March 16, 2010

March 16, 2010

Capilla del Monte

Yesterday we visited San Marcos Sierras and Ongamira, both places in the north of Cordoba about 20 kilometers north, more or less of Capilla del Monte. Capilla del Monte means Chapel on the mountain and true to its name we saw the little chapel on our way out of town. It was very charming and reminded me of another place my friend Janice once showed me in Colorado. We took a short cut over the mountain on a dirt road rather than drive the main highway, which was a stunningly beautiful ride. The landscape is different here, somehow exotic in an indigenous kind of way. It reminded me a little of the arid landscape of New Mexico. The plants are often covered with spiky thorns and quite foreboding. Actually I had an encounter with one a few days ago when we stopped our drive to have a short break and I accidentally backed into a spike which pierced through my skirt and poked me in the butt, drawing blood. But I question this thick scrubby thorny desert-like growth as being almost the perfect kind of location a group of beings would choose to keep the idle stroller away from a place they wanted to remain hidden from view. The mountains here are much higher than the ones in Alto Paraiso though I haven’t got the figures on the altitude; I suspect it might be higher. They are without a doubt more spectacular. Cordoba is a magically beautiful place and it’s easy to see why people of great wealth and fame chose this place to build their vacation homes and take their vacations. Actually speaking of fame, we’ve been frequenting a coffee shop with wi-fi called Café Kafka and we keep seeing this man there who is the spitting image of Franz Kafka. He sits at a table under photos of Kafka and the resemblance is striking. Perhaps he is a relative, because if I’m not mistaken I think Franz Kafka has passed on?

Arriving at the foot of the mountain after crossing to the other side we entered the charming little village of San Marcos Sierra. It reminded me of Woodstock, New York in the very early days there before the growth and change came. There was a large square in the center of the village, which are called Pracas here in South America and are basically small parks for public gatherings. This one had a great playground for children. All the streets around the square had shops with great organic health foods, locally grown products of olive oil and tapenade, hand woven clothing and handbags and things of this nature. The village had a wonderful laid back feel to it, but something had Paul feeling like he didn’t feel like staying too long and he had no interest in spending time by the river another 12 kilometers outside of town which was the activity Uta was hoping for, so we continued on our way to the other side to find Ongamira, the same distance away in the other direction.

We’d been seeing signs all over Capilla del Monte with the name Ongamira and I questioned what this was before finding out it was the name of a place and the very place where Trigueirinos community is located. Our friend Mo told Uta a little about it and that it was very beautiful. Indeed it was. Winding through the mountains to reach this place was scenery more spectacular that I’ve seen anywhere. Strangely reminiscent of the rock formations of Utah, the surrounding scrub-like vegetation a little like New Mexico, the mountains like the Rockies and green rolling hills with stone walls like England’s lay lines, with a flavor uniquely exotic like Newfoundland, it was a different kind of place. In the actual village of Ongamira, if you could call it that because other than a few closed hotels and a place where you can visit caverns, there doesn’t exist an actual village, huge and unusual rock formations suddenly pop into view. It feels like another planet there. It feels like a place where an other-worldly population of beings would enter a portal to an underground world. In fact I kept seeing from different directions as we would circle through the mountains this one particular very high conical mountain that I was sure was a portal! Go ahead, call me crazy. I’m not holding anything back, but telling you these strange opinions I am having.

Well this is just a flavor of our experience. I wanted to jot down a few quick things this morning before we pack up and head out. Today we will leave to travel to San Luis, another province on the way to our final(??) destination of Patagonia. We all agree that we love this place and may indeed return to settle down here. The biggest reservation we all have is the problem with water and then there is a feeling that none of us can identify which has us question that this is the perfect place. Of course we know that the concept of perfect place doesn’t actually exist, but we are aiming close. Until next time……

March 17, 2010

San Luis, Argentina

San Francisco de Monte de Ouro to Carolina to El Trapiche….

What a bizarre day. Woke up this morning in the bedroom of Uta’s friends where we had arrived the afternoon before. I could hear the sound of the river next to the house through the open window above the bed. Along the wall were two professional sewing machines and an assortment of various building tools, including an electric lawn mower and a chain saw which filled the room. It was still dark outside even though it was close to eight am, as the sky was filled with rain clouds and still raining off and on as it had through the night. We heard Uta’s friend return to the house from his land down the road where a tent is set up in the middle of his garden where he is constructing a house. He, his mother, Uta and the baby spent the night in the tent so that Paul and I could sleep in the bed. Nick was in the kitchen preparing coffee, his workday put on hold because of the rain. This place we had arrived in was at the foot of the mountain in the province of San Luis along a river deep in a grove of mature walnut trees. The porch was filled with seedlings and plants, Bonsai trees and exotic medicinal and ornamental cacti and other edible fruits and vegetables. Before arriving at the house we toured the building site and the horta which is already filled with mature vegetables and fruits in abundance.

After a morning of visiting we headed up and over the mountain to pass by two places which we were told were very beautiful on our way to Patagonia. We changed our plans to visit Mendoza and instead head more directly south west. As we left the outskirts of San Francisco de Monte del Ouro and approached the mountain the skies were dark with rain clouds and mist which turned into heavy fog as we ascended what became a steeply winding road up the mountain. We spiraled up into the clouds for over 20 kilometers, climbing extremely high in altitude around the edge of the mountain. It was fortunate for me that that I could not see over the edge of the road because the clouds and fog were so thick, we could see only several feet in front of the car and to the guardrail (if you could call a one foot high stone curb a guard rail) on the side but not beyond to the precipice. I was just a little on edge because with several approaches you could not see beyond to where the horizon disappeared over the hood of the car. We climbed the mountain for a very long time with our little engine straining to go beyond 2^nd gear literally into the clouds and well above the tree line. We knew that Carolina was at the top of the mountain and was 30 kilometers from where we began so after climbing for 15 kilometers straight up, I began to question the advice to travel this well made newly asphalted road which spiraled the mountain so far into the heavens. Stairway to Heaven kept popping into my head. Not long ago, we’d been told this road had been dirt but was recently paved for a road rally. Likely story! Why, in this province filled so far with poor villages of indigenous people was free wi-fi offered in every town square? Why did it have such perfect roads? The governor, we were told had put free wi-fi in every village and town and bought a laptop for every child in the province. Why?

