Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Private Message

                               PHOTOS/EDITS BY RUTH RADER

"I have to do this...I've been thinking about it all day...either I do it now or it won't happen.
And it's got to happen. Do...do you understand what little I have told you? I mean, you
must understand...you stand on the edge all the time. Come on, tell me that I am not insane.
I'm not crazy but I am. Well, maybe not...you know what I mean...what is happening is crazy.
You see over there, that building...what is going on in there is insanity."

He looked at me with the eyes of a sky diver who was getting ready to take a very crucial
jump. And his finger pointed toward a glass and steel structure that reflected the world around
it with subtle nonchalance.

I gave him a sleepy smile and replied, "You go do what you have to do. I mean we're here, aren't
we? So you're already doing it. I believe that you are doing the right thing. Now go on and I'll
sit here and take a nap."

I yawned and slid lower in the seat.

"Okay" he whispered and for one tense moment, he stared through the windshield at the rows
of cars parked around him.

Then he turned to me and said, "Stay in the car. Don't talk to anyone. Just try to make yourself
invisible. I will back as quickly as I can."

Later on that day, we stood like soldiers...beside the Interstate battlefield. The moment of
separation had come. And it seemed so surreal to know that something very important had just
happened and no one else knew about it...yet.

"You know that I will never see you again. I won't ever admit that I met you, either." he said.

I grinned at him, this Don Quixote of the dark Internet world...wielding a sword with a sharper
blade than the enemy realized.

"You did good, kid." I simply said. Then I turned around, disconnected and walked away
from the road.
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*Like a light curl connecting across the world*--Ruth Rader.




Monday, August 29, 2016

Rain: A Magical Miracle

    PHOTOS/EDITS BY RUTH RADER

There has not been a drop of rain in this area since July 10. We are now under a Red Flag Warning, And all I want for my birthday on September 10 is a big, rousing storm. A deluge with explosive
thunder and a hard, driving rain.

But it won't happen.

In fact, according to the National Weather Service, I might not see any measurable precipitation
here until late October.


This climate is taking its toll on my psyche. It has required some mental adjustment.

I plan to visit the Corvallis area in October to enjoy the Fall colors and remember what it's like
to live in a rain plain. Then I will come back here with the sincere hope that I will bring
the rain back with me.



The smoke wound its blue and gray appendages through the dusty air yesterday. High heat and
the poor air quality made that uncomfortable situation even worse. The afternoon temperature has
been hovering in the high 90's for weeks now. I prefer the cool, conditioned and filtered air in my
hideaway.

Please pray for rain for Ruthie. Do a rain dance and point the hydro-spirits in my direction.

I am asking for a magical miracle.

   
The only green areas are where the hose or the artificial irrigation hits on a regular basis. Cat likes to
take his nap near the only green grass around here.

   
While the only flowers left, wait bravely in the shade...for rain.



And the apples, fallen too early...slowly sink into the dust.



Sunday, August 28, 2016

Into The Great Wide Taken

                                PHOTO/EDITS BY RUTH RADER

Some holy hoarders have moved into northern Idaho. And the WASHINGTON POST published
an article about it. The words below are my response to that article. I posted the comments on the Washington Post website last night:
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I don't believe in coincidence. But I do believe in the existence and the power of God. And I believe that He led me to read this article tonight. Oh, if you could see a video of my memories!

Lately, for no particular reason, I have started watching dozens of SHTF and "Survival Tip Of The Week" videos. I have also checked-out every type of structure available, from tiny houses to bomb bunkers. And I have read quite a few of the redneck, Christian right, git mah gun, stay away frum mah greed stash...publications.





"I git along with animuls more than I do people!" say the thinly-vieled haters who tell themselves more lies than they do anyone else. They repeat those lies in order to assauge what's left of their conscience as they hoard...with no intention of sharing...more and more and more. And I know where it all will lead...eventually, it will be Hayden Lake all over again.

What do I mean by that?

Years ago, I bluffed my way into a day and overnight experience at what was then the Aryan Nations compound near Hayden Lake, Idaho. I met Mr. Butler and ate a spaghetti dinner in his house. I prowled around the compound...from the so-called "church" (with the bullet hole in the lower left corner of the stained glass window that hung high in the sanctuary and the Hitler youth tracts stashed in the foyer) to the office where I looked at page-after-page of names and addresses on the local and the National mailing lists. I know about Congress and the collection of cars at the bottom of the hill near the tree line.

My point?

People who walk down the "survivalist" path need to be careful that they don't wander too far off the trail. Otherwise, they will become just as corrupt and dangerous as those that they say are the real threat. I don't care how many pounds of supplies you gather together...just as long as you share a message of peace with the rest of the world at the end of the day.