Oh my Good Citizen, damn you're a fine writer and as funny as they come.
I don't know how to solve your money dilemma. Well, I have some ideas but only to solve it for everyone so that escaping isn't necessary. I think that 2025 will be a transitional year of things breaking down for good--and I mean 'for good' literally.
What do you really want? To have the last solar-powered lifeboat when the Titanic sinks or to reach shore? I don't blame you for wanting the lifeboat, I just don't know how to prioritize who should get them.
Whatever you decide, I'm grateful for your clarity and the opportunity to tell you, while I still can.
Thanks Tereza. It's not so much a money issue as a time=money issue. I'm balancing three projects atm and the other two have considerably more leverage on that equation, not as much joy and pleasure as writing here, so that's a balancing issue. The sailboat is not prohibitively expensive, it's all the other side fees: maintenance, docking/marina fees, refueling, emergency global medical insurance, evac insurance in case I scuttle her on some reefs because my Sailing For Dummies book gave me bad advice. I suppose you're right, though. When the autonomous black mirror drones go rogue, they'll find me, and then it's not a lifeboat anymore, just a holding vessel for a witnessless assassination. But between sailing and that point, I do hope the fishing is good.
I hope for good fishing too, and a lifetime of good sailing without needing to run away to do it. Even a global community of other sailors who provide rescue to those in need, much like those who love hiking and climbing get credentialed in search and rescue.
Maybe your home marina will have an H2O BnB, so that you can rent your space out for hosting tokens, good at any sibling city marina around the world.
And mostly, I'd see you earning edu-travel tokens for teaching what you know--both in writing form and content--to aspiring good citizen journalists on every continent.
To make money from your art is to aim too low. As I quote from Gregory David Roberts on my recent piece, "Money isn't the root of all evil. Evil is the root of all money."
I think 2025 could be the year we imagine the kind of credit system we want to replace the parasitic money that's usurped our labor. What I imagine is that in-person time = carets, my community credit. A maximum annual lets you get to 'enough' by being a good citizen and useful person in your community for 20-30 hrs a week. With the rest, you can give the best of yourself away. And get tokens of appreciation, which might be good for something in the places you'll go.
When I was but a sprout I wanted to sail around the world aboard a 50 footer. After reading the accounts of those brave souls who've owned a yacht it became clear that sailing was all about travelling slowly at great expense. It, and the dream to be an airline pilot, faded with my eyesight.
Boy would I like to count you a neighbor and friend! We could have some awesome conversations and laugh till our sides hurt!
This post is filled with simple truth and I agree with everything you wrote. The world needs many more folks such as yourself. I am not so far from Kansas. In NW MO actually. We live a lot like you are thinking to in western KS.
Thank you for what you share and best wishes for your journey.
GC, I have been reading your stack since 22, I remember it was late in the year and we still had Covid hell and little tyrant Karens in full mask where we live.
I donβt recall how I was linked to your site, perhaps it was Lewrockwell, used to read that site and a few others, no longer, itβs you and Don Jeffries and thatβs it. Maybe just random luck on my behalf to find you, but I am sad to hear your considering moving on.
I consider myself somewhat unique in that I have zero friends (wife is my soulmate) and have zero repeat interactions with people daily other than the cashier at my local grocer. I have been watching people intently since 2020 and I have seen a rapid decline in humans, enjoying anyone I come into contact with is very rare if not impossible, itβs got to be 1/100 would I consider good people. Itβs not that people are all bad, they are just mostly soulless slaves to something they cannot even touch or define.
I guess the ones that are the most sane are the ones who just live their best lives and ignore everything they possibly can on this engineered shit hole we call earth.
When in doubt, go back to the roots of your writing, tell the simple truths and out the most untouched lies like you have always done.
Dearest GC: i would like to increase my subscription amount. How do i do this without cancelling then resubscribing? My right hand is in God's, my left in yours. I am so proud to have met you if only in the ethers. I never say much believing i've not much worth listening to but know always I am reading you and heeding you. Come what may, please keep in touch. You have my email address. I will do whatever i can in your attempt to make the world abetter place to be by speaking truth to power. Godspeed. Lyn
Lyn, Iβm humbled by your words. Truly. Thereβs no need to increase anything, just knowing youβre out there, reading and heeding, is more than enough. Whatever becomes of this Substack down the line, Iβll stay in touch with my readers. The response so far today has been incredible. Even the emails and messages of support have given my spirit a boost. The flock was always and always will be the most sacred part of this journey.
I haven't even read this one yet but in all honesty, this is one the few substacks, maybe even the only one, I am ever willing to put any money into going forward. I was a paid subscriber here for a couple of months in total in the past but I can't really afford to be a permanent one. Though, all respect to you. You are telling it as it truly is. So sick and tired of shils or idiots selling half truths.