When at last we arrived at the top of the mountain, we were shocked to find it open out into incredible open rolling vistas strewn with unusual rock formations and green fields dotted with beautiful horses grazing. Occasionally we saw small herds of goats including some Nubians like Tallulah and Delilah. We stopped the car to walk around and experience this fantastic place and the clouds parted and the sun came out and the vista emerged from the heavy fog we’d been in the entire time we climbed the mountain. We kept saying Wow at every turn as now that we had found the top and the sun was shining we were surrounded by a landscape more fantastic than we had yet seen. But still we had not arrived in Carolina. We continued the drive through this magical land at the top of this strange mountain until we arrived in the most bizarre town. It was perfect like Trumanville. Everything was built of stone. Flowers bloomed everywhere. The streets were paved in stone, the yards were manicured, the street lamps and electric lines were all of the latest technology. Why, would there exist a town like this in the middle of miles and miles of nothing but a long winding road to the top of a mountain which I would venture to guess is always encased in fog until you reach the top? When we reached the top of the village we stopped across from a town square where there was an old church with a placard in front proclaiming that when the 1^st Jesuits arrived in 1730 they found this chapel already existing in this spot. The Jesuits, we know, were the most corruptive part of the Illuminati who appear to control the Vatican now-a-days. Whenever I see anything to do with Jesuits a red flag appears in my mind. Putting a chapel here on the highest point on the mountain to claim the spot for the Illuminati would be simply par for the course as I understand the Illuminati. The chapel was quite intriguing but what really caught my eye was the very high peak just behind the chapel on the hill with an assortment of super high tech towers like I’ve never seen before! Cell towers and satellites and strange panels of several types, kept me wondering, for what? Why here? It was Illuminati at its finest. You could feel it all over the place and it felt really creepy.

Another strange sight was a large reservoir of water not long after we’d seen a huge dam. I knew the rivers were not drying up for lack of rain! The Illuminati is privatizing all the water. They’re damming up the rivers to control the water. Just this morning Nick was telling us about the spraying of certain chemicals that disperse the rain to other locations outside of areas which remain dry without rains. We told him what we knew of HAARP, the government’s experimental weather control project and tonight I revisited their website which I had discovered and saved to my favorites to explore at another time. Reading it, I noticed a disclosure which I opened to reveal that by visiting this government site I was allowing authorization to have my computer activity monitored by the government. It freaked me out and I immediately left the site and removed it from my favorites. But I’m afraid it might be too late and maybe it’s the reason that whenever I turn on my computer lately it resets itself and removes icons and generally does a lot of things I’m not asking it to do.

Too many really fishy things today! We stopped to eat lunch while we were in Carolina and again felt this strange atmosphere of something that wasn’t quite right. There was an interesting decoration on the wall over the door to the kitchen. It was a picture of Jesus strategically placed right above a neon (but unlit) coca-cola sign! Maybe you miss the irony of it but I certainly didn’t. You don’t get much more Illuminati than Coca-cola. It’s everywhere you go, all over the world. You can’t get pure drinking water anymore but wherever you are in the world, no matter how poor you are, there’s always a coke product! And little else that isn’t a product of coke, even if it’s disguised as a health drink like a natural fruit juice. There was a puma skin stretched on the wall as well, missing the actual puma – but creepy as hell. Leaving the restaurant after lunch we were treated to the sight of another very beautiful horse who stood grazing in a stone walled pasture across the road, a backdrop of ancient stones dotting the hill behind him. Not sure that my description is adequate to portray the creepiness of this perfectly beautiful place. It was palpable in the air and both Uta and Paul felt it as strongly as I did.

As lovely as this place was and as fun as it had been to consider the life we could have in such a magical place (before we discovered its ties to the Illuminati or at least our strong suspicions) we were happy to leave it behind and head for the next town where we hoped to find a place to stay for the night. It too, we’d been told was a beautiful place we’d enjoy seeing. 45 kilometers further on through the mountain we arrived in another extremely unusual place. Even more like Trumanville than Carolina. Perfectly manicured lawns, very expensive homes, everything prettier than it should be, but no real town center. A river running through the town, dotted with parks and artisan’s street fairs and cabanas to stay in which at first glance look really cool but close up are cardboard cutout, plastic imitations of the real thing. The artisan’s fair, for example was filled with cheap Chinese imports, manned by poor indigenous people who bought the supposedly handcrafted items off the back of a truck.

We found an A-frame chalet to stay in after several turns around the town and then took a stroll along the river. It didn’t feel right in a way that’s hard to explain, but every one of us felt creeped out and wishing to get out of there as fast as possible. Not acting upon it until the next morning, we came back to this odd design of a house to prepare dinner and rest up for the night. A-frames may look sort of cool from the outside, but inside they’re a disaster. The lid to the toilet which is up against one wall doesn’t stay up when you sit down, because the wall it needs to rest against tilts forward. It makes taking a pee extremely challenging. You need one hand to hold up the lid! But bathrooms are a topic unto themselves when doing worldwide travel, a subject best left to another day with nothing special to report.

Friday March 19, 2010

Malargue

What a disaster of a day. Only an hour out from our starting destination which had been quite lovely, we were stopped by road patrol who detained us for 5 hours to search all the contents of our car. I won’t go into the details in this letter but suffice it to say that we were not pleased at having spent the day waiting for this process to take place. We drove on to the next town, found a place to stay for the night and re-thought the remainder of our travel plans. Deciding in the end that too many problems had been occurring, the travel had long ago ceased to be fun and that our fantasy of living in Argentina was not fulfilling itself in reality. That evening while in conversation with the woman who owned the cabana we were staying in, she reported that her driveway had undulated with the last two earthquakes which had taken place only 100 kilometers away across the mountains in Chili. She went on to say that there were 180 volcanoes between there and not much further south along the route we’d intended to travel. Feeling more or less like the way was trying to deliver a message to us, as David Icke would say when stuck, chuck, we made the decision not to continue on to our intended destination in Patagonia, but instead return to Alto Paraiso. It was a difficult decision to make but we have been much happier since making it and things are flowing with ease today as we retrace our voyage back.

We are headed now to spend a week or so visiting Capilla de Monte again while we put Uta and Olivia on a bus to spend more time with their family which was cut short to accompany us in our travels. I hate to admit that traveling without Uta by car here in Argentina would be almost impossible without her language skills. People basically stare blankly at us when we try to communicate in our Portengol (combo of Portuguese and Spanish).

