Walking the Walk

Have you ever noticed that it is easier to talk about something than it is to actually do something?  It is one thing to talk about "going solar" and another entirely to take the plunge and put your money where your mouth is. It is by far harder to walk the walk than it is to talk the talk.

Over the years, we have spoken with numerous people who want to live off-grid.  The interesting thing is, that most of them know how to live an off-grid life better than we do.  Sir Knight and I have politely listened to more people than we can count, tell us that our system is all wrong, that our wind turbine would have produced more power if we would have wired a 9 volt battery to the guy wires and that really, we could make more power than we could ever use if only we would put tin foil antennas on top of our solar array.  They mention that they would never use two Xantrex inverters, because Bob's Solar has a super-duper all-in-one unit that makes solar panels obsolete and all you have to do is rub your hands twice a day in close proximately to the unit and you can run your electric forced air heater and hot water tank and still have power left over for the air conditioner.  Foolish us, we have just lived off-grid for the last 10 1/2 years - they have taken that time to study, read and talk, and we are the lucky recipients of their acquired knowledge.

Now don't go getting the idea that I think we know everything about living off the grid.  I love hearing how other people do things.  It is amazing how creative people can get.  One of my favorite pastimes is to trade notes with other off-grid types.  The school of hard knocks has come calling to us all and we are the better for it.  It is the all-talk no-action crowd that drive me nuts.  It is amazing how much these folks know, but how little they can actually do.  And it is not just off-grid living that attracts these folks - it is preparedness as well.

One of the hallmarks of a hard-core prepper is the determination to make sure that his preparations will not be in vain.  The prepper that will actually survive the end of the world as we know it is the prepper that has tested his preparations.  He knows that his food is fresh because he rotated it faithfully.  He knows that his generator will run with a load because he regularly load tests and services it.  He is confident that his oil lamps won't burn his house down, because he field tested numerous lighting methods and settled on the one that would best serve his needs.  He is the go-to man in a medical crisis because he didn't just buy all the neat little gadgets, but he acquired the knowledge and skills required to effectively use those gadgets.  He will survive the end of the world because he walked the walk.  He didn't just talk about it.

Walking the the preparedness walk requires effort, commitment and inconvenience.  You will be in for an expensive education, but an education that will serve you well when the grid goes down.  Don't be the smartest guy in the room - the guy telling everyone else how to do it - with no real life experience backing you up.  Be the guy who has done it.  Be the guy who knows how to do it, not because you have read about it but because you have lived it, because you have practiced it.  Be the guy who walks the walk - not the guy who talks the talk.

Product Review - Powdered Scrambled Eggs

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In our quest to decide how to spend our long term food storage money, we have been trying a lot of different dehydrated foods.  Powdered eggs were kind of a stretch for us because we have heard so many horrible things about them.  We have used "whole eggs" for years in our baked goods, and have never had a complaint, but powdered scrambled eggs?  That would be a real test.

We opened our #10 tin of powdered scrambled eggs and gave it a try.  The directions called for 2 tablespoons of powder to 3 tablespoons of warm water.  We measured enough for 8 eggs, so that everyone could try it and give their honest opinion.

The eggs did not smell like "real" eggs.  They mixed up well (I used an egg beater), but of course had a different consistency than eggs fresh from a chicken.  We put salt and pepper and a few chives in the eggs (just like we use for regular scrambled eggs) and poured the mixture into a pan with melted butter.  They cooked rather quickly and soon began to resemble scrambled eggs.  Minutes later, our eggs were ready for the breakfast plate.

Sir Knight was the first taste tester.  As he always uses Tabasco Sauce on his eggs, he sprinkled a judicious amount on these eggs too.  He cautiously tested the eggs and deemed them "not horrible".  They do not taste like normal eggs, and their texture is different, but they are not bad, just different.  If you are expecting eggs, you will be disappointed, but if you are expecting an egg substitute, these are a fine substitute.

