Month: December 2016

Wind chill is not actual temperature, it is what it feels like.

But, I will say that the wind sucks heat out of everything and the word fast, is not fast enough to explain it. Power went out all over the valley. The big villages nearby, that I can see in the distance, had no power also. We had a storm. A storm that rivaled a thunderstorm for ferocity in the summer months. Wind chill hit a bone rattling -51 C at several fun moments. They had the air raid siren going in one of the bigger villages and it wailed for six to seven hours. I have been up most of the night tending to the fire, so it would not go out and making sure that the Tiny Russian Village home kept in one piece…. The outer mud room filled with drifting snow and at one point I finally opened the front door and it was half way up the door in a drift; and ice started to form on the south wall as the wind relentlessly pulled the heat from our home. Needless to say, log walls have a limit to there insulating ability…

The wind hit a wild 65 kilometers and hour and they just started the air raid siren again. It is 5:30 and we finally got power back on…

I am not sure it will stay on, but I have boiled a pot of water, built our fire back up and shoveled snow to the outhouse and gates. Boza and I walked at 2 a.m. and he did his doggy business. I had to carry him over some drift areas and we finally got to the top of the mountain. There it was wind swept almost clear and Boza did his business. We walked for about an hour and finally got our courage up to trudge back down the mountain to our home. The path we cut coming up, was gone and even deeper. At one point, I had a doggy in my arms and was pushing through a drift up to my waist…

Needless to say, I had to change clothes when I got back and the snow covered ones are hanging near the fireplace drying…

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Today,

I have to restock all the wood. I put a dent in the inside pile last night, had no choice, that or freeze to death. It was definable an interesting night and actually a very good night. I realized that I was prepared for the worst; flashlights charged, firewood stocked and plenty of food for energy if needed. That was an issue these last few days. I have had to eat and eat too much in my eyes, for my blood sugar has been very low. I have almost stopped taking my pills and it is still pushing the low side. My body is burning calories like crazy and it is compensating by heat production and my blood sugar does not get a chance to go up.

Interesting how our bodies work to keep us alive…

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I feel the heat wave coming today!

Short lived and most likely only will last a few hours, but it will hit zero degrees this morning and then turn around and get to around -15 tonight. It is hitting zero now. When it gets daylight, Boza and I will take a long walk and or try to walk. Then we will get ready for round two of the brutal storm hitting us. By noon it is suppose to be back to -5 and dropping fast from there…. Plus it is really suppose to snow tonight. What we just had was a warming up party…

I know what is coming, for my arthritis is going nuts and I hurt like hell…

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It is so beautiful out…

And all is good here in the Tiny Russian Village. I don’t complain, for there are many places much much colder in Russia than our little place. I am thankful just for the experience of life…

WtR

Ever wake up and happy you are still alive? As you get older, you will experience some of those interesting moments of life…

About once a month my body does the opposite of what it should. That is a rough day and night! Just had one of those nights and days that make me wonder if I will make it. Yesterday, no matter what I did, my blood sugar was low and I mean low. Blood pressure was very low and heart rate was to the moon. I woke early last night at 2.2 or so mmol/l it scared me. I was not sure where I was at and or even knew who I was…

I ended up taking no pills at all and this morning I woke groggy and lost also. Sugar was at 6.5 mmol/l and blood pressure at 88/40. Heart rate though was at 59 bpm. So I was over the worst. This is normal about once a month and it is a scary thing. All the previous day, I fought with low sugar and blood pressure. That is one of those up and down moments of life…

I talked to my Svetochka Sweety in Moscow and after she talked to me awhile, the food I ate a few minutes before, started to get into my system. I stopped shaking and things became clear again. Thank God for my sweety to talk to…

Svetochka is going to try to come this Friday coming up. I do not know if it will happen, the snow is getting very deep and it is treacherous around this area. But we will see…

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So therefore, that cup of coffee is so special this morning…

I sip it as I write this…. The wells are filling with water right now. Boza and I walked in three foot drifts to get to the main well and after pushing snow around, I got to the switch to fill the water wells with. I have to take the snow shovel next time and dig a path, for it is snowing like crazy again and getting deeper my the second…

Coffee is my vice and if living without it is the only way, I will live with it and endure. Somethings are bigger than life and to sit and sip a hot cup of coffee early in the morning, is akin to life itself. That is why coffee has been so prominent on this blog, coffee is essential…

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Boza fought the drifts with me and sometimes only his nose was showing. I have to say, Boza is one tough dog and if I go, he goes…

We will go back in half an hour and in the meantime, I gave him an extra portion of chicken and dog food. He is laying next to me on the couch as I type this and has his head on my leg. I have mainly had female dogs and the few male dogs I had, had no sense. Boza is male and will fight bears for me if we need to. I still get sad, thinking about him losing his vision and wonder about why life does things to some of us, who do not deserve it. Then I just realize that we adapt and keep going. I guess that is the difference in Boza and I & many people in this world now. We have become soft and pliable to all the wrong things…