Our impression of Argentina has changed dramatically during our time here from infatuation to dismay. The presence of the military is overbearing. The lack of available food for us traveling as vegetarians is daunting and the unavailability of pure drinking water is frightening. Coupled with the fact that we don’t speak or understand Spanish, this country is simply not for us. The mountains are incredibly beautiful, but the Illuminati are forcibly present in all the most beautiful places. The cost of living is incredibly low and that certainly is a positive draw. The presence of horses is a delight and the four season weather is compelling, but the country in our personal opinion has been ruined by the oppressive presence of the police as you travel the roads from place to place much too frequently. Perhaps one might find a lovely little place and stay and then not have to be confronted by them so routinely, but they have more or less chased us away.

March 20, 2010

I am considering wrapping up this public reporting of our travels to continue only a private journal as we approach what we fear to be world war three in the near future, perhaps only four months away. For anyone who wishes to receive an email attachment from me as I continue to record our experiences, please contact me directly. Seeing so much of South America first hand, especially with our friend who remembers what it was like before for comparison, we can feel a palpable difference in the changes that are taking place as more and more personal freedoms are disappearing and more control is put in place. It is alarming and saddens us a great deal. We are more than ready for the shift in consciousness to take place. Watching it happen is akin to a nightmare.

March 23, 2010

Greetings my friends and loved ones…. I’m writing again from Capilla de Monte, sitting under the very mountain where our friend reported seeing the unusual lights on many occasions. We’ll be here for some time while we wait for Uta to visit her family. I am still undecided about whether to continue posting reports from our experience. I shall give it further consideration before I make the decision. Any feedback from you who are reading this would be helpful.

March 12, 2010

Friday March 12, 2010

Capilla de Monte, Cordoba, Argentina

Well here we are at one of the destinations of which we heard might be a good spot, but I have to tell you that although this place has very much going for it or once did, it has been ruined. Devastated by more than just the emergency state of the water, which has disappeared but also by a value system of consumerism, greed to accumulate wealth at any cost, too many people and lack of awareness. This is my first impression and I wish to God I am wrong, but I fear that I am not.

Leaving Buenos Aires with the destination of arriving in Cordoba, we were assaulted by the lack of fresh air to breathe, horrendous traffic, way too many police monitoring people’s movements and a desperate feeling of wanting to get to a sane place again where we could breathe fresh air, just for starters. It seems that people who live in these crowded polluted cities have ceased to notice the state they’re in. For us coming from Alto Paraiso where the dominant feature is the unspoiled nature and before with our most recent roots in Vermont, another unspoiled piece of the planet, the cities have been unbearable, the highways equally as unpleasant.

Miles of flat farmland growing soybeans separate the city and province of Buenos Aires from Cordoba where everyone from the city goes to vacation in the rivers and tourist towns in the mountains of this once very beautiful province. The most startling and alarming factor for us is the drying up of the rivers which were full and wide and the very thing that drew the tourists to begin with, as well as the beauty of the mountains. The towns are so full of people and so overdeveloped that the pollution seems more extreme than southern California and the mountains only serve to capture and prevent the smog from dissipating. So much about Cordoba is reminiscent of California. There is great wealth, fancy homes and cars, chic restaurants and fashionable stores. It is a world of privilege and consumerism. But driving along the winding mountain roads from city or village to village, there is no escaping the toxic air from the exhaust of the bumper to bumper traffic until one has passed through several ranges of mountains heading northwest where at last after a week of not breathing we have finally found a place to get some fresh air.

It’s depressing really. Uta who has traveled to this place since she was a child on road trips with her parents is overcome with sadness at what has become of this beautiful place with the water drying up. People in this town which the lonely planet tour guide reports as a place where more hippies come than you can shake an incense stick at, have told us that the town is in a state of emergency because there was no rain for 4 months and the use of water has been restricted to one hour per day. The saddest thing is to walk along the river bed where there remains a small trickle and look across a dry river bed which once would have been well over our heads and wider than a twelve lane highway not so long ago.

The town reminds me of a really cool Boulder or Aspen, Colorado about 20 years ago. It has internet cafes, chic restaurants, mystical bookstores and even a health food store which I haven’t seen since arriving in South America. But it is not a town filled with hippies. Yuppies maybe? Paul noticed a man in the café this morning wearing a $200 cashmere sweater, not your typical hippie who by our definition is a freedom seeker, looking to live outside of the system of consumerism. His anger is so great that he has lost all compassion for those still so trapped in the system that any awareness is absolutely missing. The thing that angers and saddens me is the water, our very source of all life, without which we can not survive! Not only have the rivers dried up and gone away, (or been dammed and drained to fill plastic bottles for profit) but you can not purchase a bottle of drinking water that does not contain fluoride now. And if you haven’t been paying attention to what I’ve been saying for months before now, is simply a poison (rat poison to be specific – read a label on rat poisoning next time you’re in the store) which makes you fat, stupid and sterile! So even though this town which is very charming, quaint, full of everything we thought we wanted, there is no future here anymore without water.

We camped last night, our first night of camping since we arrived in South America, hoping to enjoy a more relaxed time in nature and save a little money during this exploration. It was a really pleasant evening, fresh cool air and the first time we hadn’t been so hot we could barely function. I was beginning to feel hopeful that we could do this more often now that we finally arrived in the mountains and left the cities behind us. But the reality of economic camping without some of the extra comfort items like a thick air mattress and a rain tarp had us up most of the night with aching hips and backs from the hard ground and a partially leaky tent when the skies opened up and a deluge of rain descended. It is still raining now at 5pm the next day. The people here are quite happy after so much dryness but I’ve yet to see any kind of collection device like a rain barrel to capture the rain. And just our luck that our belongings are now mostly very wet and we need to find a laundry to dry them. We are waiting for the afternoon siesta (from 1 to 5) to end in a lovely old hotel so we can do that.

