The Lifeboat Hour

I have been bringing the main stories relating to the human predicament – in short near-term human extinction.

In this broadcast Mike Ruppert brings all the strands together, especially regarding the situation of the world's nuclear reactors – from Fukushima to problems in at least five ancient reactors across the United States, to the leaking tanks (now over 60) at Hanford nuclear facility, to the impossibility of safely shutting down the world's 400+ reactors, as the world moves towards collpse on multiple fronts.

Mike identifies five (not four) Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

It was a hard program for Mike to do and it was hard to listen to.

Listen if you dare.

If you haven't moved into cognitive dissonance and denial, you are to be congratulated. You are one of a relatively small number of people that are able to bravely look at reality in the face and to make the decision to LIVE.

I can't say it any better than Derrick Jensen: “We’re fucked, and life is really, really good.”

--- Seemorerocks

Mike Ruppert talks nuclear apocalypse

Long, long in the past, far, far in the future

At that point before the beginning, after the end,

Where the time and space do not exist,

Where all the colors and forms are lost in the blackness of void,

There was a heavy vast silence,

A profound eternal motionlessness,

And nothingness and everything were the same.

And then Evrynome, Gaia, Goddess of a thousand names,

Mother of all,

Sighed.

And the sound of her breath echoed pleasingly her her ears.

As if it were foreseeing

And yet as if it were remembrance,

She heard summer breezes ruffling tall green grasses,

And winter hurricanes howling through deep valleys,

And the pounding of the sea,

And the calling voices of all creation.

And so Everynome, Gaia, Goddess of a thousand names,

Mother of all,

Pursed her lips and whistled for the wind.

Then slowly, smoothly, with perfect sensuality

She rose up from the timeless bed of her infinite rest

And caught up the wind

In her cupped hands,

In her streaming hair,

In the billows of her skirts,

And in the warm secret places of her body,

And she danced.

She danced delicately, she danced frenziedly,

She danced in staccato rhythm and liquid movement,

She danced with pure precision and orgiastic abandon,

She danced gloriously,

She danced holding the wind in her close embrace,

She danced the love and the joy of creation.

She danced and she danced.

And from the arch of her foot leapt the circles of time,

And from the curve of her spine, the spirals of life,

Day and night,

Black and white,

Birth, death, resurrection.

And as ecstasy grew, as the beat increased,

The wind blew wild and her belly swelled round.

And from the rivers of her sweat, oceans flowed,

And with each heave of her breast, mountains rose.

And when she threw back her hair and opened her hands,

Life teemed around her and harmony reigned.

Creation now danced in her perfect time

And she smiled.

-Starhawk