You are correct. Thereβs a difference between trying to be as healthy as possible and merely trying to forestall your death. The former is sensible self maintenance and the latter is driven by fear.
I love your writing. It's true that impermanence makes us savor things with more intensity. But if my request reinforces your desire to keep communicating with those of us who treasure what you have to say, there it is: please stay...
The ancients embraced the first, mortal death, but they feared the second, spiritual death. In their lust for power, sadly many of these lost souls may die twice. I pray for them.
Glad you mentioned Huberman - he's the Rogan of biohacking - there to coddle lost boys and lost sheep to the slaughter.
FYI here's a piece on Thiel's fascination with Lord of the Rings, drones, and AI killware:
Thanks Roman. A great piece by the Power Couple. Invisible borders and algorithmic supremacy. Weβre witnessing a shift in ontological power under the pretense of βdefenseβ and βinnovationβ the two words that have been the downfall of the west for decades. They translate to βoffenseβ and βannhilationβ without repercussions. The ability to see all, know all, and strike without presence, with no recourse for victims.
i didnβt take a second cup o joe cause reading this was all i needed. a powerful upper cut to the βrubber faced ghoulsβ damn. well done. bravoππ½π€π½ππ½
Excellent piece, GC. I especially loved your poetic rhetoric on death and dying at the end. And there's also the line from the movie Blue Sky, where the pilot tells his girl: I want to live forever. And she replies: That's why we have kids.
That was one of your best. Coincidentally my tiny family has been drubbed with this same message by me. We are together and happy, healthy. This is the best; damn everything else. Whatever decision you make regarding what you end up doing, being a sod buster, sailer, writer, be it the best. Thank you from down here.
"Self-defiling cyber begging" that is the best I've ever heard it described. My advice is to write for yourself, only when it is cathartic...and just share for free. You are preaching to the choir here. My wake-up call to stop offering help to idiots was 2020. If the vast majority fell for the scamdemic (and most of those I knew) there was zero chance I could have turned them in 1990. I realized I had been wasting my time for the prior 30 years.
After 35 years in astrology I know my subject. I used to offer...nay...try to persuade...folks to let me read for them for free. I'm pretty sure now, that people just don't put any value on something without a price tag. I was urged repeatedly to "honor my work" by charging. This thought made me feel physically sick. I was correct. It is patently clear to me now how debasing that would have been. My reply was always: "No one is going to pay you to tell them the truth. You will never be told the unvarnished truth from an astrologer whom you are paying". The irony is that now, when I have lost interest in helping clueless people, I have been getting a lot of requests for readings. Sorry...it's too late. If one has not now put total trust in Christ Jesus...what the stars have to say about their future is just window dressing anyway. The hour is late.
Interesting experiences Kris, and some wise words. This is a dilemma I've been tumbling with for the past two years. Once commerce is involved then the stakes change and there's that voice in the back of the auditorium in betwee performances calling for 'growth' and 'metrics' and 'you'll lose readers if you write that GC!' and on many occasions I've had to reach for the compound bow in my chest on stage and take aim for him in the audience, but it's dark, and I risk hitting innocents so I still haven't killed that voice yet. Sooner than later, I'll run up the aisle and find him and choke him out.
Unfortunately, I am still suffering nearby your old neighborhood. The struggle over my dad's estate has turned brutal...it's like a bad movie...and with his widow clinging to life...it's only going to get worse. I know I am going with emotion instead logic...I should just give up and flee...but ancient conflicts with siblings tend to be raw. My relationship with my four siblings disintegrated in 1990, when I became a "conspiracy theorist" due to Gulf War I. I struggle to keep gardening the land I have been working for 50 years. Nothing grows like it used to. Seeds just don't germinate. Horrible cold, wet Springs required repeat plantings.
I worry about the fate of Mexico. I recently saw a photo of the Jewess with a red Kabbalah string around her wrist. She will finish the job started by Plutarco Calles.
Iβm happy I subscribed early on (2022β¦ on boyβ¦time flies)β¦The world has changed, we all have, and it feels like I have been growing with your continued excellent writingβ¦ Sure hope youβll manage to get on that sailboat!
"...courage greater than Olympia..." Yep, that's what really living is vs the quiet desperation of existing. Which is why the techbro crew are simply tiny, scared little kiddies, masquerading as grownups.π
You are a fabulous writer and I am proud to be a subscriber. World governments keep taking our money bit by bit, so eventually we won't have any extra to support truth tellers. But until then, I will gladly support you. These people have no soul and they forget that the death rate is still one per person. No one gets out of here alive.
Oh my Good Citizen, damn you're a fine writer and as funny as they come.
I don't know how to solve your money dilemma. Well, I have some ideas but only to solve it for everyone so that escaping isn't necessary. I think that 2025 will be a transitional year of things breaking down for good--and I mean 'for good' literally.