Sunday March 14, 2010

Capilla del Monte, Cordoba, Argentina

First impressions aren’t always right. With a plan to leave the next morning to continue our search, we stopped at the supermarket after dropping the wet clothes off at the laundry. There we encountered two people with whom we made an instant connection. Inviting us to join them we returned to their house in the foothills with a view across the immense river bed to the mountain range beyond where there are regular sightings of lights. Allow me to explain…. This is an area well known for UFO sightings. It is also the place of another of the three planetary centers that Triguerino speaks about called Erks. We recently visited another of these centers in the Serra do Roncodor which is said to be the center for healing. I can not remember the focus of this one at the moment. As we stood looking across at the three distinct mountains with the third at the rear having an unusual shape at the top like the top half of a star of David, Dodo described what he and his friend Mo see quite regularly when the moon has reached the end of it’s cycle and is dark before the new moon cycle begins again. A light emerges from the ground, gets increasingly brighter as it rises, forms an oblong saucer-like shape as long as the three mountains but centered from top to bottom and then rapidly vanishes like a shooting star across to the other side of the mountain in the direction of which is another community of Triguerino. This was only one story of which we heard confirmation from other people including the 80 year old woman who owns the cabanas where we are now staying. Dodo also told us a story reminiscent of the one we were told in the Roncodor of a special miraculous healing. Dodo works in construction building houses. On one occasion he had a serious accident with a very heavy object falling on his foot and injuring his toe. The night while he slept he awoke to see a black shadow-like figure hovering over his injured toe, performing a healing. In the morning his injury was gone. Two days later while climbing the mountain with a friend, she took a photograph of Dodo with the mountains behind him. Later when they viewed the photograph they could see this very same shadow-like black figure standing behind Dodo.

As well as the lights which I just described, there are balls of light which some refer to as positive energy balls which are most often seen in photographs, especially around children, but here seen quite often with the naked eye. Olga, the proprietor of the cabanas where we are staying agrees that she too sees these. She just told us about a couple who stayed here last year who took photos around the pool. In the photos the people had columns of light with a round ball of light at their heads imposed over them. She said that many people believe there is too much energy here in the mountain because it is filled with quartz crystal. She didn’t once mention the words UFO or intra or extra-terrestrials, she simply spoke of energy. This mountain range is strangely similar to the Serra do Roncodor in its unique shape which has it jut quite high above the surrounding hills and be fairly narrow from side to side. I can see why these mountains might be perfect for underground communities of beings from some other dimension. They look like they might house whole cities inside them.

So these are the stories we are hearing about first hand and reading about briefly in the tour books…. After our first impressions, we all agree we really like this place. The town is actually quite great, nestled here in the mountains with interesting architecture and plenty of shops filled with artsy things, good restaurants and coffee shops. It’s a nice change from the sparse atmosphere of Brazil. And like Alto Paraiso, the little streets of the town lead out to dirt roads that wind into the mountain, dotted with cool houses and small shops. They have something here called dispensaries which are like little supermarkets in the neighborhoods. They remind me of the commissaries at summer camp….

We’ve not encountered many people yet who speak English so we are becoming ever more dependant on Uta to translate for us. Today we are headed off to explore another community about 20 kilometers north where we are told there exist a more international community. This has become a real draw of appeal to us. It’s also said that further north there is still plenty of water….

I’ve almost forgotten to mention one other story which is even more intriguing and delightful. On several occasions, always on the dark of the moon, our friends have encountered a group of five tall black women giggling, while out walking at night. By the way, here in Argentina we have yet to see any people of African descent with black skin and very few indigenous people. Mostly it would seem that Argentina was settled by white Europeans. There is a heavy influence of French, especially here in Capilla del Monte and Italian around Buenos Aires. Germany is also heavily represented. Paul especially likes this more European nature because it reminds him of happier times, years ago visiting Europe and feels more familiar. Growing up with a German mother and Slavic father, his roots in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania were more European than mine as well. There seems to be a greater attention to cleanliness and tidiness, manicured lawns, paved streets, things of this nature which he appreciates, especially in contrast to Brazil’s open aired ceilings with access to all the creepy crawly things that like to share the house. And he is simply over being too hot, so the cool weather of a four season climate is very appealing.

Night time here in March is sweater and jacket weather. Olga says this mountain with its special energy attracts the high winds which I’ve been experiencing here since we arrived. I haven’t yet made up my mind about how much I appreciate the winds. I used to think I wasn’t particularly fond of windy places. But I’m withholding judgment on that right now, especially after being far too hot for so long!

So we like this place. I think we’ve decided it’s the best place so far and if we don’t encounter a place we like better we will return here. But we will likely not stop looking until after we visit Bariloche in Patagonia first with a stop in San Luis and Mendoza along the way.

Later the same day….

Our trip to San Marcos Serra was delayed by a day when we stopped to ask directions and learned that the route there is closed for some kind of bicycle or motorcycle rally, I’m not sure which. This brings me to a point I thought I’d share with you. Our dear friend and new family member Uta really speaks next to no English, other than the few words she has learned from us. What she speaks with us is a mixture of Spanish, Portuguese and a very little English. My Portuguese isn’t bad, though I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s any good, although I do get compliments on it from Brazilians who are surprised it’s as good as it is. I’m not exactly sure how we communicate as well as we do to be honest with you. So here we are relying on her ability to communicate in Spanish and then translate to us in Portuguese to understand what’s going on. At times it works out just fine, but there are those other times when we haven’t got a clue. We simply have to rely on the fact that she always has our best interest at heart and trust that she will make the right decisions and we give up any need to be in control of a given situation. It’s fine but there are those few times when Paul looks at me to question what’s happening and I have to shrug my shoulders and admit that I have no literally exact idea only a general concept.

Today we made the decision not to risk a road block, sitting in traffic waiting out the rally and instead have a good resting day of which we are in desperate need after all this driving. Last night was a late night out as we awaited the 10pm starting time to attend the birthday party of our new friend. Paul opted out and even though both Uta and I were too tired to go as well, our sense of propriety and gratitude for their friendship won out. Dinner here in South America as well begins very late. Like Europe, most people do not even begin to think about the evening meal until 9pm or later. The restaurant we ate at last night at 9:30 was empty until just before we finished when it quickly filled with people. Perhaps the custom of the siesta plays a large part with everything closing between 1 and 5pm. Perhaps the work day extends well into the early evening and people take the time to rest up, clean up and desire a longer time to chill out before resuming the next work day…. I can’t say for sure but it’s often an adjustment we’d prefer not to make or simply have a hard time making at 55 and 65 when our beginnings had us at the dinner table at 5 and 6 o’clock respectively. I’d actually love to make the adjustment because the nights here are so magical. The stars in the night time sky are more magnificent than any I’ve ever seen. I’d love to stay up late and sit under the stars, hoping for a glimpse of the laughing women or the bright lights that whoosh by. As it is I’m too tired to stay up so late.