Master Calvin and Princess Dragon Snack ate their eggs with no complaint, although they did not go back for seconds.  Master Hand Grenade put Tabasco on his (which he does not normally do) and Miss Calamity ate all of hers, deeming them "so so".  I thought they were quite passable, although not like real scrambled eggs.

All in all, we would buy the powdered scrambled eggs again.  We would not eat them as plain scrambled eggs, however.  They would be fine in an omelet, a frittata or even breakfast burritos - anything that scrambled eggs were secondary to the meal itself.  They are not a scrambled egg worth taking center stage.

While we would drink and rotate the Morning Moo's milk, the scrambled egg powder is strictly long term storage food.  It is not something we would keep on the shelf to round out our pantry, but we would store it for a worst-case scenario event.

Our family gave the scrambled egg powder a two out of five star rating.

Walmart (in some locations) have begun carrying the Augason Farms survival foods.  Rosaur's carries a good selection and they are available online from Costco and at some Costco warehouses.  Long term food storage is finally becoming mainstream.  Are you worried yet?

Debt, the economy & Lentil Burgers

Daily, new headlines jump off the pages of websites and newspapers, shouting the demise of our great nation.  "S&P downgrades debt", "Deficit hits new highs", "Gas prices spike".  Everywhere we turn we are confronted with the fragile nature of our economy and livelihood.  And it just keeps getting worse.  The debt is bad enough, but our inability to right where we went wrong is the real tragedy.

Years ago, when Sir Knight and I decided to move to the country, live in a shop with no electricity, running water or flushing toilets, we were faced with our own, personal downgrade of economy.   Before we moved, we had a beautifully planned budget, a dream and the energy to make everything happen.  Then reality hit.  None of our expenses fit within the tidy confines of our budget.  Our dream gave way to real life circumstances and our energy waned under the shear volume of work.  We had knowingly piled ourselves with high payments in order to make short work of our debts.  We had a property payment, a well payment (the well had cost about $12,000.00 more than we had budgeted), a car payment (I had foolishly thought we needed a larger vehicle), monthly auto insurance, phone, medical bills and the list goes on an on.  When all was said and done, we had about $70.00 every two weeks of "disposable" income.  When I say disposable, I mean money that wasn't being spent on bills.  That $70.00 had to cover food, fuel for oil lamps, toiletries and everything else a family of five might need.  We were in a crisis.  We had no one to tax and increase our revenue.  We didn't believe in welfare, food stamps or medicaid.  We had to find our proverbial boot straps and give them a good yank.

After meticulously tracking our every expenditure, cutting out EVERYTHING that wasn't a NECESSITY and discontinuing our welfare programs (the children didn't NEED candy bars or NEW shoes - thrift store fodder would have to do), we inventoried what other cuts we could make.  Ultimately, we had to pay off our debt first - everything else was secondary.  The only way we could do that, was by not buying food.  By the grace of God, we had stocked up for Y2K when we had plenty and now, when we had nothing in the way of money, we had lots in the way of stored foods.  I hauled out my trusty More with Less cookbook, poured over the pages and planned our menu using foods we had stored.  No more New England boiled dinners or pizza on Friday night, we now ate things like 11 bean soup, whole wheat bread (we ground the grain by hand) and lentil burgers.  From time to time, I would save enough eggs from our hens to spoil the family with potato soup and rich egg dumplings - a real treat.

For two years, we struggled, eating our way through our stored foods supply and then, little by little, our debt began to fall away.  A medical bill here, a car payment there and soon (although it felt like an eternity) we had escaped the crushing economy of our own making.  We had waded through the muck and had come out on the other side.  It was the right thing to do.  We could have begged, borrowed and stolen, but instead, we worked, denied ourselves and learned to live within our means.

Just like our country should.

Nowhere in my experience, has anyone ever gotten out of debt by borrowing.  It just doesn't work that way.  It has been proven over and over that you spend what you make.  If you make more money, you will spend more money.  If you borrow money to pay off your credit cards, you will end up with a payment for the loan, and, in very short order, you will have a credit card payment to make.  Again.  It is human nature.