What do you really want? To have the last solar-powered lifeboat when the Titanic sinks or to reach shore? I don't blame you for wanting the lifeboat, I just don't know how to prioritize who should get them.
Whatever you decide, I'm grateful for your clarity and the opportunity to tell you, while I still can.
Thanks Tereza. It's not so much a money issue as a time=money issue. I'm balancing three projects atm and the other two have considerably more leverage on that equation, not as much joy and pleasure as writing here, so that's a balancing issue. The sailboat is not prohibitively expensive, it's all the other side fees: maintenance, docking/marina fees, refueling, emergency global medical insurance, evac insurance in case I scuttle her on some reefs because my Sailing For Dummies book gave me bad advice. I suppose you're right, though. When the autonomous black mirror drones go rogue, they'll find me, and then it's not a lifeboat anymore, just a holding vessel for a witnessless assassination. But between sailing and that point, I do hope the fishing is good.
I hope for good fishing too, and a lifetime of good sailing without needing to run away to do it. Even a global community of other sailors who provide rescue to those in need, much like those who love hiking and climbing get credentialed in search and rescue.
Maybe your home marina will have an H2O BnB, so that you can rent your space out for hosting tokens, good at any sibling city marina around the world.
And mostly, I'd see you earning edu-travel tokens for teaching what you know--both in writing form and content--to aspiring good citizen journalists on every continent.
To make money from your art is to aim too low. As I quote from Gregory David Roberts on my recent piece, "Money isn't the root of all evil. Evil is the root of all money."
I think 2025 could be the year we imagine the kind of credit system we want to replace the parasitic money that's usurped our labor. What I imagine is that in-person time = carets, my community credit. A maximum annual lets you get to 'enough' by being a good citizen and useful person in your community for 20-30 hrs a week. With the rest, you can give the best of yourself away. And get tokens of appreciation, which might be good for something in the places you'll go.
At least that would be my proposal. Yours may differ. Here's my latest and one on why one-economy-doesn't-fit-all: https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/good-vs-evil and https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/five-feminine-economies.
When I was but a sprout I wanted to sail around the world aboard a 50 footer. After reading the accounts of those brave souls who've owned a yacht it became clear that sailing was all about travelling slowly at great expense. It, and the dream to be an airline pilot, faded with my eyesight.
Boy would I like to count you a neighbor and friend! We could have some awesome conversations and laugh till our sides hurt!
This post is filled with simple truth and I agree with everything you wrote. The world needs many more folks such as yourself. I am not so far from Kansas. In NW MO actually. We live a lot like you are thinking to in western KS.
Thank you for what you share and best wishes for your journey.
Thanks Dawn. That's very kind.
If I'm headed out your way, you'll read about it here.
Then we'll have those laughing side aches.
GC, I have been reading your stack since 22, I remember it was late in the year and we still had Covid hell and little tyrant Karens in full mask where we live.
I donβt recall how I was linked to your site, perhaps it was Lewrockwell, used to read that site and a few others, no longer, itβs you and Don Jeffries and thatβs it. Maybe just random luck on my behalf to find you, but I am sad to hear your considering moving on.
I consider myself somewhat unique in that I have zero friends (wife is my soulmate) and have zero repeat interactions with people daily other than the cashier at my local grocer. I have been watching people intently since 2020 and I have seen a rapid decline in humans, enjoying anyone I come into contact with is very rare if not impossible, itβs got to be 1/100 would I consider good people. Itβs not that people are all bad, they are just mostly soulless slaves to something they cannot even touch or define.
I guess the ones that are the most sane are the ones who just live their best lives and ignore everything they possibly can on this engineered shit hole we call earth.
When in doubt, go back to the roots of your writing, tell the simple truths and out the most untouched lies like you have always done.
Dearest GC: i would like to increase my subscription amount. How do i do this without cancelling then resubscribing? My right hand is in God's, my left in yours. I am so proud to have met you if only in the ethers. I never say much believing i've not much worth listening to but know always I am reading you and heeding you. Come what may, please keep in touch. You have my email address. I will do whatever i can in your attempt to make the world abetter place to be by speaking truth to power. Godspeed. Lyn
Lyn, Iβm humbled by your words. Truly. Thereβs no need to increase anything, just knowing youβre out there, reading and heeding, is more than enough. Whatever becomes of this Substack down the line, Iβll stay in touch with my readers. The response so far today has been incredible. Even the emails and messages of support have given my spirit a boost. The flock was always and always will be the most sacred part of this journey.
ππ
I haven't even read this one yet but in all honesty, this is one the few substacks, maybe even the only one, I am ever willing to put any money into going forward. I was a paid subscriber here for a couple of months in total in the past but I can't really afford to be a permanent one. Though, all respect to you. You are telling it as it truly is. So sick and tired of shils or idiots selling half truths.
You are correct. Thereβs a difference between trying to be as healthy as possible and merely trying to forestall your death. The former is sensible self maintenance and the latter is driven by fear.
I love your writing. It's true that impermanence makes us savor things with more intensity. But if my request reinforces your desire to keep communicating with those of us who treasure what you have to say, there it is: please stay...
The ancients embraced the first, mortal death, but they feared the second, spiritual death. In their lust for power, sadly many of these lost souls may die twice. I pray for them.
Glad you mentioned Huberman - he's the Rogan of biohacking - there to coddle lost boys and lost sheep to the slaughter.
FYI here's a piece on Thiel's fascination with Lord of the Rings, drones, and AI killware:
https://romanshapoval.substack.com/p/drones-and-the-us-space-force
Thanks Roman. A great piece by the Power Couple. Invisible borders and algorithmic supremacy. Weβre witnessing a shift in ontological power under the pretense of βdefenseβ and βinnovationβ the two words that have been the downfall of the west for decades. They translate to βoffenseβ and βannhilationβ without repercussions. The ability to see all, know all, and strike without presence, with no recourse for victims.
https://romanshapoval.substack.com/p/drones-and-the-us-space-force
i didnβt take a second cup o joe cause reading this was all i needed. a powerful upper cut to the βrubber faced ghoulsβ damn. well done. bravoππ½π€π½ππ½
Excellent piece, GC. I especially loved your poetic rhetoric on death and dying at the end. And there's also the line from the movie Blue Sky, where the pilot tells his girl: I want to live forever. And she replies: That's why we have kids.
Great line.
That was one of your best. Coincidentally my tiny family has been drubbed with this same message by me. We are together and happy, healthy. This is the best; damn everything else. Whatever decision you make regarding what you end up doing, being a sod buster, sailer, writer, be it the best. Thank you from down here.
Thanks Kurt. And thanks for the message from Panama.
"Self-defiling cyber begging" that is the best I've ever heard it described. My advice is to write for yourself, only when it is cathartic...and just share for free. You are preaching to the choir here. My wake-up call to stop offering help to idiots was 2020. If the vast majority fell for the scamdemic (and most of those I knew) there was zero chance I could have turned them in 1990. I realized I had been wasting my time for the prior 30 years.
After 35 years in astrology I know my subject. I used to offer...nay...try to persuade...folks to let me read for them for free. I'm pretty sure now, that people just don't put any value on something without a price tag. I was urged repeatedly to "honor my work" by charging. This thought made me feel physically sick. I was correct. It is patently clear to me now how debasing that would have been. My reply was always: "No one is going to pay you to tell them the truth. You will never be told the unvarnished truth from an astrologer whom you are paying". The irony is that now, when I have lost interest in helping clueless people, I have been getting a lot of requests for readings. Sorry...it's too late. If one has not now put total trust in Christ Jesus...what the stars have to say about their future is just window dressing anyway. The hour is late.
Interesting experiences Kris, and some wise words. This is a dilemma I've been tumbling with for the past two years. Once commerce is involved then the stakes change and there's that voice in the back of the auditorium in betwee performances calling for 'growth' and 'metrics' and 'you'll lose readers if you write that GC!' and on many occasions I've had to reach for the compound bow in my chest on stage and take aim for him in the audience, but it's dark, and I risk hitting innocents so I still haven't killed that voice yet. Sooner than later, I'll run up the aisle and find him and choke him out.
Are you still in Mexico btw?
Unfortunately, I am still suffering nearby your old neighborhood. The struggle over my dad's estate has turned brutal...it's like a bad movie...and with his widow clinging to life...it's only going to get worse. I know I am going with emotion instead logic...I should just give up and flee...but ancient conflicts with siblings tend to be raw. My relationship with my four siblings disintegrated in 1990, when I became a "conspiracy theorist" due to Gulf War I. I struggle to keep gardening the land I have been working for 50 years. Nothing grows like it used to. Seeds just don't germinate. Horrible cold, wet Springs required repeat plantings.
I worry about the fate of Mexico. I recently saw a photo of the Jewess with a red Kabbalah string around her wrist. She will finish the job started by Plutarco Calles.
holy shit I might make myself a lard sandwich after that.
Iβm happy I subscribed early on (2022β¦ on boyβ¦time flies)β¦The world has changed, we all have, and it feels like I have been growing with your continued excellent writingβ¦ Sure hope youβll manage to get on that sailboat!
π―π―π―π―100%
"...courage greater than Olympia..." Yep, that's what really living is vs the quiet desperation of existing. Which is why the techbro crew are simply tiny, scared little kiddies, masquerading as grownups.π
You are a fabulous writer and I am proud to be a subscriber. World governments keep taking our money bit by bit, so eventually we won't have any extra to support truth tellers. But until then, I will gladly support you. These people have no soul and they forget that the death rate is still one per person. No one gets out of here alive.