This is Boza and I going to the well…

Boza; since he can not see, just runs in circles and actually life is all good…

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Had to make a well run just now. I try to keep the wells at 1/3 and below from full. If I don’t, they freeze very hard and it takes a big heavy bar to crack the ice. not fun at -20 below…. Boza and I were gone about an hour and daylight is peeking at us right now. Svetochka called and she is up and bright eyed and bushy tailed…

Therefore, I had to heat my half a cup of coffee back up and now I will finish it. The wells are done for a few days…

Damn, my fingers are frozen and I can hardly type… 😉

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When it is daylight, Boza and I will walk for real. I call the well work, just that, work. It is necessary for the village to function. So, we will walk down into the valley and see what life is about. Boza and I walk about 10 kilometers a day and that is just right. It is good for us and we try to do it in any weather. It looks to be a good day and hopefully it will not snow all day…

The graphs that I can produce from the weather station I have is above and the system gives me a few days probable weather forecast from the history I am collecting. It looks to be not too bad and we are lucky. We will have a barely freezing period during the day tomorrow. The problem is that when it does this, it snows a foot or more. The system does not see that, but I know what will happen…

Since I have the system connected to the internet, that is why I can get a forecast. It uses what our history is and uses what the internet connections give and creates a average of everything. Thus, It can be totally wrong and we may wake up tomorrow with three foot of snow on top on all we have… 😉 We will see…

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Vova and i went to the Big Village yesterday. I was not sure we would make it at times and we crawled his Niva, LADA 4×4 through the woods, at times just between trees and brush. We made it though and went to the market, that they have on Sunday. Not worth going, but Vova wants to get some Valenki boots. Did not find any. All they have are modern boots and believe you me, those do not hold a candle to a authentic Russian Valenki…

I have three pair and they are used constantly…

The tall ones are still wet, only on the surface. they are made of wool and the link above is how they are made… I like the ones with soles and tread on them. They are warm and will keep your feet happy at even -35 below…

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Oops, gotta go feed the birdbrains! They will eat the house if I do not…

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The birdbrains are happy and they only griped a little bit. I have one sparrow that almost is ready to eat from my hand. I bought sunflower seeds to give to the chickadees and really would like to get them doing that. They are flighty though. The sparrows all want to sit on my head as I fill the feeder…

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Well that is it for today. I need to check my sugar levels, feed Boza again and see what food I need to eat to keep me going. I am not hungry, but need to eat to keep things on track. So off to check my vitals and see what I need to do next. I know tomorrow, I will restock all the wood in the Tiny Russian Village Home…

Maybe I will split some wood today? I do have to answer a donation email today. I will do that after awhile…

WtR

We have birdbrains and they are happy birdbrains…

What is life?

Well, from birdbrains to long frosty walks and a beautiful Russian woman. I guess that is life…

Have a nice day…

WtR

In Russia there is a beef bonanza underway. Russia’s government and business people want steak. Steak that they could sell to beef-hungry countries like China. They want the thousands of jobs that a beef industry could create. A steak empire, built on American-style Angus beef…

WtR

I would like to thank people from all over the world who have donated. I always answer them personally, but as I have said before, some emails do not work. So every so often, I do a public thanking on the website. This covers the ones that I can send a message to and to the ones that I am not able to send a message to…

So thank you…

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It is Saturday and Boza and I have already been walking for the day twice. I will now do his eyes and he will sleep for several hours after that. He has decided that sleeping after his eye drops is the best course of action and I think it helps him. I also have decided and used the system this morning…

I decided that Boza needs to go back on the leash. The last few days has made me do some thinking and as the snow has gotten deeper and deeper. Boza has lost the ability to get around on his own. He no longer has a road surface to know where he is at and he no longer has the easy tracking of our trails. Therefore, this morning, I put his collar back on him and grabbed the leash. He was one happy doggy and did his walking dance when he heard the leash make its clicking noise… We have one of those expandable coil up type leashes. Spring loaded and allows 15 meters of running room for him…

While it made it interesting for me to have a flashlight, walking stick and leash, plus a tugging doggy. I decided to leave the stick at home and that solved the overload issue. It made Boza’s life a whole bunch better. I had notice with the deep snow, he was simply lost and if he can see a bit? The world had nothing but white, white and more white. With no ability to see the drifts and such. He was struggling…

This morning though he danced and pranced again and got to stay out front. He knew I would guide him and that is what I do. I use the leash to keep enough pressure on him to know where I am at. It was so bad yesterday before the leash, I had to sing a song to him all the way home, just so he knew where I was at all times. Now he always knows where I am at, by the weight of the leash cord…

You could see the relief in his actions. He plowed through snow drifts with confidence, for he knows that I am with him and will be right nearby…

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https://www.govtrack.us/congress/bills/114/hr6393/text

The Western Empire is a strange place…

It really has become the Soviet Union of the old days. America and Britain + EU both are working hard at trying to stifle Russian news about them. This news has become popular and when it is the truth, the Western Empire has run scared at the people who listen to the truth and not the propaganda being spewed by the MSM…

The future is this…

1. News is only news if it comes from a limited approved sources…
2. The borders of America will be closed in our lifetime…
3. Money will become credits and or something like that… Cash will be gone…
4. It will all be done for your safety and well being…
5. What we use to disapprove of, has become what we must approve of…

You live now in what we proclaimed as evil 50 years ago…

Have a nice day and think about your future!

