In Turd’s absence, I thought I’d start typing and see what comes out, because we must have new reading, new stimulation, and somewhere to post our ideas, somewhere that is not five or six pages deep in a website.
School began this week for me, increasing my stress levels, demanding my time. I had also committed to work for a local tax preparer for the season to make some extra fiat. After our first staff meeting at the tax service, my wife and I took our new old car to the mechanic to see about replacing a motor mount and sealing a transmission leak. While we were chatting with the mechanic and admiring his large collection of exotic parrots and cockatoos, the price of gas came up and I got on my soapbox and began preaching that this is not a good sign, and not good for the economy. Then I felt strange. I recognized that I was about to black out and looked for a chair…
I was dreaming about renovating a house in Colorado when I felt myself being awakened. I opened my eyes and stared at a dirty shop floor with a large pool of blood under my face. I became lucid as my wife and the mechanic helped me to stand up. They began applying first aid to stop the bleeding as I realized what happened.
Back in 1995 I became dehydrated working construction in an Arizona summer, blacked out at work and slammed the back of my head on a concrete floor as I crumpled to the ground. Good thing I was wearing a hard-hat or it would have killed me. Since that time, whenever I feel too much stress, the symptoms of that original injury return for a moment. On rare occasions I black out. Usually I just sense a deja-vu feeling as people are speaking. Then it passes. I take the occasion to examine my life and see where I have taken on too much responsibility. I went for 6 years without an episode while I was blissfully ignorant from 2000 to 2006.
On this occasion, I was talking about the price of oil and what it means. Red flag!
I have become more stressed than I realize about all this manipulation, plot and schemes, nail guns, fiat-printing, mainstream propaganda, police militarization, false flags, attacks, war-mongering, job destruction, etc., and there is not a damn thing I can do to change it. We have prepared our family as best as we can and are simply waiting, continuing to maintain our supplies and bolster our extended vacation-home plan.
Meanwhile life goes on. Our adult kids still live at home, attend college and work at low paying jobs. I have a good job with responsibilities that are not overwhelming. My wife’s business is prospering.
But my obsession with watching and waiting has taken its toll. Something has to change. I have taken a weight on my shoulders that I should have left out there on the internet. My wife is getting tired of hearing me talk about current events. And I am getting tired of smashing my face on mechanic shop floors. Somehow I have to simplify my life and NOT let all the stuff we talk about here get to me.
I have resigned from the tax preparation job. That made a big difference this week for my stress. And somehow, I have to be able to keep an eye on current events without getting obsessed. I suspect it is just a matter of how much time I spend reading. But I cannot stop reading all together or I’ll not be ready when events demand it. But I must reduce my stress from the economic news.
I suppose my great concern has been, “will I be caught flat-footed if the collapse is sudden?” If it is sudden, involving a banking crisis that freezes liquidity and suspends banking transactions, I want to know in time to take some cash, do a final stock up of goods and buy enough gasoline to get somewhere before the rest of the town figures out what just happened, because the stores may be closed and empty by evening. So I read extensively three or four times a day.
But I suspect a quick scan of the headlines each morning as the markets open, and reading a bit in the afternoon to catch up is all that is needed. With that much attention, we can stay on our toes. All y’all here will keep us apprised of significant stories that indicate what may come and when. We could even subscribe to twitter and get “the big heads up” sent directly and immediately. I certainly did not miss the SNB story the other morning—even though my lips were too swollen to talk articulately and my mind cloudy. This week’s news was significant:
- Price of gas dropping—this is not good
- Russia pulls out of petrodollar—bad for the dollar
- SNB cuts peg—system cracking—good for gold, head’s up.
But seriously, we didn’t need to know every detail about all three stories to just to stay on our toes. We are getting closer. That’s all we need to take from it. We have to take care of our emotional and mental health through all this Keynesian-krap. At lease I do, or I may be more of a burden to my family than a help. The past 4 years have been difficult with large percentage losses in physical silver, ridicule of family and friends, and being continually jumpy about every significant news story. It takes a toll.
Relax Jerome. Enjoy the morning. Read your bible and pray. You are ready for what comes—at least more than 98% of your neighbors. You see, we are the other 1%--not filthy rich, but ready for a new economy. If the end comes gradually, we can pay a bit more attention and take action as needed. If it ends suddenly, we can mosey to the gas station, then down to the store and come home with some goods before the neighbors know what’s up. And if TPTB pulls off another stick save, we’ll rotate the stock and keep watching.
I write all this because I suspect I am not the only one struggling emotionally and perhaps physically.
I did this painting when I was about 13. Walked up north of town where we lived with my oil paints and sat on the hillside for a few hours and worked. Very relaxing.