It is well past time our country learns to eat lentil burgers.  We have gone from a country that ate Filet Mignon once a month, to wanting to eat Filet Mignon every day.  We need to get back to basics, with only an occasional splurge.  We need to deny our government more money and the ability to borrow money in our names.  We need to demand that, as a country, we live within our means.  It will hurt.  Denying ourselves always does. But it is worth it.  As a family, we were willing to eat lentil burgers in order to balance our budget.  As a country, we have to be willing to do the same.


Lentil Burgers

Combine in a bowl:
2 C. cooked, cooled lentils, drained
1 egg
1/2 C. cracker crumbs
1 small onion, minced
Tomato juice
Salt and pepper

Mix all ingredients together using just enough tomato juice to hold mixture in shape when pattied.  Fry like hamburgers in small amount hot oil, shortening or bacon fat.  Serve in buns to complement legume protein.

Product Review - Chocolate Morning Moo's

After buying a number of different products packaged in #10 tins in an "emergency survival" section of a local grocery store, I have been systematically trying them so I know what we would like to stock up on and what we consider a waste of money.

We bought our "emergency" foods at a local chain grocery store called Rosauers (although I have heard that local Walmart stores have begun to carry the same selection).  The prices at the local stores are considerably less than they are when purchasing the same item online (and, of course, you don't have to pay shipping).  For example, I bought honey powder for $8.99 for a #10 tin at Rosauers and the same thing online costs $12.75.

Our latest experiment has been with Chocolate Morning Moos.  Generally speaking, we don't allow our children to indulge in chocolate milk, however, in a survival situation, sometimes a little taste of normal goes a long way.  Oftentimes, powdered milk is a less than savory substitute for the real thing and when the grid goes down, will most likely be confined to baking rather than drinking "fresh".  Kids, especially those used to drinking milk and other "flavored" drinks will view chocolate milk as a highly anticipated treat after months of nothing but water.  In that vein, we bought a tin of Chocolate Morning Moos and proceeded to give it a try.

Can, freshly opened.  It is quite full.

Measuring enough powder for 1 gallon of "milk"

Pouring warm water in with the powder

Mixing 1 quart warm water with powder

Pouring the mixture into a gallon jar.
Fill the jar with cold water and mix.
Refrigerate. 

The review panel - my children - gave the Chocolate Morning Moos an enthusiastic thumbs up.  The flavor does improve after being chilled (as stated on the can), although my children all had to taste it immediately and were instantly smitten.

Handy spot on the back of the
can to write the date that the item was opened.

I will buy more Chocolate Morning Moos, although I will not keep a large supply on hand, due to the fact that I think our money is spent more wisely on nutritious foods.  I do think having a can or two could be a tremendous morale booster, especially for special occasions like birthdays and holidays.

Child-like faith

So many times, as adults, we make things too complicated.  We are selfish, greedy and want things our own way and our judgement becomes clouded because of our own self-centered desires.  Although we talk of great faith, our lack of faith becomes evident in our murmurings.

The bible talks of a simple, child-like faith.  A faith so pure and complete that it can move mountains and the very hand of God.  It talks of a faith that I long to possess.  But I am bound by selfishness, logic and reason.  My faith is often limited by how I feel versus what I know.  My faith is weak.

I came face-to-face with perfect, child-like faith while teasing my young daughter, Princess Dragon Snack.  Dragon Snack's birthday is coming up, and in honor of this great event, we bought her a bed - her very own, first bed.  Oh, she has always had a place to sleep, but not really a bed of her own.  First, of course, she slept in a crib.  Then she graduated to sleeping with her big sister.  Eventually she moved into a toddler bed and then, after outgrowing the toddler bed, rested her head on an old, military cot bed.  For her upcoming birthday, we bought her a beautiful, shabby, antique "princess" bed.  It has a gorgeous shape and fading but ageless beauty that we thought would be perfect for our precious treasure.

