A story of prepping to survive when SHTF:  

“I Am Earth’s Survivor”

His skeleton sat propped against the rock. Wind howling around its ribcage. 10 years before, earth’s survivor sat remembering the endless cloud filling the sky before him. He sat waiting to die. Now a skeleton left to erode in the sands of time.
These were his final thoughts.

Journal entry 01.01.2034

Good morning my only companion.
I take pen to your yellowing pages today for the final time, for I barely now have strength to write. The radiological illness has nearly drained the last of my energy. I no longer have strength… or motivation… to find food.
I have wandered a little from my hut today, I wanted to be under the expanse of nature’s sky so often forgotten. A boulder to prop my self against whilst this final journal entry I do tell.
I want to give you humanity’s final story…

My War of Two Worlds

Words come difficult. My thoughts have spread widely. I don’t apologize for my abstract language. My final journal entry to you, my dear magical diary, sums up a lot of wide scope reflection.
Play close attention, whom so ever may find this preserved time capsule and ready my diary. You will see that my journal  explains mankind’s needless demise.


On one side were the honest value producers and creators, the people who worked hard at tech or agriculture, producing valuable products to raise our standard of living and support a healthy, happy, peaceful lifestyle.
But on the other hand were the political SCUM parasites. They would not stop in their efforts to cover up the truth. Dishonest value destroyers; the parasitic looters comprised of cockroaches and sheeple.
No my beloved diary, I haven’t gone crazy from the radiation, biochemical pollutants, nor starvation with such weird labels or phrases. My mind is so clear. I have had 10 years to reflect…
The sheeple were the sheep-like people who followed political authority. Swallowing whole any and all injustices that the cockroaches promoted. From Vietnam through to Syria.
The cockroaches were the hideous left-liberal political monsters, metamorphosed by envy, dishonesty, and unearned glory, who influenced, coerced, and held us back. We discovered them hiding in every nook of society. Political lobbyists of all varieties.
Notable public figures, including Politicians, celebrities, and lobbyists smothered the good by promoting health fads, bad habits, false ethics, and media accepted crimes, whilst the so called ‘victims’ gave them the stage.
And some of us could see so clearly how society was controlled by the theatrical stage portrayed by mainstream media. A theater of absurdity, performed within a living nightmare.

Precious Metals and Precious Lives

Some of us already knew that the economy was going to tank.
By the late 2000s many hundreds of thousands were realizing the need to prepare.
Things were changing FAST. This was well understood by the vital few, The Significant Ones. The true conservatives, not those phonies in Congress at the time.
Our goal was to make those few into many. Why? So that depoliticization would free the economy and save precious lives.
Our battle fields were the years around the 2008 Ron Paul Constitutional elections and the 2016 Trump victory.
Precious metal sales were through the roof. Bugout bags and survival gear were becoming very advanced.
But there were many variables to consider…

The Great Escape

Between 2006 and 2016 I had travelled the world in search of safety, opportunity and community.
Later, I took my 3 month due wife to Lake Chapala, Mexico. A safe haven for expats. I wasn’t retired. But I could work remotely via the Internet.
Wow! Lake Chapala was magnificent. Organic exotic fruits and vegetables. Low cost accommodation. Friendly and open neighbors. Festive activities all year round. Minimal taxation.
Beautiful it was… I say was.. until the looters came with their regulations, laws, and taxes… to ‘help the downtrodden and serve the public’, of course…
My wife successfully ran a health, fitness, and organic café business. She was very popular, beautiful, light footed, gracious, and every bit mine. I was very proud, very happy.
Together we built our lives, me via cyberspace, the telephone, and short trips away by flight, working mostly in mentoring people about mental and emotional toughness. Preparing them for what was to come.
I was also supporting the grass roots spread of new understandings among the increasingly restless masses. With Trumps inauguration, the US appeared to be heading once again towards the dream of liberty and a Constitutional Republic.

