He Bought a Whole Town (in the middle of nowhere)
Plus my commentary...
2.5 hours from a legitimate grocery story is a town in the middle of the forest owned by one man. Here, the small community survives independently, with the biggest threats being mountain lions and the occasional criminal attempting to hide from the law.
Well, the guy is obviously fishing for new blood. Places like this don’t open their borders to just anyone. There are a few points I strongly disagree with this mountain gentleman on, but overall, if you understand what it takes to truly live off-grid, maybe—just maybe—this is for you.
He negates the dynamics of races, which is a really strange thing for someone surrounded by the raw forces of nature. Nature will very quickly show you what is what and who is who.
A bear is a bear, and a mountain lion is a mountain lion. They will never be a quacking duck or a murmuring salmon.
But that is the only truly negative thing. If you look closely, there isn’t one so-called “minority” figure living amongst them. There are no handouts up in the mountains—no freshly licked food stamps or free government-sponsored lotteries (a.k.a. giveaways for no obvious reason).
What he isn’t saying is that in these places, you can work actively for 4-5 hours a day and then do whatever you like. But those few hours will be honest working hours—no slacking.
If you don’t work, there’s no food, no water, no heat. The desired lifestyle can quickly turn into a living hell—a true nightmarish experience.
Don’t fall in love with this place. Even Bible-babble tells you this undeniable fact. But some places are living proof that the hand of the divine exists, truly works in mysterious ways, and can only be found if you have the right set of eyes and ears.
If your heart is open to different solutions—not the ones given to you by the self-imposed masters of the “known universe”—maybe a new leaf and a welcoming adventure await your hiking boots somewhere high in the mountains.
But don’t get too comfortable if you truly understand my writings. This is just one station on the road to true recovery, to the true foundation where the real you will be found—without apologies and without the usual regrets.
Sometimes, even if the water is cold, full of treacherous and threatening whirlpools, you must jump to reach the other side. There’s no way around it.
Anyway, it’s not a bad deal if you’ve got what it takes. No self-appointed gurus, no all-knowing sherpas, no infallible holy preachers, rabbis, or imams to drive your soul into the world beyond infinity. No false promises.
Trust me, this guy would prefer the situation in his town to be what it was like before the shortage of willing hearts and minds. But sometimes, only fresh blood can give a thriving jump start—even to forgotten towns that are highly functional in the middle of nowhere.
Cheers, have a good one!
Remember the 1992 Ruby Ridge standoff with the Weaver family in Idaho? ZOG (Zionist Occupied Government) agents of the FBI murdered Randy Weaver's son, the family dog, and his wife Vicki, her head blown apart by an FBI sniper, (a Gook) while she was holding her baby, standing in front of her kitchen window. Her Gook assassin got a promotion for his fine work. All because Randy refused to be a rat-fuck, snitch/informer for them. The Weavers lived in total isolation, on the side of a mountain in a forest. No one lived remotely close to them. Yet the satanic Cryptocracy had no qualms or trouble with dispensing its sub-human servants to destroy them, without cause. I wish this guy and his project well, but if he or anyone for that matter thinks they are out of Archontic reach in this realm, they are seriously deluded.
My sister went to live in the then dying towns of mountain Europe almost fifty years ago. It's been a mixed bag in many ways but I have respect for the way they impacted the regions. Never isolated, never off the grid, not an easy life. If we ever meet HP we'll exchange thoughts and stories.