Maid Elizabeth and I snuck away to town to retrieve Dragon Snack's surprise and came home with her new treasure tucked securely in the back of the truck.  Princess Dragon Snack knew nothing of her surprise and I had to think of something to tell her as to why we were taking down her military cot.  I called her to me, and in a most somber voice, told her that we were going to have to take her bed down.  She would now be reduced to sleeping on the floor.  She looked at me with her huge blue eye, searched me questioningly and asked "why, mama?".  I told her that after trading up to the military cot, I had determined that we just didn't have the room for her bed any longer.  She would now have to sleep on the floor, "but don't worry" I reassured her, "I will give you a sleeping bag to sleep in".  Her face sparkled.  She threw her arms around me saying "thank you, thank you, thank you" and danced off singing "I get to sleep in a sleeping bag, I get to sleep in a sleeping bag!".  She was thrilled.  I sat there dumbfounded.  I had just informed my young daughter that I was taking her bed away, reducing her to sleeping on the floor and she kissed me and thanked me for it.  She had absolute faith that I was doing the right thing!  It didn't even occur to her to be upset about losing her bed - she was thrilled that I was giving her a sleeping bag.

In that moment, God humbled me.  I have fussed and complained over more circumstances than I care to admit.  I have questioned God's providence and even His love for me.  I have murmured about my situation and have wallowed in the depths of despair.  I have been a child of little faith.  Princess Dragon Snack trusted me with the perfect faith of a child.  A faith that knew I would only do what was best for her.  A faith that reveled in whatever circumstances she found herself in, knowing those circumstances came from loving parents.  A perfect, child-like faith.  My daughter had the faith that I wanted.

The thrill at being allowed to sleep in a sleeping bag was only dimmed by the unveiling of her new "Princess" bed.  Sleeping bag forgotten, she danced for joy when she saw her shabby birthday present.  It was all she had ever wanted, and more, she said.  The reality is that it was not Princess Dragon Snack who received a present that day, it was me.  She showed me perfect faith.  She gave me the gift of glimpsing the faith that can move mountains.  She showed me child-like faith.

Product Review - Honey Powder

A friend, visiting last week, mentioned in passing that they had been traveling through a small town to the south of us and stopped at a local grocery store to pick up a few essentials.  Imagine her surprise, when going toward the checkout line, she noticed a large, hand-lettered sign with the words "Emergency Survival Food".  Intrigued, she made her way toward the rows of #10 tins to investigate.  She toted home a few tins of banana chips and quickly made plans to revisit the store to further bolster her preparedness supplies.  Of course, I filed this information away with hopes that we too would be making our way south in the near future so that I could check out this "survival" section of a mainstream grocery store.

Today was that day.  Sir Knight, the kids and I headed south to attend our nephew's birthday party and had to drive right past that very store.  How could we possibly not stop?  A quick trip inside revealed a gold mind of emergency essentials.  Sure enough, rows upon rows of dehydrated foods in #10 tins consumed premium space right next to the checkout counter.  Standard fair such as powdered milk and potato gems were present along with other not-so-common items like powdered scrambled eggs, butter powder and honey powder.  We picked up a few tins of this and that so that we could evaluate the quality of the food and decide what we were interested in stocking up on.  The honey powder was especially intriguing, since we had never heard of such a thing.  I couldn't wait to get home and try it.

Honey powder in the can
(it was about 2/3 full - it is filled
by weight and not by volume)

Mixing the powder with water

The honey powder package had direction for using both straight from the can (in powder form) and rehydrating the powder and using as table honey.  I thought it more likely that we would reconstitute the honey and use it in liquid form so I followed the rehydrating directions, with really exceptional results.

First, I measured 1 cup of honey powder into a saucepan, slowly added 1/4 cup of cold water and stirred to combine.  After the powder and water had been sufficiently mixed, I put the saucepan on the stove and slowly heated the mixture up until the sugars went into solution.  Of course, at this point we had to taste the honey to see if it was remotely edible.  It was great!  I was very surprised.  It was the taste and consistency of "regular" honey.  I would gladly put the reconstituted honey on my table.

Heating the honey

The honey after the sugars have dissolved

It was exciting to see preparedness foods in a chain grocery store.  We brought home a brochure for the supplier, Augason Farms, which showcased even more products than the grocery store had carried.  The prices in the grocery store were considerably less than they are on the Augason Farms website, which I attribute to the shear bulk that is carried in the store location.

It is even the right consistency and color!

Although honey has an incredibly long shelf life, I think the honey powder is definitely a worthy addition to our preparedness stores.  I will definitely be frequenting that grocery store and adding to our honey powder supply.

Whose children are they?

As the rights of parents have been eroded and replaced with an "it takes a village" mentality, the lines of responsibility have become blurred.  We no longer seem to have a clear vision of who is responsible for caring for our young.  Are the parents responsible for the care and nurturing of their children, or is that the job of various "professionals" such as daycare providers, doctors and educators?  Who should ensure that our children are properly fed and get adequate exercise?  What about health care?  Should that be left up to uneducated parents, or should those decisions be made by the State?

Clearly, the burden of responsibility is shifting.  The brown bag lunch packed by mom is a thing of the past, replaced with breakfast and lunch (and sometimes even dinner) eaten on a plastic tray with carefully managed portions designed for optimum health (at least, according to the current nutritional fads), provided by an illustrious "Nanny State" that doesn't believe parents can be trusted to adequately feed their own children.  If you don't want to have to tighten your belt to pay for your children's medical expenses, that's O.K., the omnipresent State will take care of it for you!

We have given the State the controlling share of our households, our property and our children and then we get our knickers in a twist when the State demands authority.  We want to have our cake and eat it too!  We want our children educated in State schools, nourished by federally mandated hot lunch programs and kept healthy a publicly funded medical system and then we stomp our feet in anger when the State has the audacity to require something of us that we don't like.  "How dare they tell us we can't pray in school" or "What do you mean I can't order a Happy Meal for Johnny?".  Of course they have the right to require anything they want.  They own us.  We have willingly auctioned our lives for the price of security.  They promised to take care of us, feed us, cloth us and meet our every need.  In exchange, we offered them our children, our land and our very lives.  They are the master and we are the servants.  What did we expect?

If you don't believe me, just read this story.  The State does own our children, and if we cross them, they will exercise their authority.  The masters must keep the slaves in their rightful place .  There are many more of us than there are of them - they can't let us get out of line or we may take back our own lives, and where will that leave them?

Choose you this day who you will serve.

Not by osmosis

Last week, Miss Calamity and I were preparing a case of chickens to can.  It was a wonderful time of working side by side, talking, laughing and just being together.  As I looked at my young daughter, I was reminded of the priceless hours I have spent working side by side with her older sister, Maid Elizabeth.  When my daughters and I work, it is never a solemn, tedious time, but a joyful, riotous display.  Just as my time spent in the kitchen with Maid Elizabeth has wrought many tender moments it has offered endless opportunities to share my values, passions and wisdom gleaned from years of living and learning.  As I stood in the kitchen with Miss Calamity, I realized that, once again, I had the great honor of passing wisdom and values to the next generation.

In the process of preparing the chickens for the jar, we were skinning them, deboning them and putting huge chunks of chicken meat on a plate to cut up and can.  I handed Miss Calamity a chicken and said "go ahead and debone the chicken and then we will cut it up and put it into a jar".  She attacked the chicken with enviable enthusiasm, however, when I looked at her chicken, it looked like the dogs had gotten to it and dismembered it with reckless abandon.  I started to cry "No!, you never do it like that", and then I remembered, I hadn't shown her how to debone a chicken.  I just assumed that she had watched me enough times to know how to properly take care of a chicken.  Of course, Miss Calamity had no idea what she was doing, she was just doing her best to get the meat off the bone.  I stopped mid-deboning, grabbed another chicken, put it on Miss Calamity's plate and explained, step by step, how to properly remove the meat from the bone.  She was thrilled!  Soon, she was expertly deboning chicken, chattering away, excitedly awaiting instructions on properly cutting the chicken for canning.  She stopped in the middle of work, looked up at me and said "Mom, thank you for teaching me how to be a woman".  Wow, talk about payback!

