A New Year's Miracle

A more meaningful life is possible for me in 2023 with the help of Angels: you, my caring readers. The lives of four people can forever change for the better in 2023, with your grace.

Here is how you can help make a miracle happen as 2023 begins.

Clicking the link and upgrading from free to a paid subscription ($5 a month works out to just 16 cents a day) can literally and nearly instantly change my life for the better in 2023.

It is a small act of kindness and appreciation for my work that has significant impact.

I’ll explain why later in this post; please, consider it once you’ve reached the end.

If you’re a free subscriber, I welcome you warmly to my subscriber family, and I hope that you’ll continue to find interesting content and value in what I write about here.

I have a lot more to share in the year ahead; my drafts folder is about 25 articles deep, and there are some real blockbusters in the queue. If you are already a paid subscriber, I’m sincerely grateful.

Permit me to share some of my story to tell you why I ask for your grace and why upgrading to a paid subscription can make such a meaningful difference.

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2020 was a terrible year, in so many respects and for so many people. Some people lost their lives years too soon; some lost families and friends because of the intentional divisiveness brought about by the COVID response; some lost jobs and businesses and homes (I did), and many of us—those without blinders on, anyway—lost what trust we may still have had in the medical establishment and in government.

Some of us have always had trust issues with a bloated and incompetent government, but 2020 was the “indigo inflection point” event that brought a larger number of people around to our viewpoint.

For the first time in our lives, a sizeable number of us glimpsed firsthand the terrible tyranny that can arise when arrogant, greedy, controlling and either malevolent or incompetent people—some of whom crave power out of narcissism or psychopathy or both—find themselves in positions that allow them to make insane (or criminal) decisions far above their competency or beyond their legal remit. Cuomo, Whitmer, Biden, Fauci, etc.

For those of us, like me, having parents or grandparents who lived through communist or socialist hellholes in the past, the whiff of East-German style Stasi informants and the police state was a recognizable stench in 2020 and 2021.

These last few years hammered home to me and others the importance of finding a future means to achieve complete self-sufficiency—severing the cords of dependence on the “system”—rather than accepting life in the cold, controlling and deadly embrace of the government.

Drowning in the suffocating conformity of the leftist worldview or withering in the death-grip of the slave system set up by the banking and energy-controlling elite is not a fate we must accept.

As a consequence of the pandemic and pandemic response (the evidence clearly suggests some of “them” had a hand in causing it, for deliberate purposes) our government and elite overlords acted out of a combination of fear, arrogance, heartlessness, greed and lust for power—and innocent people suffered.

It’s better said, perhaps, that these elite have always behaved this way; but after 2020, it took place in full view of many new observers who were awakened for the first time in their lives. For some, this awakening was helped along by the letter Q.

Most of us suffered in and after 2020 some way; I was not spared. In mid 2020, I was weeks away from finding myself homeless and penniless, in spite of a long career of hard work marred by a few misfortunes. At the end of 2022, I had managed to claw back to a position of at least treading water, but only barely staying afloat.

Starting this substack in December of 2021 was a blessing. It was not only an outlet for my yearning for an outlet of creative expression; a means to share a lifetime of broad career experiences with others through my writing; it was also a small supplement to my meager income.

It became a platform for me to use my unique voice and talent for explaining complex topics to broad audiences—and at the same time, to stand against the maelstrom and encourage others to stand strong, too.

To be a voice of rational support and hope in the eye of the storm, as I covered ideas that gave people hope for a new era that is about to come in energy production—an era that changes everything for humanity.

The best that is yet to come. And it WILL come.

My writing on substack and then later Telegram and Truth Social (and now, post-Elon, Twitter once again) connected me to some journalist friends, and that path also led me to being part of the Pit Research group, where for a time I helped to do open-source research for True the Vote’s Catherine Englebrecht and Gregg Phillips, both of whom I sincerely admire.

Rewinding a bit: In 2020, at 53, I had lost nearly everything. Dear Klaus Schwab and the WEF: no, owning nothing does not lead to feelings of happiness, trust me on this (although the opposite—having all conceivable wealth—doesn’t lead to happiness, either. There is a desirable middle ground.)

I think it should be mandatory, by the way, for the typical WEF member to have to walk a mile or two in my shoes someday—for a few years—before they are allowed to even contemplate any attempt to dictate by fiat the future course of our lives.

It is time for us to make it abundantly clear to them that we, not they, will prevail in the end. We, the people, hold the power. We simply must remember how to wield it.

During the mania of COVID lockdown in California, and as a consequence of an unfortunately-timed coincidental business failure, I landed on unemployment for the first time in my life, which brought me a sense of shame—until I calculated how many millions in taxes I had paid through the decades. For a time, I had thought I would literally be homeless—if the trajectory that I was on had continued for just six more weeks.

I won’t go into details of what happened with that business failure in this post; I’ll write about it another day. Suffice it to say that after a long struggle over the past decade in the post-Dotcom era, I thought I finally had a pathway to a secure retirement again, only to see it completely obliterated (again) in early 2020 for reasons outside of my control.

On the one hand, being unemployed and locked down in a small cottage in the countryside of Central California in 2020 was a humbling and sometimes negative experience.

