Who Then Shall I Become?

"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you,
pales in comparison to what lies inside you."
- Emerson

Years ago when I was training for a triathlon a friend of mine, who did not like to train, asked;  "What are you going to do with all that fitness?" I didn't really have an answer.

Now that I am settled in the mountains north of Santa Cruz I have begun to prepare for what I am calling The Great In-Between, the interim period that will occur before we all perish. This morning I was thinking back to that encounter with my friend and I started to wonder; what am I going to do with all this preparation?

There are only two people in the world that I love; my daughter and my ex-wife. The preparation is for them but they are both far away and do not think the situation is dire. So if I am preparing to protect people and places I love I will have to do something to convince them and to move them closer. I love where I am living now surrounded by forest and animals and the sounds of nature so I will do what I can to protect this place but that leaves the people I love out in the cold.

I have noticed that once I got out of Los Angeles I started to morph into a different person, a person who feels more deeply connected with the natural world and a person who loves more intensely. It is that which inspired becoming, perhaps, more the person I was meant to be rather than the person who I wanted other people to think I was.

Emerson said that, "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." I have found that it is not the world that is trying to make me someone else, it is me.

I can watch on a daily basis the deterioration of the environment and our lives. I see evidence of the collapse all around me; the dying trees, the decimated animal populations and the gradual but inexorable failure of that, upon which we place the most value, our precious infrastructure. It amazes me that of all the things to be concerned about the least important of them is where all the attention is focused but that is us or, in the very near future, that was us.

So here I sit, wondering who I shall become in the face of the horrors that will face us and I have no idea. All of us will be forced at some point to become someone else, hopefully someone better, when everything we know and do is ripped out from beneath us. The tearing of the fabric that constitutes our reality is getting closer and closer to home and it will not be long before we are required to make a choice.

I would only say choose wisely as the choices you make now will most likely have a finality that no other choice you have made up until now has had.

It's Going To Get Bad Before It Gets Worse

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night

only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf"

attributed to George Orwell

A couple of years ago when the town of Oroville, California was shut off from the rest of the world due to flooding a friend of mine, who lives there, said it went wild west real quick. People were carrying guns, he and his wife both had guns in their cars, getting in fights at gas stations, stripping the shelves at grocery stores of supplies and this took place over only a couple of days.

If you have been following the events that are occurring in the aftermath of hurricane Dorian in the Bahamas you will have some idea of what we are going to be faced with. Hurricane Imelda has just dropped what is being called unprecedented amount of rain in southeast Texas.

Weather like this is only going to become more commonplace as we hurtle towards oblivion. With the extremes will come more and more desperation as people try to find food, water and shelter and to protect their families and if you think that, somehow, it won't happen in your neighborhood you are sorely mistaken.

Between the collapse and the end there is going to be an interim period where you will have to either defend what you care about or die. There will be no in between. There will be no happy, peaceful people singing and holding hands on the beach while they wait for the destruction that is sure to come. There will be desperate, panicked, fearful people unsure of what to do or where to go.

If you do not want to be crushed beneath the feet of a stampeding herd of humans you had better start taking steps, right now, to prepare yourself. I am not talking about long term preparation because we all know that there is no long term. What I am talking about is preparing to hold on for as long as you can and defend those you love.

In his book, The Gift of Fear, Gavin De Becker said, "Though we live in space-age times, we still have stone age minds. We are competitive and territorial and violent, just like our simian ancestors. There are people who insist this isn't so, who insist that they could never kill anyone, but they invariably add a telling caveat: "Unless, of course, a person tried to harm someone I love." So the resource of violence is in everyone; all that changes is our view of the justification."

This being the case, it is my contention that everyone should take steps to prepare for, what will be, a very violent, unsettling time that will challenge every one of the views you currently hold of your peaceful, higher nature. Non-violence will not be an option.