So instead of driving to San Marcos today with a picnic lunch as planned, we walking again through downtown, window shopping and found a restaurant where we enjoyed a great vegetarian meal. The art on the walls was fashioned from twigs and seeds and found objects and very similar to the things we have been making which of course I quite like. One had the words Erks on it which is the name of this inter-planetary center that Triguerino speaks of. I was surprised as I assumed this was more of an esoteric thing that wouldn’t be common knowledge. On either side of the word were two masks fashioned out of palm fronds with likenesses of Jesus with a kind of extra-terrestrial feel to them…. Someone said, and I don’t know who it was, that people are flocking here because of the ET activity. I don’t like that term anymore so much because I don’t think these beings are actually from other planets but live right here with us either in another dimension or perhaps inside the earth and are rather inter-terrestrial. Sounds so strange, doesn’t it? After all these years of being told that these were a figment of imagination or simply fiction from movies and books. Anyone who ever admitted seeing a UFO was deemed crazy and discounted as a lunatic which perhaps you are doing right now reading this? I’ve never actually seen one myself but I know people who have. In fact when Paul was in college in Edinborough Pennsylvania they had to close down school and suspend classes for a few days while the military flooded the campus and several UFO’s surrounded the place.

Monday March 15, 2010

Since I have a connection today and may not again for a while, I’ll send this off. Just back from a visit to the 2 neighboring towns about 20 and 30 kilometers respectively which I can hardly wait to tell you about as I don’t believe I’ve been anywhere as strangely bizarre in all my travels. But more later as I have to run now….

Kisses….

February 28, 2010

Sunday February 28, 2010 Full moon….

Day three of our travels to Argentina, having left Alto Paraiso on Friday morning…. These are long hot days driving south through Brazil. There never seems to be a good place to stop when you are ready, making the final resting place one to simply eat something and then collapse into an exhausted sleep. We’d take the travel more slow and easy if there were inviting places to stop, but this direct route through central Brazil south west from Brasilia has nothing really of interest. We have driven through miles and miles of soy beans as far as the eye can see. It’s rather depressing actually to see what was once beautiful forest filled with wildlife turned into nothing but enormous corporate farmlands growing genetically engineered crops sprayed with poisonous chemicals to control the bugs. Driving past the tractors spraying the crops, one can hardly breathe as the chemical fumes waft into the road. Several times I’ve had to put a scarf over my mouth and nose to mask the stench as I can feel the poisons entering my lungs. Soy beans and eucalyptus trees are being farmed all over Brazil as we have passed through the states of Goias, Mata Grosso, Minas Gerais, Sao Paulo and Parana and seen little else.

I find the cities to be repulsive. There is still manufacturing here and in the south it is much more prosperous because of this as there are jobs for people, but the pollution is so bad, one can hardly breathe driving past on the roads that pass through. One has to wonder that the people have any state of good health living in these places, breathing this air.

We did stop at a lovely peaceful little city two nights ago, however. A walk through town at dusk to find dinner showed us a very clean, lively little town full of youngsters on bicycles and people strolling though town. But not so inviting we’d consider more than passing through.

Tomorrow we will arrive at Foz do Iguaçu where Brazil meets Argentina and Paraguay as the three frontiers come together at the enormous waterfall which has Niagra Falls pale in comparison.

Meanwhile, just before leaving Alto Paraiso, I was struck by an email from our youngest member of the family who reports being overly stressed out from the pressures of school, And she is not alone as our second youngest also reports the same. I feel so distressed that these girls who should be enjoying this time in life are already in league with the rest of adult humanity feeling the pressure of needing to succeed in a world full of competition where everyone fights to get ahead of the rest simply to have some measure of success at surviving! If only I could pass along one or two things I’ve learned along the way, like waiting for someday when something different happens (and here one must fill in the blank) to be happy, never actually happens. One must choose in the moment to _be happy now. I think too that all the rules have changed now. The old ways simply no longer apply. If one looks closely at what’s really going on, it’s not that hard to see that the “American dream” no longer exists. You can’t simply go to college, get a degree and go out and find a great job doing something you really love, making enough money to buy a house and a car, great clothes and all the rest of the things you think you really want because you’ve been so bombarded with advertisements everywhere you look convincing you that you’d be happier if you had them. The real trick is to not want stuff and to find happiness in the little things: a smile from a stranger passing by, a beautiful little flower you happen to notice, a fresh breeze blowing by on a hot day…..But these are the kinds of lessons one must learn on their own, they really can’t be taught, I suppose.

I’ve been watching Olivia who is not yet two years old. She is being raised very simply without very many toys or TV, without being compromised by vaccinations and artificial ingredients in her food. I am amazed at how she stops to listen when a bird is nearby. I can watch her learning as she stops to observe and think about what she has just seen. I’m not exactly sure why I bring this up, maybe the simpler life will lead to an adolescence and young adulthood less full of stress. I think this child’s education won’t drive her towards a frenzied need to succeed at such a cost. As our two youngest girls get their college educations at a cost that will put them in debt well into their old age with little hope of ever getting the kind of employment that will repay the loans interest let alone the principal, now that our world economy is crashing down around us. But I am not in a position of influence and so I can only sit idly by and watch what I consider to be a grave mistake.

Monday March 1, 2010

Writing from a hotel room somewhere close to Maringa while the rest of my traveling crew still sleep….. Not a good place for sleeping in my opinion. The noise from the highway traffic and the city traffic together with little break other than maybe the hours between 3 and 5 mixed with the city street lights coming through the window are not compatible with my need for darkness and quiet to get a good sleep.

I’ve always known that I’m not a big fan of cities, but lately my aversion to them has increased tenfold. I can not tolerate the noise or the pollution or the mix of energy

from so many people all in one concentrated place. Now with changes coming I worry about the welfare of the people who live in cities. When the infrastructure collapses, how will food and water get to the people with no way to access it directly?

Codex Alimentarious has been passed into legislation. Have you become aware of what this is? I’d recommend doing your own internet research on this horrendous bill which outlaws nutrients in foods and certain vitamins and supplements. Organic gardening too has been outlawed as well but I think that’s a different bill. So what is left available to eat are foods devoid of any nutritional value. The vegetables have been genetically modified which is changing our DNA. The seeds which are now available to the public are all treated with Monsanto’s chemicals so the poison is inherent in the food even before it grows. And of course the water has been poisoned for years with fluoride which they wanted us to believe was for the health of our teeth but turns out to produce impotence in men, sterilize women and generally pacify and subdue any tendency to protest what is being done to us. So unless you have your own underground spring or well, you are likely not drinking pure healthy water, our life substance. Recently we’ve discovered that they are now putting fluoride into bottled mineral water, so finding pure water when traveling away from home has become nearly impossible unless you can find a river close to its source before it becomes contaminated with sewage….