As we were cutting chicken, straining broth, and talking about life, it occurred to me that our children don't just pick up our lifestyle, our values or our experiences by osmosis.  We have to actively teach, show and explain why we do what we do.  Just as I can't expect Miss Calamity to know how to debone a chicken, I can't expect her to know why I believe in God, why I think being on welfare is wrong or why it is important to put other people before yourself.  I have to teach her, show her AND live it before her.

I was talking to a friend awhile back who has taken advantage of numerous welfare programs.  As we talked about state assistance, I came to find out that her father had been staunchly apposed to "government handouts".  When I asked her why she wasn't opposed to them when her dad had been dead set against them, she said that she didn't know why he didn't like state assistance.  She just assumed it was his generation!  I would bet you dollars to doughnuts that her dad wasn't opposed to welfare because of his "generation", but because he didn't want to be "beholden", he didn't want to take from anyone.  He wanted to make it on his own, with an honest days work, not on the back of his fellow man.  But, my friend's dad failed to pass his beliefs, his values, on to his children.  He didn't tell them why he did what he did.  He assumed that because he lived a certain way his children would follow suit.  That is rarely the case.

Picking chickens apart, with Miss Calamity by my side, I realized that doing the right thing in front of our children is not enough.  We have to teach them, show them, guide them.  We have to tell them why we believe what we believe.  We have to teach them to change the oil, not just watch us while we do it.  We have to engage them with the world around us.  We have to talk about what is going on in the world and why we respond to it in the way that we respond.

We can't expect our children just to absorb our beliefs and our values.  We have to be active participants in guiding and shaping their world view.  We have to express our beliefs in order to pass them on.  Our children don't learn by osmosis.  They learn by doing.  They learn by listening.  They learn by talking.

They learn by us taking the time to teach them.

Where you spend your money, there your skills are also....

Sir Knight and I were discussing the peculiar way that we spend money, when compared with “normal” people.  Buying a big screen TV or shopping for the latest fashions at the mall would never occur to us.  The last cell phone we bought (our only phone) we had to pay extra for, due to the fact that it wasn’t a “smart phone” (we had to inquire as to what a smart phone was and why we needed one).  Basically, we don’t buy many items that don’t have intrinsic value. 

As I was thinking about how we choose to spend our money, it occurred to me that what we spend our money on paints a vivid picture of who we are.  The more I thought on this, the more I realized that not only does it speak volumes of whom we are but what and who we value.   Sir Knight and I began to develop (rather tongue in cheek) a list of purchases and accompanying skill that enhance that purchase.  It grew from there to include character qualities (does the purchase serve only you or does it serve others) and investment qualities (does the purchase increase in value and become an asset or does it decrease and become a debt). 