"George Hebert (27 April 1875 - 2 August 1957) was a pioneering physical educator in the French military who developed a system of physical education and training known as "la methode naturelle" (The Natural Method) which combined the training of a wide variety of physical capacities with the training of courage and morality."
He stated that, "The final goal of physical education is to make strong beings. In the purely physical sense, the Natural Method promotes the qualities of organic resistance, muscularity and speed, towards being able to walk, run, jump, move on all fours, to climb, to keep balance, to throw, lift, defend yourself and to swim."

It is now time to begin your training. Violence and unrest will come your way and you had better be prepared.  It will not wait for you to be ready. I was chased down a mountain road by a psycho in a big car just the other night for driving too slow. He was not going to ask if I was ready he was just going to attack me. He did not care if I was old or young, tall or short, peaceful or equally as violent. He just wanted to hurt me for interfering with his desire to go fast. Imagine what it would have been like if he needed food or water or wanted money or had a family that he was providing for. It would have resulted in either him or me getting hurt or possibly killed.

So in opposition to everything I have always believed I am now getting ready. I have signed up for a close quarters combat class (Krav Maga), I am going to C.E.R.T.(community emergency response team) meetings to learn emergency medical techniques. C.E.R.T is nationwide and there is most likely a group near you, and I am going to buy a gun and learn how to use it.

I do not view myself as a particularly violent person but I am also practical enough to know that I will have to defend people and places that I love in the not too distant future...or, I could just die.

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If Not Now, When?

"Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If you're time to you is worth savin'
And you'd better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'"
Bob Dylan

I have been talking to a lot of people about our predicament lately and it seems as if some of them, at least, have intellectually accepted the idea of NTHE. They agree that things are bad and that there is no hope for the survival of the species but they don't do anything to change how they are living.

They tell me that they have to keep doing what they are doing because they have no choice but at this late stage I would propose that they do have a choice. The choice between spending their final days, weeks, months or years living the pointless, mediocre existence that they have always lived or begin to do something meaningful with the time there is left.

To me the idea of just going on as I have been and then dying is the most horrible thing that could happen. I am in a somewhat privileged position in that I have sold my house and now have a little money to exist on. In addition to selling the house I have sold all the tools that I used in my former business. This is a decision that I did not take lightly as I now have no means to continue to make money. Money, however, is becoming much less important. What is important is talking to trees and listening to trees, building a tribe, taking care of the land and the people I love and doing that for as long as possible. Even if you are not in a position to drop everything I would like to suggest that you begin the process of divesting yourselves of unneeded baggage.

If you believe that we are in trouble than it is time to start internalizing that, start to really accept our collective fate instead of just reading articles about it. This is not to disparage the people who do read articles and try to raise awareness of the issue. There will come a time, though, in the not too distant future, when the articles will no longer be there to read, there will come a time, in the not too distant future, when there will be only the people you have surrounded yourself with. They will become the most important part of your life. The facebook friends will be gone, the bloggers will be gone, the you-tube channels will be gone and unless you take steps to surround yourself with real live people you will be alone.

If you think about that I hope that you will start this process. The real live people are going to be all you have. Nature, or what is left of it, is going to be all you have. You are going to have to make some hard decisions, decisions that will alienate a significant number of the friends and partners who are in your life. You can do this now or maybe wait and see. My vote is now.

I almost screamed at a friend of mine the other day who believes we are on the way out but continues to think that he needs to continue doing what he is doing. He could stop right now but he won't. He is kind of like someone who sort of believes in god. He may not buy it fully but he wants to hedge his bets so instead of embracing a life of meaning he just plods along thinking he can just get his taxes paid or his credit cards paid down or a little more money in the bank. I can not talk to him any more because his acceptance is still intellectual.

I am listening to Bob Dylan and I think on some level he knew, even way back then. Songs that had meaning in the 60's are starting to have a whole new meaning now. Our time is winding down and we get to move past petty arguments, we get to become the people we are meant to be. If you consider yourself a thoughtful, caring individual then perhaps it is a good point to start living that.   

