HealthSeekers: Is it Possible to Stay Sane in a Crazy World?

As Long as we Stick Together, I am saying "Maybe."

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Yesterday, I was minding my own business, puttering around, when the “Emergency Alert” alarm went off on my phone. I dreaded to look at it, sure that it was going to tell me to “duck and cover” as a nuclear bomb was headed my way.

The alert actually told me that an earthquake was detected and I should “take cover.” (BTW—it was a 4.2 centered about 10 miles away that no one in our home felt).

That incident just highlighted to me how I have been on operating “high-alert,” even if I am not 100% conscious of it.

On Twitter-X today, someone asked if anyone was having dreams of the apocalypse—my answer was, “I was a Cold War baby, I have had them almost every night of my entire life.” Mostly, they are dreams about surviving in a post-apocalyptic world, but I have had dreams of seeing mushroom clouds in the distance, knowing it's only a matter of time before the radiation washes over me.

For my younger readers, nuclear war fearporn, was something that we Cold War Kids were indoctrinated into us from day one when we entered public school. “Duck and cover” was a joke, but it did have the desired effect of traumatizing an entire generation.

Genocide Joe Biden was born during WWII, and, it seems like he would be very happy to go meet the devil during a WWIII that his incompetent, old, rickety-ass would cause during his disastrous regime.

So, after my minor heart attack yesterday, I started of thinking of ways we can stay sane in this world that seems to be rapidly swirling down into the sewers.

My first strategy is to try and stay off of social media as much as I can—Substack is my bread and butter, though, and I feel like our community can help each other: trolls are rare, and dealt with swiftly so we can keep our energy positive. I care about the people of this planet though, as much as I care about the people who live in my house. An injury to anyone is an injury to myself, so I do try and keep track.

The years of Covid fearporn may have burned out my adrenals. I gained weight and felt miserable and hopeless. My acts of defiance to the restrictions and mandates, along with my online community kept me from completely blowing my adrenals out, so I have learned to carefully consume media. It’s not possible these days for me to be detached, but when I am engaged, I engage, and when I close my laptop cover, I close it and enjoy gardening, walking, swimming, and most of all, my family. I feel close to being holistically well, but, as evidenced by my overreaction to the Emergency Alert, I may be fooling myself, so I need to try harder.

Trying to get as much restful sleep as possible is imperative. I can accomplish that without pHARMa, but I do indulge in a little natural, adult gummy relaxation (wink-wink), which is perfectly legal and helps me wind down for sleep.

I have found that while I drink my delicious adaptogenic-mushroom-infused coffee, consuming media and reaching out to you all in the morning, is the most helpful. After I get my fill of propaganda (ferreting out fact from bullshit is getting harder by the day) then I can go about the rest of my day and try to have as positive of an attitude as is possible.

Exercise is my jam. I am not a fanatical body builder, but I am petty fanatical about walking and swimming (and doing regular resistance training). Moving your body is essential for maintaining physical and mental well-being. Exercise has been shown to reduce stress hormones, improve mood, and boost energy levels. You don't have to go to a fancy gym or invest in expensive equipment to get your exercise in. Consider activities like walking, biking, hiking, swimming, or dancing. Find something that you enjoy and make it a regular part of your routine. Even a few minutes of movement per day can make a big difference in your overall health and happiness.

When I do post HealthSeeker pieces, many of you mention that yoga, meditation, qi gong, tai chi, etc, have helped a lot. For some reason, I have never vibed with yoga, or meditation, for that matter, but I am going to make efforts to learn how to incorporate another healthy discipline into my life.

We are very fortunate here in Vacaville where I live, to be surrounded with hills, hiking paths, and fresh air. On the regular, I will pack a lunch, or healthy snacks, and hike to a quiet, peaceful place. I take my shoes off and ground with my Mother to ground myself. When I lived down in Southern California, going to the beach with the sand and salty ocean water was my grounding activity—if you live near enough to one of our oceans, I can’t think of a better place to re-connect with ancient energy and disconnect from negative/modern energy. Closing EVERY beach in California during the SHAMdemic was the 3rd worst thing that the tyrant, Gov. Dr. Newsolini did after closing every public school and housing sick people with elders in long-term care facilities. Playgrounds were closed as well, but parks were still open: as long as you were very careful not to have too much fun, just in case you were turned in to the po-po by the Covid-narcs.

Anyway, staying connected with a like-minded community, humor, love, and a more localized ambience of peace will get us through to the next crisis.

Much love and peace from my home to yours.

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