by ReverseEngineer » Fri 10 Oct 2008, 06:51:45
I'm still trying to reconcile in my mind uncanny coincidences, including tonight's powerful windstorm here. I have been living up here on the Last Great Frontier around 2 years, and NEVER in all that ime was there a windstorm of this magnitude. Its blowing outside like you would not BELIEVE.
I did not PLAN to move here, what seemed to me to be bizarre circumstances of my life led me up here ever so gradually, moving ever outward from the center of civilization where I was born, New York City. I did not PLAN to be a survivalist, I just gradually got more nervous about things I saw in the economy and the way people were living that bothered me. I certainly never planned to start stocking up on food when I first got here, but I just kept getting more and more upset and looked for something to DO, and started buying food all the time. I knew NOTHING about Peak Oil until about a year ago when I started researching issues after the failure of Bear Stearns. Then it all started to come together for me.
I've had experience working in many different fields, I am thoroughly over educated as anyone who reads my stuff probably realizes. Kept jumping around though different types of work for 30 years, never real happy about anything until I got up here. Why? Why is there this windstorm tonight? Why is my US Passport expiring on October 13th? I'm flooded with coincidences I cannot rationally explain.
I am assuming tomorrow I will go to work and those around me will be about as unaware tomorrow as they have been since I began putting the pieces together a year ago. Well, maybe more since when Katrina hit I started writing some Doom then for friends of mine. Really though, I only got seriously doomerish in the last year.
How much longer will "regular life" exist for me? Will it be gone in a virtual instant in the course of a day or two, a week or two, or will it take months or even a couple of years (I HOPE!) to spin down here?
I'll TRY to get some sleep tonight, and head into work tomorrow, to teach the children for one more day. Each day a blessing. I am so scared though.
Reverse Engineer