To Stress or Not to Stress

A BLANKET DISCLAIMER: The realization that anything we do from here to the end point will be ultimately futile should not be used as an excuse to sit idly by.

"Oh, you gotta hold on, hold on

You gotta hold on

Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on."

Hold On by Tom Waits

I work as a fitness instructor. In this line of work I am often called upon to explain the nature of physical improvements. Physical improvement comes from stressing the system beyond its current capacity in order to stimulate change. For instance if you were to take a 10 minute walk every day that would force some adaptation, if however you never went beyond that 10 minute walk your body would adapt and then it would say okay, got that, what's next? Without continued and sufficient increase in the workload your body simply stops adapting.

Likewise in our society absent a sufficient amount of stress nothing will change. It is up to us to begin to force the change.

Paul Street said in his article In the Time of the Orange Pig  "Where are the millions who ought/need to be in the streets every single day fighting this Orange Pig regime and the hideous racist, sexist, and eco-cidal class-rule profits system that hatched it? Shocked, frightened, demobilized, depressed, divided, distracted, overworked, over-extended, indentured, consumerized, traumatized, sick, inverted, browbeaten, jaundiced, propagandized, addicted, smart-phoned, Facebooked, Twitterized, ex-urbanized, sedentarized, immobilized, fatalized, fantasized, incarcerated, felony-marked, branded, stigmatized, shamed, frightened, and, last but not least, electoralized."

Although there is truly nothing we can do in the long term it seems as though sitting back and just letting the coming disaster wash over us is a little irresponsible.

We are used to being in stasis, merely existing, but Sam Shepard said that he was "The eternal enemy of terminal stasis." We are now, unless we are out fighting, in terminal stasis.

There will come a time when you are going to be asked to stand up for what is right. I get a little tired of the pacifists who continually preach non-violence when violence is rained on us daily from the moneyed elite. We appear to have accepted that top down violence is okay but if asked to step up and meet it and fight to defeat it we fall back on our non-violent mantra.

I was told by a client, who had been raped, that she did not believe in responding to violence with violence as that would make her like the person who raped her. This confused me as I could not see her becoming a violent rapist merely by the act of defending herself against a predator.

The word violence is, in most peace loving arenas, a bad word and I believe it is important to understand that, as an example, if someone broke into your house, threatened your family and destroyed your possessions you would feel justified in doing whatever it took to stop them. That is exactly what has happened; powerful people have broken into our house (the planet) threatened and even killed members of our family (all life on earth) and are destroying at an ever increasing rate those things we hold dear.

Roy Scranton, in his book Learning to Die in the Anthropocene, said, "the coal miners struggling for a democratic stake in production didn't just protest, share news stories, and post messages. They didn't just march. The African-American activists struggling for civil rights didn't just tweet hashtag campaigns. They didn't just hold meetings. They fought and bled and died for a world they believed in..."

I believe that, through the medium of the internet, we have become a nation of messagers and hashtagers and protest junkies and as necessary a part of the landscape as these things are they do not complete the picture. The picture will only be finished when we begin to physically take apart the system that is currently in place. If we want to build something new we first; have to know what we are going to build in its place and then we have to tear down the obstacles that are standing in our way.

The powerful depend on us being too occupied with the toys they gave us to ever pose a serious threat to their control. They are right in that we enjoy the toys and sincerely believe that the owners will allow us a voice in what is happening. That is somewhat true but mostly the toys just keep us busy while the rampant destruction continues apace.

Jason Hirthler, in his recent article Death of The Art House:Revolution: Can the Amercanized West Ever Stage a Real Rebellion, said, "You don't have to deconstruct why we are often satisfied to place our faith in entertaining fictive solutions rather than engage in the tedious 'years of struggle' repeatedly called for by the likes of Noam Chomsky and Howard Zinn, who understood the grim realities of political transformation. The lined faces of lifetime activists serve as testaments to the cut and thrust of battle against the depredations of faceless multinationals and their ever-growing databases of information, through which struggles are defused and disarmed. From mobile phones, from fiber lines, from five-eyed satellites, from wirelines, from surveillance cams innocuously hung from every string of traffic signals. But is it simply the scale of the job that that keeps us from banging pots in the streets like Argentines before they threw the parasitical IMF from their country, or like Venezuelans rallying behind an embattled administration because it represents a movement whose colors they proudly wear? Or, of course, like the emergency-clad French who turn out in the public square week after week despite increasing repression. Are we fatally distracted? Or is it our creature comforts that dissuade us?"