I don’t wish to be a naysayer or a source of depressing information, but how can I sit silently by and say nothing while we as a human species are being targeted for our demise in this way. At the very least we all need to know what’s being done so we can stand up and object and make an effort to change things.

I don’t necessarily think that moving to South America is the answer, even though I may have led you to believe that I thought it was. I’ve been looking for a better place and a better life than the one I’ve been witnessing and been a part of, but the real truth is that all over the world it’s the same, more or less. In places like Alto Paraiso, people arrive from all over the world looking for the same, a better life, free from the tyranny. And to some degree there are a few places where people are beginning to create a better life. But Paul, for instance, doesn’t like Brazil very much at all. I think he’s yearning for some of the comforts he’s accustomed to that he remembers from the past, long ago but confuses with places like North America and Europe. Unfortunately I don’t think they exist any longer. I think he’s yearning for a time of innocence when life still seemed good and worth living and held promise for a better future. When we journeyed to Canada, for instance it seemed like we’d left the 21^st century and time traveled back to 1950 and life seemed more simple and better.

Saturday March 6, 2010

Sitting in the bedroom of my friend’s sister’s room, with the window open to the streets of Buenos Aires, alone for a while with my computer…. Uta, Olivia, Paul and Rocket have left the house to walk 5 blocks to the veterinarian to have a look at some weird fungal looking rash that is spreading on Rocket’s belly.

Yesterday we left Posada in the Missiones province of Argentina around 6:30 pm to drive the rest of the way to Buenos Aires, straight through the night to arrive today around 11:00am. What’s most impressive about Argentina is the presence of military police on the roads. There are checkpoints quite often, manned with a small group of officers to check for suspicious passers-by, once in a while reviewing documents. We’ve been stopped on a few occasions. I am hoping that this presence is concentrated to the corridors where there are borders, particularly with Paraguay and that there will be more tranquil areas of the country where it is not such a dominant feature because I am finding it to be very oppressive in that way. Paul keeps saying that the presence of military police exists just the same in the US now, but looks different because there they hide in the bushes, for the surprise of finding you driving in excess of the speed limit, for example, while here they announce their presence with a sign that foretells, “CONTROL.” For speeding they have set up routinely placed cameras to photograph your car speeding and simply mail you a ticket and deduct points from your license. But the drivers, here in Argentina as well as in Brazil, drive at crazy excessive speeds, way beyond the posted limits.

Aside from this unfortunate aspect, everything else we’ve encountered we’ve been delighted to find. The roads are in excellent condition and well marked with signage so you can actually follow a map and know where you are, unlike in Brazil where nothing is marked with signage and no one really knows where the town after the next is, but if you stop and ask enough times, eventually you get there. The food here is actually good,

(What a pleasant change!) We’ve decided that we think that this is a much more European influenced culture. It feels much more reminiscent of the US than did Brazil. And it maintains many of the things we enjoyed about Europe in the 70’s and 80’s when it was much cooler (in our opinion) before the Illuminati got such a tight hold on controlling everything.

It seems to have an even more affordable economy than did Brazil. For example, earlier in the week during our endless days of driving through Brazil into Paraguay and then into Argentina in more powerful heat than either of us has ever encountered, the thermostat on our little Chevy stopped working and the engine needed to be rebuilt after driving at boiling temperatures for two days. At the first opportunity to find a mechanic to diagnose and fix our problem, we were amazed to be given a quote that amounted to the equivalent of around $125. A bargain we thought. Unfortunately it wasn’t in the end to be so simple or so affordable when the only parts available in Argentina would not fit a car made in Brazil, so after a day sitting in the back yard of the mechanic’s house (and shop) when this became clear, he drove us back to the chalets on the river where we’d spent the previous night so that he could cross the river the following day by ferry to Paraguay to buy the part we needed and in the end, the price went up to 1100 pesos which is 550 reais which is about 325 dollars, more or less. WOW! Imagine that job done anywhere in the US, a rebuilt engine and hours of the mechanics time to travel to another country to retrieve a part???? I guess there isn’t Fed Ex or UPS here for deliveries. We almost had to take a bus ride back to Brazil which the day before covered only 300 kilometers but took more than 8 hours to drive with all the police checkpoints and a protest which closed down the highway for about an hour in the hottest sun of the midday.

Traveling through South America isn’t exactly easy by road. Everything is farther than anyone ever leads you to believe or you can judge yourself by looking at a map. And it’s freakishly HOT! Well, I’m not sure you can say this is typical or related to earth changes (which by the way if you haven’t already noticed are induced and created by the Illuminati.) Call me crazy and naïve if you want to, but there is multiple proof from different sources that they have been caught setting off explosions to trigger the horrific catastrophic weather events such as the one in Haiti. So you have to ask yourself that the recent earthquake in Chili and the one that is expected to happen in California any day isn’t another of their tactics to create havoc and destruction, eliminating a little more of the overcrowded population of the planet and putting in the groundwork for martial law, more military presence, more restrictions of movements…. Honestly, driving through all these check points feels like war time in Nazi Germany. You may think that nothing like that will ever happen in the US, but look carefully at things that are beginning to happen. Don’t be taken by surprise.

The triple frontier was crazy! You have to go through one border crossing after another, showing your documents, being scrutinized and hassled. Personally I wasn’t hassled by it; it was simply an exercise in being patient on a very hot day. We arrived very late in Foz do Iguaçu nearing 5 o’clock, thinking the drive would get us there by noon. Uta had some concerns about the border crossing but wouldn’t tell us why or elaborate much that she had overstayed her time limit in Brazil and might have to pay a hefty fine. For this reason she warned us in advance that she might prefer to leave the car and cross the border on a public bus with her daughter, telling us where to meet her in the event she chose to do this. We took a wrong turn and drove into Paraguay rather than Argentina and needed to pass immigration before we could turn around to pass through the Argentinean border. The border crossing in Paraguay which was once merely a small hut is now being reconstructed by the Illuminati as a large dominating building, by the way. Hoping out of the car, Uta instructed us to find the bus station on the Argentinean side of Iguaçu, that she would arrive within two hours at most. Driving off without our interpreter and guide, we found the bus station after what we thought to be a rather easy border crossing and asking only two different people for directions. Spotting a bar, the three of us (Rocket, Paul and I) pulled up a couple plastic bar chairs in the shade and settled in for what we thought might be a two hour wait. When darkness fell, and three hours had passed, we began to worry that they hadn’t arrived. We’d been enjoying a conversation with a Brazilian couple but thought they too were visiting the Argentina side of Foz. A few beers later and with Paul’s purchase of a map of Argentina, I suddenly thought to confirm that we were in Puerto Iguaçu, the determined meeting place, but NO, turns out we’d re-entered Brazil, from Paraguay, not Argentina! Now after dark, well after the two hour waiting time to meet back up, we hurriedly left with directions from our new friends and the bar man to cross the frontier into Argentina and then find the bus station once there.