Here is a sampling of purchases that we explored…

“Normal” Purchases	Our Purchases
Mega Flat Screen TV ·      Skills required Using a remote control Opening bags of snack foods Maneuvering guide channels ·      Who Benefits You and your family ·      Investment Qualities Worth half of what you paid for it when you leave the store It is outdated within 6 months	Hand Grain Grinder ·      Skills required Knowledge of various grains Knowledge of how to use the grain after it has been ground Ability to maintain mechanical equipment ·      Who Benefits Your family and anyone you bless with homemade bread ·      Investment Qualities We bought our mill in 1998 for $400.00.  The same mill now sells for $1299.00.
Smart Phones ·      Skills required Good thumb and finger dexterity Ability to move fingers in rapid succession Ability to talk, text and surf the web while driving ·      Who Benefits You ·      Investment Qualities The technology will be outdated in less time than it takes the battery to discharge	Wood Cook Stove ·      Skills Required Baking and cooking without a thermometer Cutting firewood Splitting kindling Building a fire Stoking a fire to hold overnight Proper stove and chimney maintenance ·      Who Benefits You, your family and anyone who enters your home ·      Investment Qualities Our stove has heated our home, cooked our food and heated our water for 12 years.  We could sell it today for what we paid for it
Fashion Clothing ·      Skills required Shopping Ability to maneuver mall parking lots Repetitive stress from credit card swiping Bargain hunting Early rising (to get the "early bird" specials) ·      Who Benefits You, the economy ·      Investment Qualities Possible tax write off when donated to Goodwill	Bulk Foods ·      Skills Required Knowledge of cooking from scratch Baking Menu planning Food rotation/organization Hospitality Nutrition ·      Who Benefits You, your family, anyone welcomed into your home Hungry strangers ·      Investment Qualities When properly stored and rotated - priceless
Video Games ·      Skills Required Eye/hand coordination Ability to move fingers in rapid succession Focus.  The ability to ignore everyone and everything around you ·      Who Benefits You Parents who haven't raised their children to enjoy them ·      Investment Qualities There are none	Medical Supplies and Equipment ·      Skills Required Basic to advanced first aid Suturing Bandaging Infection control Staying calm in an emergency Etc. ·      Who Benefits Anyone sick or bleeding in your sphere of influence ·      Investment Qualities What is one life worth?
Body Enhancements ·      Skills Required The ability to endure elective and needless pain Large sums of disposable income (ah, what the heck, just charge it) The ability to dance around the question "did you have some work done?" ·      Who Benefits You, your surgeons' bank account Investment Qualities There are none	Milk Cow   Skills Required Animal husbandry Properly caring for dairy products Cattle nutrition Veterinary skills   Who Benefits You, your family and many others   Investment Qualities We have been able to sell any cow we chose to for more than we bought her for.

Interesting contrast, isn't it?  It is amazing how much what you buy illustrates who you are and what you think is important.  It also is a picture of who you value - yourself or others.  In my humble opinion, preppers are very concerned not just with themselves, but with their fellow man.  

Where you spend your money, there your skills will be also.

TEOTWAWKI and Relationships

The first time I read the book Patriots, I thought, "Oh, this was obviously written by a man!" There was no way that 5 women could live under the same roof and not kill each other, much less work together.  As a society, we are just not geared to co-exist in harmony.  We are unapologetically selfish.

Over the last 100 years or so, we have moved away from interconnected community into isolated family units.  Gone are the days when survival depended upon neighbor helping neighbor, and mutual respect was earned by the sweat of the brow - denying self in order to help another.  We have replaced Sunday dinners with Facebook updates and old fashioned letters with impersonal computer communications.  We simply don't need each other anymore.  That doesn't bode well for end of the world survival.

Relationship, in the modern age, has become a disposable commodity.  We don't need to get together for tea when we get all of the relationship we need from our online friends.  If the neighbors don't come help get in the harvest, we will just buy what we need.  If we lose our job, the government will step in and take care of our needs.  In reality, friends and neighbors are a bother.  They might hold us accountable for how we live our lives.  They may question our decisions.  They are certain to require an investment of our time and emotions.  If we form a relationship with someone, it will make it all the harder to toss them out like so much rubbish when they are no longer useful or have the audacity to disagree with us.  Real relationship is inconvenient.  But, in TEOTWAWKI, we will not survive without strong community, without relationship.

I am guilty of the death of relationships.  I have judged harshly, not been merciful and have been self-serving.  I have watched friendships die from lack of maintenance.  I have made a stand when I should have lent a hand.  I have been a poor friend.  But God, being a God of mercy, is showing me a better way.  As I prepare for the end of the world as we know it, I realize I must prepare for relationships if my family and I are going to survive.

In order to survive a serious grid-down situation, we are going to have to work together.  We are going to have to rely on each other's strengths and maximize the talents of our group.  If we don't start working on our own character now, we will be lacking the basic tools to allow us to function relationally when TSHTF.

One of the most important character traits to poses when you are building relationship is the trait of mercy.  As much as it goes against our grain, we have to see our friends and neighbors positive attributes and be blind to their shortcomings.  In reality, that is what all of us want - we long for people to see the good in us and never the bad.  We have to stifle that self-important part of ourselves that wants to gloat over others' shortcomings and instead encourage and exhort, putting ourselves in the position of servant rather than master.