We, as a nation, have become soft and coddled. Our amusements and distractions are so ingrained that any type of active resistance is unthinkable. A protest here and there, signing a petition, supporting different groups is almost worse than doing nothing at all. I do not deny that the protests being staged are raising awareness of the problem we face but with the massive destruction that is being wreaked on the natural world perhaps it is time to start taking a more pro-active approach, at least trying to stop, if only for own redemption, what is happening. The fight must go on to the very end. Which will be, according to all the markers, the very near future. Until then make your power known. Force the people who would blithely continue to destroy our world to understand that, even though it will not ultimately help, we know who they are and we know they are wrong.

We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For

"The time of the lone wolf is over.

Gather yourselves!

We are the ones we have been waiting for."

                  -unknown

I had always thought that we were all in this together. That rich and poor alike had a vested interest in maintaining the environment for the betterment of all life. That belief has been repeatedly shattered by the omnipresence of megalomaniac monsters whose only goal is to further their own interests. I no longer suffer from those delusions.

Growing up in the 60's the world did not seem like the awful place that it has become. As recently as two years ago I still thought that the 60's and 70's were not a bad time. I was, of course, way off base. The 60's and 70's were really bad, I just didn't see it. It wasn't until later, in the 80's that I became aware of folks like Rachel Carson, who wrote Silent Spring in September of 1962, which documented the adverse environmental effects of the indiscriminate use of pesticides. It was then that I began to find out how bad and how hidden things had been when I was growing up.

The massive growth of suburbs had not really gotten off the ground when I was prowling around in, what is now called, Silicon Valley. There were miles of orchards and small two lane roads that you could walk or bicycle along and not see a car for hours on end. There were still small towns separated by stretches of country and a farmer would come by our house twice a week in a horse drawn wagon bringing fresh fruits and vegetables to our neighborhood.

The hospital where I was born is in Santa Monica. In the lobby of this hospital is an aerial picture of the area that was taken on the month and year that I was born and there are still dirt roads. In San Francisco up until 1966 the Sutro baths were still open, Playland at the Beach was open until the year before I graduated from high school. There was evidence of the past all around. It really was a fairyland but the fairyland has been overrun by monsters. Any sign of how things were has been erased. Replaced by the signs of greed, power and inhumanity.

My generation and the time in which we grew up was, I believe, the last time anyone would get to grow up relatively free of worry about the future. We are now on the edge of a reckoning, the bills racked up by the previous generations are now coming due and everyone on the planet is going to pay dearly.

The young people of today will not have the luxury of planning for a future. They will not have the luxury of hope. They will not have the luxury of growing old. Those luxuries are a thing of the past.

We, all of us, have a choice to make. We have to choose between dying like dogs in the street or standing up for what is right and dying with our boots on. There is no time to ponder, there is no time to wait for a savior, there is no time to try to squeeze a little more unconscious behavior out of this wrung dry rag of a society.

I have said this before but it bears repeating; over and over if necessary, it is time to fight. Awareness of a problem is fruitless and hollow if the awareness does not result in action. There is hope in action and not the lame, mindless hope for a fix or a reprieve but the hope of knowing that you are becoming the person you were meant to be, the warrior who will not stand idly by while everything sacred is being defiled.

Even in the hallowed halls of the Doomosphere I can still see little glimmers. No one wants to die and so, no matter how aware we are of the problem, we continue for some reason to believe that maybe there is a fix. There is not. We are on our way out and the sooner you accept that, really accept it. the better able you will be to cope.

We are all alone and no one is coming to save us. However cynical that might sound it is the truth. No congressman or woman, no president, no governor, no one is coming. It's just us, gathered around the campfire and watching the advancing storm.

If you are tired of watching,  if you are tired of waiting, if you are tired of cheering on mindless representatives of the power structure, if you are tired of having the owners dictate the terms of your life and the lives of your children and loved ones, then get the fuck up, turn off the computer, shut down the noise and get out and get dirty, because dirty is what you will get when you go for the throat of the demons who have taken over our souls.

Make It What You Do.

"You are not anyone,

you are someone.

As someone, you are not just anyone. 

You are everyone."

                            -Chip Conrad

I was talking to a friend a few years back (before joining the doomer ranks) and I told him that I was having trouble attracting a client base. I asked him how he had developed his practice. He said it is a simple two step process. Step one is to pick a time that you want to train and step two is to tell anyone you meet that they can come and train too. He told me that this can have only two possible outcomes:
1) No one comes and you get to work out.
2) People come and you get to train them
Either way he came out on top.

I have been trying, over the last several months, to follow that process with people who understand the nature of what we are threatened with and realize the importance of community. So far these attempts have been unsuccessful. I have called, e-mailed, and posted on face-o-gram groups all to no avail. It would appear that community is no longer a priority in our lives if it requires that we actually go out and talk to real people.

For all the, supposed, benefits of interacting online I am finding it to be a pale comparison to real life encounters. I find myself pining away for the time before the interwebz when people got together or called or went out or started clubs or just hung out. I am sure that there may be friendships formed in the digital arena but unless there is some actual face to face time it seems kind of hallow.
Chip Conrad said, in his book Are You Useful, that, "Awareness by any name is a dying art, since our virtual world is destroying all of it. The illiterates of the next century are those who cannot participate in real life. They can read words, but their comprehension of real life will straight up suck."

Awareness of your immediate surroundings is a vital part of any community. If you have ever looked up from your device or devices at Starbucks you will have noticed that the majority of people in there have no idea what is going on around them. Being aware of what is going on in your environment is a crucial part of a community. If you know what is happening in your neighborhood, if you are aware of changes in the natural world you will be much more likely to band together with others that are aware and work to improve or defend that neighborhood.

When the time comes and I don't believe, based on what just happened in Zimbabwe, that it is too far off the only thing you will have is your community. If I were to ask how many people you could gather together right now to work towards a common end what would you say. I am not talking about people you go to movies with but people that you could rely on to pull their weight and have your back and support each other. Can't say for sure but I am guessing that it would be a short list. You can prove this to yourself by letting it be known that you are moving and need help. I would think that a fair percentage of your friends would be out of town that weekend and you can bet that none of your facebook friends would be around.

The internet has limited our ability to interact with live humans. We have more de-contextualized information than ever before but our ability to utilize that information in a meaningful way has deteriorated. C.A. Bowers in his 2014 book The False Promises of the Digital Revolution said, "...(there are) many ways that digitally mediated (that is, primarily computer mediated) thought and communication reinforce a form of consciousness that is radically different from that found in cultures where the spoken word is the primary basis of thought and communication." As we drift more towards digital interaction and away from face to face encounters we lose the subtleties of an actual conversation; the body language, the facial expressions and what is created between two people when they sit down and talk.

Native populations had an oral culture. The food they ate, the shelters they built, the things that were important to the survival of the tribe were all passed on orally. This information had a, pretty much, 1 to 1 information/action ratio. The things you learned and internalized were things that would help you survive and flourish in your area.

Sebastian Junger said in Tribe, On Homecoming and Belonging that,"We have a strong instinct to belong to small groups defined by clear purpose and understanding - - Tribes.This tribal connection has been largely lost in modern society, but regaining it may be the key to our psychological survival." There is a lot of talk these days about tribes, groups separated by vast distances call themselves a tribe, the fitness community particularly the outdoor gurus call themselves a tribe but they are missing a crucial element in that they are not banded together in a single location and there is no clearly stated purpose or goal. A tribe is a group of people that act as one entity for the betterment of all. They function as a unit, they laugh and love and cry and fight together, there is no I only we and there is no possibility of this being recreated in a digital environment.