It Was Too Late

During the late 2000’s, minds flipped like lifeboats right side up, but alas as it turned out it was too late; it happened just a bit too slowly to make the difference, to reach critical mass.
50 million freed Americans and Europeans’ was one of our battle cries. That’s what we thought it would take to break the anchors of Politics and Stagnation.
Trumps victory made some of us complacent, thinking that we had won. We settled for the ho-hum of normal life. We had enough to deal with, for career development, entertaining distractions of MTV, etc. Sure, technological progress was satisfying enough. Pacifying in a way.
But despite our complacency we reached a tipping point.
The tipping point came in 2020 when Trump lost re-election and the left-liberals resurged via Millennial vote.
But those cockroaches underestimated our work in freeing over 60 million people from the hypnosis of ‘political rights and political force to help the downtrodden and poor’. The chains of politics and stagnation were worn thin.
And so Civil War began.
Only one more term for Trump and perhaps real enduring Freedom would have taken root! A constitutional republic again at last.
I watched in horror as the left-liberals steamrolled over the economic gains that had been made between 2016 and 2020.
Of course they blamed Trump for the 50% devaluation in the US Dollar of 2017, the inflation through to 2018, and the refocus on nationalism and privatization rather than open-borders and the welfare state.
It boggles the imagination to even guess at how fast we fell from naive comfort into civil strife and blood on the streets.
Over 60 million Americans and millions of Europeans had broken many of the chains binding us to corrupt Politics. The Golden sun lit free-markets of the natural Constitutional republic was nearly complete in the hearts and minds of those millions.
I now sit here alone with tears blurring my eyes because I love each and every one of those men and women, young and old, who fought for our freedom, who performed acts of heroism to spread Ron Paul’s original message.
Sure, Trump wasn’t perfect. But he was the man of the hour. Everything was at stake.
So much pain now reflecting on what befell us, me, my wife…
Hard working family members, friends and colleagues dedicating our time and effort to support freedom side-by-side. That band of merry men, also now dust to dust. Gravesites filled the land, many buried by my own hand.
I wonder sometimes of any other scattered survivors out there in that wilderness of anti-civilization desert…


So, my dear digital diary, why didn’t we win, you ask, taunting me in your silence. The glow of your screen, your cursor blinking at me, waiting for words of value, meaning, understanding; always.. blink, blink, blink…
I have never decided whether it was out of our lack of iron grip control, or whether chance really did leave us just one straw short, but either way we got the short straw.
You see, when the leftists won the White House again in 2020, the religious terrorists poured back across the borders. Civil war bubbled and simmered from 2020 until 2022 between ‘liberals’ and ‘conservatives’ although those terms really didn’t express the modern political landscape at that time. Then by mid-2022 full-blown religious extremist attacks had begun.
Modern encryptology technologies and protection services that kept us private and secure broke down too.
To have seen the look in the politicians eyes, at that moment finally being forced into honest awareness of the crippling result of their laws and regulations, societal suppressions, as they realized their game was up.
But we, freedom engineers, technology lovers, found our selves thrown back into their game too, the game we had escaped through Trumps Administration which for the most part had proven positive.
When the economy fell via the final blow that came from the religious terrorists, we hadn’t yet finished building our replacement cyber-economy, many had moved into Bitcoin, but the infrastructure still depended on physical transport for replenishment of supplies. Some of our communication capacity broke down too. Those evil bastards coordinated too many attacks at once.
Leftists could be seen walking aimlessly through the streets in a zombie-like daze of despair. Unable to grasp their own responsibility in societies destruction. Unable to face reality.
We couldn’t operate an effective nationwide protection force. How many times it has played in my mind I could not recount. “If only I did this, if only I did that, if only I ‘woke-up’ sooner, if only I took responsibility for my life and loved one’s sooner, if only I put more energy into sharing the freedoms possible from depoliticization. If only I had built bridges with misguided leftist Millennials… If only I didn’t waste so much time on meaningless distractions…”
Yuck, that feeling still eats at me even now.
A crippled uncoordinated US military, UN (shriveled due to it’s failures and publicly exposed atrocities), EU Europol (the new German SS), and NATO death forces were unleashed against the religious terrorists and also various liberation armies of self-defence.
Three ‘armies’. The economically supported political armies, the technologically supported freedom armies, and the death-for-glory religious armies.
I wept nearly every night as I reflected on how close we had come, if only people, myself included, had seized total self-responsibility; with Fully-Integrated-Honesty; Wide-Scope-Accounting; and Discipline, Thought & Control.
Central Banks would not have been permitted to sink the world economy, shattering the value of the US Dollar, debilitating our military protection services. Political and religious militia would not have been able to wipe us out. But that’s exactly what they did.
I remember it with the evil voice of Emperor Palpatine in the Star Wars movie:

Wipe them out… all of them.” 

For many months we heard rumors of religious terrorist factions drawing closer, working their way down North America. Together a band of us around Mexico did the only thing we could, futile as we practically knew it would be. Guns and explosives did we learn how to make. Like a scene from the original Terminator movie, men against ‘the machines’, zomby-like automatons filled with a twisted hatred of life.
At night the nightmares and deep stomach churning sickness was all too much to bear. My wife and my 2 children would never know the technological abundance and natural wellbeing that we came SO close to.
Remembering Morpheus in The Matrix‘here they come’ were the words that echoed in my mind for those months.
We would have had a similar pulse cannon to protect ourselves as they did in The Matrix had Nikoli Tesla not been blocked in the early 1900’s. Wi-Tricity too. But such events the general populace never knew. ‘Ignorance is bliss’, said the traitor in The Matrix as he munched on his steak. Well ignorance was not bliss; ignorance was self-deluded stagnation leading to death.
And they did come, and I have written to you the rest of the events elsewhere, of my parents, my brothers and sisters, friends and loved ones… I do not wish to think of those final events any further, the pangs of loss and hurt stir in my throat… my wife..

Beautiful Woman

The spring
in her step
has turned
to fall.”

Suffice it to say I fell unconscious during our final battle, and I remember the squawk of a vulture, and the cold dankness of night as I woke against a rock beside a stream. I knew the physical wounds would heal and scar, just as the emotional wounds would fester and blister.
I was alone.

No help in that world or in this! I was alone in the abyss.” – Aleister Crowley

To live out my days alone, reflecting on the distinctions between Politicized Fake-Democracy and our almost achieved Constitutional Republic. I shall write a few more broad descriptions of the 3 anchors that held us to politics, then I think I shall be done…for…
If I am the last person alive on Earth, then with me shall die all living memory of these events. I trust that my digitally preserved book will be secure in this crude radiowave homing beacon time-capsule, and that nature finds a way to repair the planet for new civilizations to rise. Or perhaps my homing beacon will detected by galactic travelers.
Perhaps they will learn from and not make the mistakes that we did. Whether there are pockets of human life currently flourishing somewhere on Earth, or whether the evolution process will have to do it again, the honest value producers SHALL inherit the Earth, and they will hopefully have my diagrammatic, pictorial and holographic records to steer them clear of the mistakes we made. My digital magic diary; my final value contribution to future humanity.
So to sum up my identifications of an ‘anti’ civilization:

The Enemies

The bottom-line questions:

Who are the value creators? 

(of Business, Science, Art and Life)

Who are the value destroyers?

(Sheeple and CREAPs: Criminal, Religious, Economic, Academic or Political Terrorists.)

To what extent are YOU part of them?

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Public enemies divide into 2 classes married in a symbiotic parasitic relationship:

1. The Sheeple 

These sheeple (sheep-like-people_ reduce to one shared characteristic: That they claim themselves as ‘needy’.
Criminal-minded young or old who claim as their right the sacrifice of others to themselves, of the value producer to the ‘needy’. Those that consider themselves ‘victims’ of society. Criminal-minded self-proclaimed victims are dishonestly and irrationally bankrupting future generations by accepting the CREAPs rather than embracing the at first uncomfortably bright world of self-RESPONSIBILITY.
Zombie-like losers (bicameral idiots) who accept and support the force and fraud from the cockroaches because of their desire for external guidance, to not have to bare the self-responsibility for making so many decisions for themselves, so they vote for politicians and authorities to tell them and force others what to do.
Examples of sheeple are easily found in the form of Socialist/Marxist supporters of the welfare-state; eco-freakos; turn-a-blind-mind blue collar ‘average-Joe’ workers; and white-collar-hoax business quislings.
It is these self-proclaimed victims / bicameral idiots that cry for ‘help’ from the Cockroaches. ‘Save the trees!, save the whales, save nature, save us’, all good sounding, but done at the expense of human life, usually by people who do not really want the ‘burden’ of living healthily and productively.
The attractive slogan of politics comes to the rescue: ‘to serve the downtrodden and poor’. This world of failure and death is the result. Am I wrong?

I can not make someone see. I can only point. Most people will not look – they are indifferent. Some will look but only see your finger. If they do not see – well there is nothing more I can do – it is up to them to see.” – Kevin Solway

“All they need to do is read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, that’s all they need to do” – Eric Savage, late 1980s

2. The CREAPs

Terrorist CREAPs – Criminal, Religious, Economic, Academic or Political Terrorists.
Those CREAPs can be divided into 3 groups of looters that have existed for thousands of years. Their form changes throughout history, but their essence does not.

  1. 1.Tribal Chiefs: Political panderers including blatant dictators and camouflaged cockroaches known as politicians along with political agenda lawyers (looters of properties and bodies)
  2. 2.Witch Doctors: ‘Devout’ religious and academic ‘teachers’ and ‘professors’, and psychiatric psychologists, as well as health and wellness companies (looters of minds and souls)
  3. 3.Marauders: (what the sheeple become) People on welfare, or those looking for political hand-outs.

In an anticivilization, distortions arise such as business becoming dishonest because political-minded white-collar-hoax works hand-in-hand with The State. That’s Corporatism.
Tribal chiefs, Witch Doctors and Marauders, with their quackery, force, and fraud, controlled and suppressed Earth’s populace for 2000 years.

Goodbye all that………..


If the goal of new-age liberals is to ‘let go of attachments and stop creating Karma’, then I have accomplished that ‘noble’ goal. I have cried out all my tears, laughed out all my residual joys, and I have nothing left that I want from this life, no loved ones to contribute to or share with.
However: the naive Millennial Hippies!, ignoring that the Sanskrit meaning of ‘karma’ was cause and effect. I.e. The responsibility of the effects that you cause by your chosen actions!
Instead, the Millennials used their idea of ‘karma’ to escape responsibility. They tried to ‘reduce karma’, rather than increase it positively. They sought to force ‘equality’ through politically correct nonsense. Today is the result. Well, I leave my magic diary for future beings of intelligence to decipher.
I have lost all sense of meaning, purpose and hope. ……….
Leaning against this rock beside me, my breathing has become erratic now. My hand holding my tablet-device shakes from exhaustion.
As final words, I lament on a poem I remember reading around the year 2000, titled Emptiness Personified.

I will die in Paris while it rains, on a day which I already remember. I will die in Paris – and I do not run away – perhaps in the Autumn, on a Thursday, as it is today. It will be a Thursday, because today, the Thursday that I write these lines, my bones feel the turn, and never so much as today, in all my road, have I seen myself alone.” – Albert Camus

I Am That I Am
Earth’s Survivor

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I know how failure feels’, lamented Que to the wind, whilst sitting at the base of an old tree in full Spring bloom whilst reading this stirring story…
If the code of a Self-Leader (including individuality, self-responsibility, honesty, effort, value creation, business, happiness, health, love, and freedom) remains relatively unheeded by people, perhaps such as you, such may lay your fate in that picture of an Anticivilisation desert.
Out of a passionate tension, with a tightened jaw of determination, Que in 2017 saw that such a result will NOT happen, as ‘their’ time IS up; for it is our time now, the value producers and rising Self-Leaders that uphold the promise of a Constitutional Republic.

“Every man has enough power left to carry out that of which he is convinced.” – Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

May we gain the time needed to succeed.” – Frank R Wallace

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