At the border we were held by the Duenas while they reviewed all the documents we’d brought for Rocket, being told to pull over and submit to a series of questions which we only hoped to understand. In the end it proved not to be a problem at all, but it had Paul sweating it a bit and mentally constructing all the possible scenarios that might be playing out, before we eventually knew that it was a simply some formalities that needed to be followed. I was not concerned except for the late hour at which we might or might not find Uta and Olivia. The thought of functioning now in Spanish of which I knew practically nothing without Uta had me a little intimidated. Fortunately for me there are many words that sound somewhat similar so that when speaking in Portuguese to Spanish speaking Argentineans, there is a small modicum of understanding. Thank God! Otherwise I’d be starting over from scratch just as I was really getting a handle on this new language.

I suppose it was well after nine pm when we eventually found the right bus station in the right country. Driving down the street after stopping several times to ask directions, we heard the familiar cat call from our friend as she spotted us driving down the street. Happy to be reunited we went in search of a hotel for the night and a late dinner after an eternally long travel day!

The next day was a scheduled day for shopping in Paraguay where the prices are known to be about a third of the prices for items like technology than in Brazil or Argentina, where all the prices are super inflated for these kinds of purchases. I was led to believe it would be a quick easy trip, that we would hop a bus, cross the border, buy the stuff we needed and be back in a flash. But here is where I finally learned that to a person from South America, what qualifies as short, fast and easy is far different from my own estimation of what this means. After a several block walk to a bus stop, we waited in the hot sun for close to an hour for the right bus, after which we rode the bus for some 35 minutes or so before stopping at the border crossing where we all departed from the bus, showed our documents and then re-boarded the bus and drove for another 20 minutes to another border crossing. Here we encountered a problem with Uta’s documents and every effort she had made the day before to avoid paying fines was to be confronted in a pleading argument with the authorities which did not end well for her. Told she would be arrested if she refused to sign several papers, she reluctantly signed but was more than distressed. I had lost all interest in pursuing my quest to even visit Paraguay where I was on a mission to replace my broken camera, feeling that the cost of the expedition was not worth the price of the hassle. However my friend assured me that it was not a problem, that we were almost there and not to worry. Once through the bureaucratic nonsense, we walked across a bridge crossing the river which separates Brazil from Paraguay and began a long hot crowded walk through the market place where everyone was desperate to sell us something. Entering the camera store, I was determined to make a selection quickly, finish my business and get the hell out of Paraguay, back on the bus and back to the hotel where Paul and Rocket were waiting by a cool refreshing pool. But as usual hours of hot sticky daytime passed by as we completed our mission and sat to wait for the bus that would take us back through what I previously described in the opposite direction. I think we left around 11:00 that morning, expecting to return around 3, but eventually arrived close to 7pm (a typical extension of predicted time- a little more than twice as long!)

So here we were in Foz do Iguaçu, a place famous for its incredible magnificent beauty around the world, but our time had nearly run out to arrive in Buenos Aires for a family birthday party (our determined arrival time) and we would not all be permitted to visit the falls with Rocket, so rather than leaving Paul and Rocket behind as offered, I chose to skip the attraction and move along, waterfall unseen. We reasoned that we were not actually traveling as tourists, but with a mission to find the perfect new location for home, so it wasn’t important to see the tourist attraction, in spite of its beauty. And besides, it could be that we will return through this direction once again when we go to retrieve the things we left behind with friends. Paul now has determined without question that he does not wish to live in Brazil while I still keep the option open as a possibility, simply because I love the people there. But he and Uta like to remind me that I will love the people wherever I go because they are simply a reflection of me and my love for them. I suppose this could be true….

The following morning, just before leaving, we met the most strikingly beautiful woman who because of falling in love with Rocket at first sight engaged Paul in a long conversation while I was off in the room finishing up. She wanted to share with us the perfect location in the world to live and have a business. It seemed very important to her that she give us this information and the connection we made with her was quite special, so we were in no doubt that she was an angel dropped into our path to deliver a message. I will say her more about her later because I believe our paths will cross again.

So I’ll just stop here for a moment and attempt to sum up our 1^st week of travel. It was far more distance to cover than either of us imagined and moved slower than the pace of a snail. It was incredibly hot! There was nothing but mile after mile (or I should say kilometer after kilometer) of soybean fields in every direction as far as the eye could see with the occasional field of corn and even less frequently sugarcane. The air was so polluted you could hardly breathe because of chemical spraying and manufacturing. The intensity of the sun and the oppressive heat was a force to be reckoned with and another reason why it was hard to catch a breath of fresh air. Even at night the temperature didn’t drop to a temperature of any relief. There was barely food to eat with any nutritional value and it was almost impossible to find unadulterated water, pure enough to sustain life. But we four are happy travelers and none of these factors dampened our spirits as we surround ourselves with the love we hold for each other and the world around us. We arrived on day 8, a week and a day after leaving High Paradise, with enough time for a rest before the anticipated reunion at the niece’s birthday party. A small delay kept us in a town for an extra day, while we repaired our car, but we found there a little cottage to stay in with a great pool by a river and a little kitchen to prepare our own food, complete with air conditioning and Olympic figure skating on the TV. So, here we are in Buenos Aires. We’ve enjoyed the time we are spending in the house where Uta grew up and being here with her sister. Her mother is away on vacation, so it is only the 5 of us and very relaxed. I am getting a real flavor of life here, seeing Uta’s world and her life in old photographs and both Paul and I feel a real sense of deep knowing and memory of her. It struck us both a little differently but intensely as he felt a memory of a father, daughter relationship and I felt a deep past knowing of her as a younger person than she is now. It’s hard to explain but it’s a memory that transcends time. For Paul it sometimes occurs as a memory of the future. For me, it sometimes occurs as a memory of a past life…..

