By the time I hit my island, I was physically spent. Long scented with camp fire smoke, human salt sweat, sun and bush; insects didn’t bother with me anymore. Confident I could manage this solo, I happily waved the team leaders canoe off, dropped my dry food, plastic sheet and rope for a ‘hoochie tent’. I sat solidly near the islands edge. Alone at last, I breathed deeply then listened to this place.
The Fearful Elite
The elite are afraid. They are afraid because they know the truth. The stark reality of their own demise is on the horizon. They know the truth of the new technologies, soon to be released to humanity. These technologies will render their products of oil and gas and their concept of money, irrelevant. Don’t…