WtR

At 3 a.m. Boza needed to go out and do his doggy stuff.

I got up from a deep sleep, for I stayed up late reading and it took a minute to gather my brain together. I could hear the wind blowing and realized that snow was falling. In fact it was a blizzard outside and drifting deep in the -10 below temperature. Boza who is fearless in most aspects of life barreled out into the blizzard and greeted life full on. No eyesight, but lots of heart…

We walked up the mountain and went to look at the wells to make sure water was okay! Then we found something strange…

Boza sees much of what I see, I do not know how, but there are things that can not be explained and this morning Boza and I found the spot that at least one Orthodox Saint is buried. Four rabbits were nested at the spot and they did not run or move when we came up. Boza was seeing something even though he can not see and hovering above these rabbits was an swirling something??? I soon found out what it was…

The rabbits looked at us in the flashlight beam and just snuggled deeper into the snow drift at the right back corner of the old blown up church. They did not care and or fear us. Boza went up to them and sniffed at them and the snow simply made everything very surreal as it swirled endlessly. It became twice as cold as it was and something seemed to touch me and that was when I saw what Boza had been drawn to…

In the snow above the rabbits was a fading in and out woman. The woman was dressed in typical habit like clothing. Or I should say, monk like clothing. She was dressed for the weather and was looking down at the rabbits. She swirled as an image in the powerful flashlight I carried and one minute she was there and the next gone and then back again. Then she looked at me…

She stared at me and then almost seemed to smiled. The cold went away, or at least the extra cold did and she pointed down next to the rabbits. The spot she pointed at was where a brick layer was exposed in the excavations of the church basement area and I had been studying this spot for sometime. As I took my foot and shoved snow away from the area, I felt her leave. The rabbits stayed still and watched me push the snow away and Boza stood next to the rabbits and looked up into the sky. I could not see what he was seeing and or if he saw anything in his mind. For Boza is very blind, but I really think she was talking to him at that point. I kept pushing snow…

I exposed the layer of brick and then realized what I had been shown. I knew it was there and for some reason, this morning I was shown her grave. This is the same way that I was shown the tunnel entrances, the cemetery and many other secretes of the monastery. I have yet to be wrong and when the past shows you their secretes, it is easy to be right…

There is some terrible things that have happened at this monastery, but then also there are some unbelievable things that have happened in its history. I have never seen and or felt this individual before, but as I have seen several images of this person in the archives of this monastery, I knew who this was. This was the original female leader of the founding monastery in the early 1900’s and I do not know is this her place she was buried or she was pointing out for me to find, the spot of the Saint I knew to be buried here at the monastery! I do not know if she was a saint or not? The original female monastery was very short lived, for soon after the founding, the Soviet Union came into existence. Things got messed up at that point in history…. I simply know that what I have been shown is a spot where someone who is or should have been a Saint is buried…

Then the rabbits took off, the presence was gone and Boza was trying to find me. I shined the light around and we found ourselves coated with an inch of snow. The bricks had already covered back over and I took a big rock and marked the spot. Come spring thaw, I will be able to find the exact spot this all happened. It is a cornerstone chunk of rock that was placed on the church foundation. I will be able to find it, it is huge…

This is why I am in this Tiny Russian Village!

I knew this from the first day almost ten years ago that I visited this village. I realize no matter what happens in the world, no matter how bad it gets, I am safe in this village. Something talks to me here and something tells me its story…. It is more than a single entity, it is many entities and over the years, I have been the reason for many to have reached their final resting time. When I first came to the Tiny Russian Village, it was overwhelming with an atmosphere of dread and grief. The souls walked in limbo and turmoil was in the air. It reached a peak in the early years I was here. They the Orthodox church had a bad individual overseeing the place and the souls screamed for help. Then I started to answer the best I could and grew to accept these entities around me here in the Tiny Russian Village…

There is still a group of buried souls, ones who helped steal the gold and silver and then murdered. I know that spot. They are fine with the past now and when the time is right, I will point the way to them. Time is a factor only to us living, to these past people, time is nothing. So I have to allow things to develop in my time frame and not theirs. They simply want someone to understand the circumstances behind their life and ending on earth…

What is? Is what is!

WtR

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Myself, the Mainstream Media (MSM) needs to be broken up just like Ma Bell was many years ago. Time to put the media back to the little people and keep it out of the elite’s hands…

WtR