That said, being all alone out in the countryside while the blue cities raged and burned was also often a blessing. I was sequestered far away from that hell. Perhaps God intended this for me, a quantum of solace.

On the other hand, if it hadn’t been for being unemployed and locked down for many long months, while also being the kind of inquisitive, creative nerd than I am, I also wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do the analysis, research and study into the COVID era and other topics of interest that I was afforded the opportunity to.

God sent me on this path of hardship for a reason and granted me the time and space to do something with it. The CDC data analysis that I did for Tracy Beanz’s March of 2020 article on ILI data anomalies in early 2020, for example, led to a request of my excel data set by Senator Ron Johnson’s office.

For all that happened in 2020, and in the years since, I spoke up and spoke out, and I made a difference in derailing the trajectory of the COVID OP by shining a spotlight and being a voice for the COVIDiocy-resistance coalition —amplifying truth wherever I could.

At the end of 2020, I landed a blue-collar job that helped me at least take care of myself and two dogs, and in the spring of 2021, also care for my youngest daughter who moved back in with me in order to finish her last two years of college.

A few days ago, I published my latest article on Substack: Nuclear Fusion: Illusion, Confusion. This article was the 50th article that I wrote this year. I have grown my social media following to more than 53,000 friends spread across several platforms since early 2021.

These days, I can only manage to complete about one or two of these articles a week on the weekends, given the demands of my current day job. But I enjoy writing and research, and it has helped create some side income.

I really want to do this full time, as I would have been able to do before the concurrent disasters of 2020 knocked me off my feet.

I'll always remember the Sierra Mountains, no matter where I end up moving.

As this year draws to a close, a radically different 2023 is shaping up for me: my youngest daughter will be graduating from college; the farmer from whom I’m renting a tiny rundown cottage in the country may need to sell the property because the local farming industry has been hit from all sides—inflation, drought, and regulations each wreaking havoc on agriculture; and the job I’m currently in—at an agriculture industry irrigation company—may be ending due to changing economic headwinds and mismanagement by its young owner.

But at the same time, there is also a bright new hope on the horizon: I’m aiming towards a new life with a new love. A life with my fiancé, and her young daughter—an innocent little one who deserves to know what having a dad in her life feels like.

I’ve been blessed by God to have somehow found a wonderful and loving woman who genuinely completes me—heart, mind and soul—and I have an opportunity now to be a husband and dad again.

The two of us are separated by a thousand miles, and neither of us is financially strong enough to continue alone as we are: we both live in relative poverty.

She is a single parent home schooling her daughter and working as a school bus driver in the Midwest, and I am working in the Central California Ag industry doing irrigation systems design—a huge mismatch for my skill and talents. But it was a job that my younger colleague and friend found for me that kept me alive in the dark days of 2020.

What I really want to do is devote myself full time to research and writing, aiming to work with my friend Dr. Mills in Princeton in a few years as he finally approaches commercialization of his own 30 years of research. I want to move from California in 2023 across the country and form a new home and sanctuary with my beloved and her 7-year-old.

In my drafts folder on substack, I have about 25 more articles in various stages of completion; but I have no time to research or write as I once had. I also have two books partially written that I want to be able to complete, one about Cosmology; and I’d like to resurrect my former software and data/I.T. consulting company and start working with young entrepreneurs again.

But I’m isolated and alone out in the countryside right now, trapped in a job that doesn’t leverage my talent and value. My professional network has moved away or moved on, and not much is feasible at the moment. So, I tread water at what was supposed to be a temporary blue-collar day job, one which has now ensnared me and sapped my creative drive.

To get to there from here—to the renewed purpose and life that I dream of with my fiancé—is a daunting task given my current situation, and the challenges weigh on me every day.

But the answer actually lies right here: in the hands of you, dear readers. You can make a miracle happen.

If enough of you chose to upgrade from free to paid subscriptions— even at the starting level of $5 a month — it would be a literal 2023 miracle for us: it would give me the means to start again at the age of 55 as an author and writer and build a home and family with my fiancé as I relocate to her hometown.

I started this substack last year (2021) in December, and it has already grown to more than 6,500 subscribers. As you know, I write on a variety of topics from science to engineering to politics—articles whose content is drawn from my multiple careers’ worth of directly lived experience.

I write on topics and in a style that seem to resonate with a lot of people. The positive feedback I have received from you has been a source of inspiration and encouragement for me to continue.

Some paid subscribers have subscribed at $5 a month, some at $50 a year, and a few blessed souls—whose generosity has brought tears to my eyes—chose on their own to voluntarily subscribe at $100, $200 and $500 a year.

This has begun to give me a glimmer of hope: a way to escape the trap that I’ve been in since the beginning of the COVID era, and a way to build a new life, a new family and a new home as a husband and father again.

Please…consider upgrading to a paid subscription. Your generosity and support for my writing will literally make miracles happen. It will change my life, my fiance’s life, and the future of her 7-year-old forever.

You can also contribute in other ways: buymeacoffee.com is one way, or a direct contribution via cashApp is another. Both links can be found here. You can also reach me at cognitivecarbon@protonmail.com if you have other ideas that may help.

God bless all of you Angels who choose to make a miracle happen.

I’m counting on you as 2023 dawns.