Our first impression of Argentina is a good one and other than the excessive military presence of controlled road checks, we like the way it feels a little more sophisticated, more European, better cheese, better pastries, better wine, better road conditions….. Comparing somehow feels a little wrong but I suppose it’s only natural for a selection process- which feels better, here or there, where should we stay……??? Our criteria has changed a little. We still have more or less the same objective though. We want to find a place with as little interference from the Illuminati as possible where we can live a free and simple life. Where we can live independent of any infrastructure that may collapse or otherwise cease to exist, for example growing our own organic food, providing clean water from our own source, generating whatever income we need from our own artistic talents and skills….. A place of natural beauty, crisp fresh air where we can watch this child whom we’ve been gifted with grow up in a world all of us are entitled to live in filled with love and appreciation. After the raw wild nature of Brazil, Paul knows that his comfort level is different than mine, a little more upscale and choosey. He likes cities with restaurants and bars where he can sit with a good beer and watch people go by. I like mountains where I can be away from people and watch the water flow by in the rivers and the birds and insects fly by. For a moment we questioned that we could each find our happiness in the same place and might need to choose different locations but these days we think we are going to find the perfect place where this exists. I almost hesitate to say too much and place us anywhere on the map, wishing almost to lose myself somewhere in the world and let all my concerns drift away in the wind. Perhaps those of you whose path parallels mine will find me and join me again for a time, if not in this life maybe in another…….But more than likely paths cross for a moment and then diverge. In that instant of connection all that needs to transpire does without spoken language but in the spark of recognition in the twinkle of an eye.

I’ve been recognizing souls and been the object of recognition my whole life. Sometimes it happens in airports; sometimes it happens in the checkout lane of the grocery store. Often it happens between me and babies- these new souls just coming back. Last night a young boy of nine recognized me. He kissed me took my hand and showed me the way to the bathroom. We recognized each other. It’s so cool!

Last night at the party I watched as the guests arrived. Each person greets everyone with a kiss before settling into whatever group they are going to sit with to talk. This is a custom I so love to see. There are different customs for kissing. In some places it’s only one kiss on the check, in others it’s a kiss on each cheek. And then there’s the kiss one check, the other and back to the first again. Sometimes it’s a full embrace or an embrace and a kiss. And then there’s my new Italian friend who grabs your shoulders, pulls you in close and gives you a big wet kiss full on the mouth! I can never understand what his name is well enough to remember it so I just refer to him as “beijo me mucho”, or beijo-me for short.

Monday March 8, 2010

Our 3rd day in Buenos Aires now and we finally got a moment to connect to the internet which until now has not been functioning here at the house. We’ve been seeing a little television while we’ve been resting up from our travels and noticed Obama talking about the elections in Iraq and figured it was a distraction to get the attention off of what the Illuminati has going on now behind the scenes. After all it’s March and time for the Bilderburg group to be meeting again to formulate their plans for the next 6 months. Because of this we were eager to connect to the internet to see if we could find any current news. Often we can scroll through world news headlines onwww.whatdoesitmean.com and see if there’s anything hidden among the headlines that might give some indication. Without seeing much there that alerted us to anything specific we noticed that Alex Jones interviewed Gerald Celente on the 5^th and tuned into that interview on YouTube. Turns out Gerald was in Chile when the earthquake hit and had information for us that was very relevant. I’d recommend listening to the 40 minute interview yourselves…. Since I can’t get back on the internet now I can not provide an easy link, but you can use the search function on You Tube to find it.

At the moment we are waiting to leave again in the next day or two to continue our journey to explore two areas of Argentina that we think might be right for us to settle down and begin to prepare for what we continue to suspect will be hard times. The worst (or best) that can happen is that we will be prepared to survive under the worst of conditions without any infrastructure and this will never come to pass. But waiting for the eventuality to occur before taking actions will not suffice as by then it could be too late. So here’s the thing: preparing for worst case scenarios has its problems certainly; your friends and family think you are crazy and over -reactive, you may make bad decisions (like selling your beautiful home before you really needed to) but if the proverbial shit does hit the fan, we will be the ones who are in a better position to help the others. We alone will be prepared.

We watched a profound film once. Actually it was a poorly made film as far as artistic criteria is concerned but the message we got from it was rather profound for us. It was called “Cloverfield.” In it an event transpired, in this case it was a monster flick and an invasion of giant people eating creatures arrived in New York City, after which NOTHING remained the same. As we used to like to say, “In the flick of a horses tail….” everything changed; life as you knew it ceases to exist. Since then we have an awareness that a “cloverfield” like event could occur in any given moment. Particularly when we know that an agenda has been in place since the conception of life in the universe to cause a particular outcome. But what we see and understand is so different from the majority of the population because we somehow knew to unplug from the prescribed system when we were very young. We stopped watching TV and because of this we were less bombarded with the accepted view of life that most people on the planet have accepted as correct and apparently obvious, while deeming the rest of us who didn’t proscribe to be lunatics or at the very least, misguided!

So one of the things that Gerald Celente pointed out in his interview with Alex Jones was that no one in the hotel other than he and two other people were prepared to even exit the building to survive the earthquake in Chile. They were running around yelling “Call 911, call 911!” They were waiting for some outside authority to come to their rescue, trusting that there was such a thing. People, what we need to do is learn how to survive now in the event that life as you know it changes. In the event of a third world war, in the event of no fuel to drive the trucks from the farms to the city grocery stores, in the event of no energy to heat your homes in winter or cool them in the extreme heat of summer, what will you do? Who will you call? What’s so important now is people forming communities to help each other with our basic survival needs. As I see it that means growing food to sustain life, having pure water to drink, an ability to stay warm enough or cool enough from the extreme temperatures….after that a life that gives you some peace and some happiness where your loved ones are near, your children are safe…maybe some activity that brings you joy….although survival might occupy all your waking moments….its hard to say. But if for example you live in a city and can not get soil and seeds to grow food or cannot get drinking water, then what??? Can you get to a source from a rural area where you know the food and water are reliable? Can you support a local cooperative organic farm like a CSA(community supported agriculture)? Just think about it now before it’s too late to find your resources. If you put plans in place that never become necessary, all the better!

Enough for now, I hope…. More to come….