Dan and Sheila Gendron, Contributors
Some may call it a self-imposed exile, but several years ago we separated ourselves from so-called “society”. It’s a 90-minute ride to even get to a town from here, mostly across dirt ranch road, some of it “primitive” (white knuckles). About a year ago, our Ford Bronco died, and we got swindled out of $3000 for a replacement truck that . . . well, long story, but suffice to say we haven’t had a vehicle since then. We haven’t left the ranch in about a year. The handful of times we had visitors since then, they have been so kind as to bring us up some small amount of groceries for a “treat” or two, but we gained something very special in that time – perspective.
It’s not like we’ve always lived so remotely and we don’t know what the other side of the world is like. Many of the past 25 years we lived in suburbia, raising our kids and working our successful business. We traversed the country more times than I can count as we drove to the seminars we taught, kids in tow, giving them a better education than they could have gotten in a classroom. We stayed in major cities when we, too, were involved in the never-ending rat race. We went to restaurants too crowded to enjoy a meal, we took the kids to the requisite amusement parks, we stayed in hotels that didn’t realize their business was hospitality. But our vision was always to walk away from that life, towards one more connected to the nature part of human nature. To live a more natural life, abiding by natural law – which is the only absolute law under which humanity lives, anyway, whether we know it or not. As our culture fights natural law, believing that it can overcome the natural consequences of our actions, we simply screw things up for ourselves.
In fulfilling our vision, in breaking away from riding that wave all the way to the shore, we halted those pieces of personality from their natural path within the human psyche – their final destination to dehumanize those caught within it.
What we see from our vantage point is too many people living around millions of other people and having no connection to them whatsoever. Thirty years or so ago, and for a couple of years, I commuted from New Jersey to my job in Manhattan by train, walking through Penn Station at the rush hours to get to and from my office. This was about the time that the Sony Walkman (a personal audio cassette player if you’re really that young!) was developed. Daily I saw hordes of people, walking around – no, shuffling around, it was too crowded to really walk – who believed that if they had their Walkman headphones on in that sea of bodies they would be carried away to a place that was not so frighteningly crowded. They actually felt like they had some kind of privacy while trying to catch the next train home. It was like thinking that if you close your eyes, the world no longer exists.
What we see from our vantage point is too many people trying so hard to keep their heads above water that they are sure to drown. It’s so hard these days to just make a mortgage or rent payment, hard – and soon to be much harder – to feed yourself and your family a satisfying meal (let alone what is available as food) that the population can do little else but think of themselves. By financial and other manipulations by TPTB, we have been taken from a prosperous culture with a bright and hopeful future to a slave society with no future other than to push papers around, serve a hamburger, or take a government job in which we can get to feel superior to the masses, so that we can pay for our own room and board while any spare change goes to the top echelons, leaving most people with no time to be kind and considerate to themselves nor to others. It’s an attempt to drain the life’s blood of your soul.
What we see from our vantage point is too many people who have no soul left, no more light of intelligence, common sense or even lust for life left in their eyes, following the daily routine they have been given to follow without question of its rationale.
The masses wait placidly on line to be physically molested or irradiated for the privilege of boarding an airplane, watching silently as the 87-year-old granny is strip searched for a fabled threat.
Too many drivers go past and don’t really see the newly stacked jersey barriers on the highway that wait their turn to be used to choke off the traffic flow. Or they stop dutifully to offer proof of license and insurance for no reason other than the sheer control factor (can I make you stop along your journey?) to the goons who guard the “king’s roads”.
What we see from our vantage point is too many people who think that if something doesn’t affect them, it has no relevance in the world at all. So it’s alright to disrespect those who offer you kindness, to confuse that kindness as something to be tread upon because that disrespect somehow makes you a rung further up on the ladder of society. As long as they don’t have to give up their 62” plasma TV or their nightly rack of beer, all is well with the world.
Well, all is not right with the world. It’s been orchestrated by those who wish to make us forget that we are all one. They do so because that oneness is our power. Each of us is connected to the same universal energy. We are all made of the same electrons, protons and neutrons and so are the stars and planets that surround us. And there are energies all around us of which we do not even conceive at this juncture in history. So we all have something at stake. We are all one.
There is a Cardinal Rule for humanity, based on allowing higher energies to flow… Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. It’s not a matter of how big your house is. It’s not a matter of what church you attend. It’s not a matter of what you learned in school. It’s a matter of how much kindness and positive intentions we give to each other. And do this good for others not because they are the same religion as you, not because they are the same color as you, not because they are in the same financial stratus as you – do it because we are all brothers and sisters in humanity. What you do to the least of us is done to all of us, so choose what you do wisely.
TPTB are about separating us. They do this because separately we are easily dominated. What connects us is the humanity we show each other:
hu-man-i-ty n. pl. hu-man-i-ties
Human benevolence (a positive act toward another human) is what we want to try to achieve. Without one bullet being fired, if we can learn this one thing – to consider another before ourselves and to accept the kindness of others – we could defeat TPTB in a single day. As in the final scene of the movie, “V for Vendetta”, when all the people come together, unarmed but for their understanding of righteousness; no bullets, no cannons, no goon squads could defeat them.
The next time you have a chance, smile at someone you don’t know. The next time you have a chance, do a kindness for someone that in no way could ever benefit you, without them even asking. If we have love for others as well as for ourselves in our hearts and take action on that, we have higher consciousness. Without it we are stuck in lower consciousness. Don’t allow TPTB to take what is rightfully yours – the understanding that we are all one and that understanding is power. Show some humanity today and reap the rewards.
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Dan & Sheila are the authors of Surviving Survivalism – How to Avoid Survivalism Culture Shock, and hosts of the free podcast, Still Surviving with Dan & Sheila. For questions about space in their Intentional Survivalist Community or other survivalist issues, they can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.