

I live in a tiny house that costs as little as humanly possible in a modest neighborhood.  We don't do associations or their fees here.

I am a somewhat capable gardener and I saved seeds this year.  

I don't bore easily and if the internet were shut down and I couldn't drive or go to work forever, I'd still have far too much to do in this lifetime.

I'm robustly healthy.  I walked 8 miles for fun on my 47th birthday this year and barely felt it.

I am a writer and musician.

I am not in debt except for my mortgage.

Now let's look at my shortcomings:

I don't like sewing machines and I cannot knit or crochet to save my life.

I don't own a gun and I wouldn't trust my marksmanship if I did.

I live in an area that was first to lock down and will be on the front lines when the economy tanks.  Said area is overrun with psychotic Professional Managerial Class types.

I don't have any savings; what little I was able to save was eaten by the first lockdown.

If everything goes to hell, I'm going to have to figure out how to move two pianos.

I have not grown beans, potatoes, hard shell squash, or cucumbers successfully at this time.

I know how to can but I have never canned by myself.

I may be healthy, but most of my loved ones are battling one or more chronic diseases.  

I have studied herbalism intensely but I have not done much in the realm of herbalism.

So that's where I'm at.  I am stockpiling supplies despite being in a bad financial position.  My goal is to put away enough rice, beans, pasta, sugar, vegetable oil, and canned fruit to last my husband and I six months.  I have already ordered seeds from Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds because seeds and plant starts were nearly impossible to get in spring 2020 in Illinois.  I'm going to embark on soapmaking after Thanksgiving -- that's one I have put off for a small eternity despite possessing the necessary supplies.  I'm planning for a lean, homespun Christmas.  My loved ones will receive a motley assortment of handmade gifts of homemade soups, salad dressing, sweets, bath bombs, macrame, and perhaps some Dollar Tree toys, I hope that's good enough because it is already turning out to be an exceptionally lean year.  And of course I'll be praying for all who ask me to pray on their behalf to the gods as well as performing Orphic Hymns every day as per usual on my Youtube channel.  

The terrifying part for me is trying to keep my Studio up and running if poop is hitting the fan because of either Depression or civil insurgency.  Fingers crossed that neither of those happen.  I'm already thinking of setting up my subscription library in the much underused commercial space as I have enough books to begin, I think.  Mainly, my goal of late is to do constructive things instead of wallowing in anger at the PMC for crushing my business and other businesses like it.  Today I arranged over 30 pages of music for my sheet music store.  

Please let me know your thoughts and what you guys are doing to prepare, if anything.  Of course as always I could be wrong about what is coming -- I sincerely hope to be wrong!  I thank you in advance for refraining from profanity in the comments.