Digital groups may be banded together by a shared interest but there is not a shared purpose. Purpose is a baseline element. In order for a group to prosper the entire group must have a reason to exist. Absent this purpose you can have a bunch of people who are interested in the same thing but not really have a community.

The importance of having, around you, a group of people that you can rely on can not be overstated. To that end I am working on finding a venue where we can gather on a regular basis.
So...
Step 1) A time: 11 AM, a date: 1st and 3rd Sundays of each month, a place: Pasadena CA, venue TBA
Step 2) I will be there starting February 3rd.
Possible outcomes:
1) I get to enjoy a coffee and a pastry.
2) I get to enjoy a coffee, a pastry and the pleasure of your company.

The purpose will be to talk, commiserate, and plan for what we know is going to happen. I hope to see you there.

What Is It Going to Take?

ROCCO

"What did you do? Fuckin'...what

the fuckin', fuck! Who the fuck, fucked this fuckin'? Fuck. How did you two fuckin' fucks?......FUCK!!!

CONNOR

Certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.

-Boondock Saints

Fuck is one of my favorite words.It covers all the bases adding just the right amount of emphasis. Right now the phrase that comes to mind is, "We Are So Fucked." We are fucked because of complacency, we are fucked because we have turned into a gaggle of whipped dogs, we are fucked because we have relinquished all responsibility for our lives and the lives of our loved ones, and we are fucked because we are using excuses to relieve ourselves of the responsibility to take action.

Mike Malloy asked, on his radio show, "What is it going to take? How far do we have to be pushed before we push back." I would ask as well. How much are you going to take? How many hits before you hit back? When is it time to say enough is enough and what the fuck are you waiting for?

We know what is going on. We know that our chances of survival are slim to none. Is that any reason to lie down? Chris Hedges said, "I don't fight because I think I am going to win. I fight because it is the right thing to do."

A writer, named Don Bajema, that lives in New York posted the following on his facebook page:

"Friends, I'm sorry but we are in a fight. An ugly, headlock on the sidewalk fight. I hate violence. I hate the ugly intimacy of combatants, the gasping, the struggle, the inflicting of pain. I hate it. But I hate concentration camps, war, racism, starvation, institutionalized sadism on the outnumbered, the weak, and defenseless more....

The circle breaks with me, and I hope it breaks with you. But I will not permit a lie or a liar in my presence. I hate to fight but I hate to stand by and watch exploitation, cruelty, deception, prevarication, and outright lies even more. I can't stomach the thought of apologizing to my kids tomorrow for not standing up in the real world today."

The internet and social media provides an opportunity to fool us into believing that we are doing something, but the simple truth is we are not. The Yellow Vests in France are doing something. They are taking the fight to the doorstep of those that have wronged them. They may not win. They may be snuffed out, marginalized, and eventually destroyed but they still fight.

Fights are ugly, unpleasant, bloody, and painful but fight we must. If you think that you are a peaceful person and that you will not be called upon to fight than you are wrong. How a person responds to a threat to those they love is a measure of character it is a measure of who you are as a sentient being.

Character, morality, and courage are not tested in peace. They are tested in the trenches and in the streets and on the battlefield, they are tested when you are called upon to defend what is right whether or not you can win.

Anyone who has ever stood up for someone who could not stand up for themselves understands this. We are being called to a greater purpose, we are being called to defend, for as long as possible, the people and places we love. Will you answer the call or hide away in a dark hole screaming at your television set and waiting for the end. 

"In times like these when long standing patterns are disrupted it is possible for a small group or even one person to change the course of history." I do not remember where I heard that but it is where we are at. So, what do you say? Want to get up to some mischief? Drop a line in the comments if you're in.