One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
I hear a heavy truck on the street and dread that the onion grass has mechanized and is becoming aggressive.
It’s the day after Easter and I pray again that the earth will take itself back sooner and save me from yard work,
the way I remember, from when I was a kid, the End Timers praying for the bombs to fall
and justify their faith to the poor neighborhoods in town
where the couches burned when the basketball game went the wrong way.
[Daybook 2026 // Spring 4.6.26]
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[Daybook 2026 // Winter 2.28.26 and 3.4.26
2.28.26 [On the news we started another war in the of God]
Woke up at 6 with the dogs, let them out and rummaged around for their breakfast,debating the finer points of wakefulness and coffee or more sleep. Scrolled the outside world and learned about the new war: one more conscription writ in blood to maintain an empire that was never meant to be. Let the dogs back in, gave them breakfast and fresh water. Climbed back in bed, because sleep and comfort are fleeting
when the bombs are flying.
3.4.26 [Notes from Baltimore on the second coming]
People forget Armageddon
was born in America. It's in
all the stories, buried deep
waiting to rise again
when fervor needs whipping up.
There is no redemption in America
without a Tribulation and when
John Nelson Darby started singing
his Pre-Tribulation song, Joseph Smith
was rubbing magic rocks
and dreaming of Utah
around 30 years before the Civil War
when it was possible for a man
to attend church Sunday day
and abuse slaves Sunday night
and call it all the Kingdom of Heaven.