The Garden of Death - Hugo Simberg - 1896
My vegetable garden began as a hobby – a way to spend some constructive time outdoors in the spring, summer, and autumn. Household finances were not a primary motivator. I simply enjoyed the process of planting, nurturing, and growing a little extra food. The superior taste of the produce from my garden was reward enough for me.
Well, what began as a hobby is now somewhat of a necessity in this part of the world. The official food price inflation is above 40% at the moment, but the actual “real” food inflation is 100% and higher . . . in some cases, much higher.
My family can still afford to buy food at grocery stores, but at such ridiculously elevated prices, it is worth looking for cheaper options wherever they may be found. That’s where the necessity part comes in. Although I don’t really need to grow any of my own food, I would be foolish not to.
I am not a prepper. Nor am I a bunker-building survivalist hell-bent on surviving some much-vaunted zombie apocalypse. I’m just a common man attempting to lessen the impoverishing effects of inflation . . . ahem, cough, cough . . . price gouging.
I can’t fully escape the pressure the demons are applying via their economic, financial, trade, and supply chain tactics, but I can still do little things to ease the pressure here and there. Growing my own vegetables happens to be one of them.
And these little things are nothing to sneeze at. For example, the dozen egg-laying hens I purchased last spring have saved my family between 700 to 800 dollars over the course of the year. To put that into perspective, that’s an average month’s salary after taxes in Hungary. The hens have been such a great success that I am already working to obtain at least a dozen more this spring. I may also begin raising quail. Perhaps some ducks, as well.
None of these things will make me self-sufficient or liberate me from the System. Nor will they fully protect my family from larger potential dangers or ramped-up demonic pressures. Yet they do offer some reprieve.
More importantly, they offer glimpses into reality’s independence of Ahriman. Those glimpses alone are worth the extra effort of digging and hoeing.
Revelations of life in a garden of death.
Well, what began as a hobby is now somewhat of a necessity in this part of the world. The official food price inflation is above 40% at the moment, but the actual “real” food inflation is 100% and higher . . . in some cases, much higher.
My family can still afford to buy food at grocery stores, but at such ridiculously elevated prices, it is worth looking for cheaper options wherever they may be found. That’s where the necessity part comes in. Although I don’t really need to grow any of my own food, I would be foolish not to.
I am not a prepper. Nor am I a bunker-building survivalist hell-bent on surviving some much-vaunted zombie apocalypse. I’m just a common man attempting to lessen the impoverishing effects of inflation . . . ahem, cough, cough . . . price gouging.
I can’t fully escape the pressure the demons are applying via their economic, financial, trade, and supply chain tactics, but I can still do little things to ease the pressure here and there. Growing my own vegetables happens to be one of them.
And these little things are nothing to sneeze at. For example, the dozen egg-laying hens I purchased last spring have saved my family between 700 to 800 dollars over the course of the year. To put that into perspective, that’s an average month’s salary after taxes in Hungary. The hens have been such a great success that I am already working to obtain at least a dozen more this spring. I may also begin raising quail. Perhaps some ducks, as well.
None of these things will make me self-sufficient or liberate me from the System. Nor will they fully protect my family from larger potential dangers or ramped-up demonic pressures. Yet they do offer some reprieve.
More importantly, they offer glimpses into reality’s independence of Ahriman. Those glimpses alone are worth the extra effort of digging and hoeing.
Revelations of life in a garden of death.
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