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Welcome To Vilcabamba
"The Sacred Valley of Longevity"

This Is A Privately Circulated Blog, scribbled exclusively for Friends & Familiars, that peers into and pontificates about Expat life in the hinterlands of South America. If your eyesight is less than optimal (like mine), then just click the type size up a notch on your browser..

Here you will find a series of curmudgeonly commentaries that I've posted from atop my rickety old soapbox for the past few years. And yes, there are indeed political rantings, so place your seats in the upright position and fasten your seat belts .... it may be a bumpy ride.


The Red Pill

According to the movie The Matrix, those who ingest the Red Pill begin questioning their lives, refusing to dismiss strange events. Well, it seems that someone slipped such a pill into my oatmeal and I've been caught up in a kind of exuberant playing with possibilities and probabilities ever since. Especially when it comes to Planet X, The Super Wave from the center of the Universe and other such esoteric world-as-we-know-it-ending concerns.

Vilcabamba seems to be a hotbed of "2012 Galactic" activity, but I'm doing my very best to maintain an open and inquisitive mind on all this insistent "Hark, The End Of The World In Nye" kind of Red Pill hullaballoo. A lot of this 2012 stuff is the result of New Age pundits, prognosticators, and pettifoggers, whose Internet blogging and radio interviews have attempted to explain the Great Singularity, as the late Terrance McKenna dubbed the Mayan calendar End of Time. However, I must admit that SOMETHING is happening to quicken the pace of our lives and raise our vibrational level to a near-quivering level of expectation.

To try and get a handle on all this, I have been dusting off a number of long-unused books, reading new ones lent me by well-meaning friends and familiars AND spending a lot of time in front of my computer screen. I'm very much afraid that all of this work has left me with a hopeful yet puzzled attitude of expectation and anticipation, akin to the days of my youth when awaiting the next episode of The Shadow or Green Hornet. Although with those old radio dramas I always knew the Good Guys would win out in the end. This time I'm not so sure.

Perhaps this supposed shift in consciousness (if not in poles) is our one and only answer to all the environmental madness and ceaseless war on this planet of ours. Living here in South America as I do, I tend to pay attention to the mutterings of Mayans and the sayings of Shamans … but I also am aware of the Latin sense of humor: