Life on the Farm

Stalin called farmers the "enemies of the people."

The state expropriated them, took control of food production, and starved untold millions of people to death.

Now, barely a century later, the World Economic Forum has declared war on farmers. Sound familiar?

So, after much soul-searching, I have decided to become a farmer. Growing food for my family. Doing my part to resist totalitarian dystopian democide. Yes, I am deplored by the Stalinesque WEF and their ilk as an "enemy of the state,” an abhorrent obstacle to their “New World Order.” I don't fear them. They may rant and rave, but I'm locked 'n loaded, ready to stand my ground.

Yes, I'm a farmer, just like my great-grandfather's family in Cherson 150 years ago. Just like my ancestors in Judea many centuries ago*. I'm here to live off the land, to cultivate and harvest our food directly from G-d Almighty without intermediaries, state, corporate, or otherwise. I no longer wish to be gridlocked by their grid. I choose my farm over their Pharma.

My life took a strange unexpected twist in recent years, and extraordinary state tyranny led me down a path of self-realization and empowerment. HaShem brought me back to the earth. After half a century of urban imprisonment, I'm relearning how to live life, the way live was intended to be lived.

I now appreciate every drop of rain as direct blessing from G-d, saturating our land, providing lush pasture for our animals, fruits and vegetables for our children. We are blessed with thousands of trees, flowing streams, ponds, mountains, caves. Every day is an adventure, a lesson, a new discovery.

We share our life-giving farm products (like firewood, veggies, milk) with needy and elderly neighbors. We are learning new skills from kind neighbors who generously share their valuable know-how with us.

We are surrounding ourselves with like-minded farmers, ready to defend each other against predatory state tyranny.

I intend to recreate an old-new paradigm for modern life in a closely-knit farming community where children can learn Torah free from Orwellian state mandates or antinomian LGBTQ indoctrination, etc. A place of expansive natural beauty where yiddishkeit can thrive anew. A farmer life where horses replace engines, where water is pristine and untainted, where food is real and rich. A natural existence where the 39 melachot are a real part of daily life and not just theoretical. A bastion of freedom and food autonomy, where G-d's presence is ever-manifest in every aspect of life.

Yes, I'm a farmer and proud of it. Doing my part to save humanity, one good deed at a time.

Would you join me?

Photo credit: Appalachian Mountain Farm by Debra and Dave Vanderlaan

*Note: I yearn and hope to imminently return to my Holy Land and homestead on its holy hills like my ancestors. If someone could find me a remote mountainous property in the Land that's pristine and expansive, far away from urban centers/industry/state surveillance, and realistically affordable for me, I'd greatly appreciate it. Meanwhile, we are here in the Diaspora, לבי במזרח ואני בתוך מערב, yearning to return to our Holy Land with our righteous Moshiach במהרה בימינו אמן.