We need to cultivate a humble spirit, given to building others up.  When things get bad, the last thing we need to deal with is each others petty power plays.  A humble attitude will go a long way toward building community.

Putting other peoples needs before our own will, in reality, serve us far more than demanding our own way.  It is hard enough in our regular, daily life to be more concerned with others than ourselves, but in a grid-down situation, it will be nearly impossible.  If we don't practice selflessness now, we won't stand a chance when things get really bad.  Being selfless is one of the truly great characteristics of a human being.  Putting all others before his own wants and desires is what Jesus did when he sacrificed himself on the cross.  And see where His selflessness got us?!  Everywhere.  Can you imagine what we could do if we actively pursued selflessness in our daily life?  We could move mountains! Selflessness will be the hallmark of the survivors at the end of the world.

Relationships can be challenging.  They can be inconvenient and messy.  But they also hold the key to survival when the world is turned upside down.  We were created for relationship with each other, not with computer friends or a few choice people who tell us what we want to hear, but with our neighbors, our families, our churches.

Yes, we all have warts.  We all are ugly and sinful.  But we need each other.  We need to develop mercy, grace and selflessness.  In order to reap the benefits of relationship, we must cultivate the tools of relationship.  Our only hope of survival is each other.  We have to learn to care for each other now, or we will not have the ability to survive the coming collapse.

After reading Patriots again, I decided that yes, it was written by a man, but a man who understood relationships and the necessity of banding together to overcome great odds.  He understood what it takes not just to survive, but to flourish.  He understood TEOTWAWKI and relationships.

Part of the solution

I have a confession.  We just recently ordered our supply of K103 Potassium Iodide.  We were part of the pathetic masses that caused a run with all of the K103 suppliers, resulting in a temporary shortage of K103 at a critical moment in the history of nuclear catastrophes.  We were part of the problem.

Preparedness, in general, presupposes being prepared.  We are the ones who always have extra coleman fuel "just in case".  We have stores of food, medical supplies, clothing, com gear, baby diapers and, of course, feminine hygiene products.  We stock tow straps, motor oil, nuts and bolts and welding rod.  Basically, we've got the beans, bullets and band-aids covered.  But not the K103.  We'd thought about it on numerous occasions, but we prided ourselves on not being "that" paranoid.  Really, would we want to live through a nuclear attack?  A nuclear accident never even occurred to us!  And then when it happened, we became part of the problem.

The reality of the matter is that ALL preppers that I know have the intention of helping not just themselves, but innumerable members of their family, their friends and those less prepared (I was going to say less fortunate, but I truly believe we have all had the chance to see the signs of the times and prepare!).  They fully intend to be part of the solution when TEOTWAWKI strikes, not yet another drain on already taxed resources.  The minute turmoil strikes, these forward thinking families will immediately jump into action.  Because of their prepared mindset, they will be the ones offering aid and comfort to a world gone mad.  But only if they truly have thought of every eventuality and have taken appropriate measures to prepare for the very likely scenarios destined for their backyard.

The situation in Japan has been sobering on many counts.  It has made me think along lines I had not previously explored.  It has reminded me, yet again, how very vulnerable we all are.  It has redoubled my resolve to be part of the solution rather than part of the problem.

Truth be told, we should have had a supply of K103 in store.  With the advent of the nuclear crisis in Japan, we should have been able to ship our supply to Japan and then resupplied when the panic died down.  Not only should our family have been protected, we should have had the ability to provide for other families as well.  Shame on us.

As preppers, the signs of the times are as numerous as roadsigns on a major highway.  But like roadsigns, we often just pass them unnoticed.  Now is the time to slow down, read the signs and act accordingly.  If you live near a fault line, prepare for an earthquake - it is coming.  If you live near a nuclear power plant, prepare for an nuclear accident.  If you live near an ocean, prepare for a tsunami.  If you live in the city, prepare for civil unrest, rioting and looting.  If you live in tornado country, prepare for a tornado.  If you have a job and a steady income, prepare to lose it.  Think now to live later.  Be part of the solution - don't be part of the problem.