Author: Stephanie Bacquet Mathews

  • Gardening

    I have been a forager for over 13 years, but I have only gardened 6 times. I kept feeling like I failed, year after year, unable to produce enough food to create a stocked pantry.

    The two biggest aspects of failure, were not having soil, I have grown the soil on the property from rock filled clay, to composted wood shavings filled with rabbit manure and worms.

    And the lack of water. We have our garden and home on the top of the hill, away from the flood plain and neighbors, which means we completely rely on the rain for our water. And for several years now, we end up having droughts for a portion of the summer that spans for weeks to up to two months! This is devastating when I have my garden thriving and then am unable to water, and then we go into drought conditions.

    I feel like I finally get it though. I have to mulch my garden extensively in order to help retain the water in the soil, and to not have to water so much. And now that I have soil, I can grow more than just squash, which love fresh wood chips.

    In fact, I have watermelon coming up this year that I planted last year, simply because the mulch has turned to soil, allowing it to sprout!

    Our property is clay and rock filled ground, it seems to grow rocks rather than soil, and it has taken years to actually create soil that I can trowel through, that is deeper than a few inches.

    But I will tell you, seeing radishes, beans, peas, mustard sprouts, corn, potatoes, watermelon, onions, broccoli, and various flowers coming up by just being placed into the soil, feels like pure magic.

    I also tried seed snails this year. This is done by taking rolled paper, laying it out, filling it with soil, then rolling them up. This is such a great way to start seeds with minimal space. I have 3 containers of them, that I take out to the fenced in garden each morning to get sun, then bring in at night. I have tomatoes, peppers of all kinds, marigolds, artichokes, thyme, cauliflower, lavender, basil, parsley, with other things that haven’t yet sprouted.

    And the fully fenced in yard is another aspect. I had opossums, rabbits, cats, and chickens all digging up my garden faster than I could have it planted. We invested in fencing, and chicken wire, to help keep the animals out, so that I could actually have a chance at growing decent food for my family this year.

    So here is what finally clicked for me, though. Gardening is not putting seeds in the ground one time. I used to chaos garden, putting my seeds all in the soil at once, hoping they would come up at some point. But that is not how real, successful, growing food steadily happens!

    It requires putting seeds in the ground, every 2-3 weeks, the entire spring, summer and fall!! This has been mind blowing, but it is proving to be working. Planting in either seed snails or in the soil, the things that don’t mind the cold air. Then working your way to more warm loving things such as peppers and tomatoes, week by week. I have been putting seeds in the ground for the past 2 months, and I am seeing the progress of doing this. My mustard greens are ready. My peas are climbing. The potatoes I left in the soil last fall, are sprouting, along with corn that overwintered.

    I have flowers, like ironweed, dahlias, and coneflowers returning. I just planted all of my wildflower and butterfly attracting seeds, as well as my echinaceas. Pumpkins that I threw out for the goats and chickens, seeds that didn’t get eaten are finding their way through the soil, in various spaces, in the goat pen, a raised bed, and out in the lawn. I love seeing the abundance of nature being prolific, and creating new life all on their own.

    Our woods are naturally filled with mulberry, wild plum, persimmon, black raspberries, blackberries, dew berries, wild blueberries, hazelnuts and tons of other medicinal trees.

    But back to gardening. Gardening takes a type of patience, for allowing. Allowing the warmth of the soil to match up with the seed. Allowing the seed the time it needs to sprout. It requires patience for mulch to decompose into nutrient dense soil. And gardening without spending money, requires extra patience.

    Last year, my word of the year was “Garden.” I wanted my life to be a garden, filled with abundance, friends, community, and nutrition. And I can see how that year has created a palpable shift in my awareness with this years garden. It is like a light bulb finally turned on, and I can see how a garden works. I can see how the placement, the timing, the flow of water run off, the fencing, the plants around the permitter, the flowers, the sun, the north and south side, all play together to create a mosaic or piece of art with living plants. And it is truly a masterpiece as it blooms and opens.

    I am seeing open spaces in my garden and thinking about the fast growers, such as carrots, radishes, lettuces, will be there for the next month or two, and what will be there in the fall, that is a slower grower. I can see it all playing out in my head like a movie watching them grow and sprout.

    But then again I have dreamed of a full garden before, but had little actual produce. But this was a grow once and hope they make it. Just like life, a garden takes putting seeds in the ground consistently and constantly.

    If a zucchini plant gets eaten by those squash bugs, start it over immediately. If your cabbage gets eaten, grow another one immediately. I can settle into failure mode, and get down on myself as to why things aren’t working, but that doesn’t need to be the case. Who cares if a plant dies, try again! Who cares if something does’t work out, try again! We put so much effort on the way we think things will work out, that often times we forget we can just try again. Over and over and over again!

    I feel like this is what human animals have done for hundreds of thousands of years. We just simply tried and tried again, over and over again. From turning mustard into broccoli, cauliflower, Brussel sprouts, and cabbage. Nightshades into potatoes, tomatoes and eggplant. We humans are capable of so much, but it usually doesn’t happen in a single generation. The work we do is built upon, by seven or more generations. It takes time and patience to create new life.

    But unfortunately, we are currently in a destructive time of our existence. One where individuals have the ability to create drastic change that affects billions of humans.

    And when I think about the control that some of the individuals have over the pollution, air quality, data centers, I think about what it is that I can do?

    I can grow a garden. I can learn. I can fail. And I can try agin.

  • The House of Cards

    An AI image of Trump as Jesus. Is that the line? I know that the line has come for many trump followers who have left MAGA. But now the Christian Nationalists are saying that Trump is the Anti-Christ. Many people who are not religious, or who have deconstructed from the church have been saying this for 10 years. Amazing that his followers are just seeing it.

    Him unaliving, eating, and graping children wasn’t upsetting though. Him depicting himself as Jesus, in the red and white robes. A fake picture was the line. A fake picture was the breaking point. This feels almost surreal, because they still don’t care about all the allegations, pay offs, and proof of what he has done.

    I want to sit with that for a moment, because it tells us something important about how belief actually works. It was never about facts. It was never about evidence. It was about which symbolic violation finally broke the frame they were living inside. And an image of their president dressed as their savior broke something in the architecture of their faith that nothing material ever could.

    Here is where it gets stranger.

    The Christian Nationalists who have turned on him are not turning away. They are now saying he is the Anti-Christ. And in their theology, that is not a reason to remove him. The Anti-Christ is necessary. Evil is required to trigger the return. So they disapprove of him now. They see him as a vessel of darkness. And they are still not moving to stop him, because in their framework, stopping him would be interrupting the plan. Not the real man that was born in Palestine as a Jew, not a Zionist. But Jesus as a white man floating down from the clouds is what they have in their imagination, while they are murdering all the Palestinian men, who if Jesus had returned, is in a pit filled with thousands of others, covered in lime, that were genocided by Netanyahu.

    I have family I love who are inside this. Not at arm’s length. In my actual life, in ongoing relationship, people I sit with and talk to, who are also actively trying to convert me so that their end times can happen. That is the reality I am navigating. Watching people I love be pumped full of millions of dollars worth of Facebook propaganda, targeted, refined, algorithmically perfected to reach exactly them, and believing that what they are receiving is revelation.

    They are being catfished by billionaires who need the end times narrative to keep people passive while the restructuring happens.

    I have been watching civilizational collapse patterns for fifteen years. This is what it looks like up close. Not a dramatic single moment. Cards coming loose, one at a time, while the people holding the deck keep reshuffling.

    Now Melania, bringing the Epstein files back up, she was definitely tying to get ahead of a long time friend, who supposedly her ex-husband had her deported to Brazil. She was here for decades, but he wanted control over his 16 year old son. So he called ICE and a favor in to his influential wealthy friends, and got her deported. This man is also the one who introduced Trump to Melania. He is a modeling agent or a pimp to some.

    The woman’s name is Amanda Ungaro.

    She has nothing left to lose.

    She is now saying she will share everything. She was in Melania and Trumps inner circle. She knows the connections they had with Epstein.

    Why does this all matter?

    The threads are being pulled. The whole thing is unraveling.

    Meanwhile, Iran now has more control over the Strait of Hormuz, more nuclear positioning, fewer sanctions, and more consolidated regional alliances than it had two months ago.

    Everything the current administration has touched has inverted. Every pressure point has released in the opposite direction. Every deal has cost more than it gained. We are watching a governing strategy built entirely on dominance discover, repeatedly, that dominance applied without intelligence does not produce submission. It produces realignment.

    Showing a door dash grandma, who isn’t paying tax on tips, but has to pay medical bills and continue to work past retirement, to pay them, is actually ridiculous to other countries. Baffled. The insurance companies control the pharmaceutical industry that controls the doctors that controls the trials. This is not a conspiracy. This is a documented structure. A sick care system, not a health care system, because sick people are an economy. Healthy people are not.

    I don’t want America healthcare to be universal, because we live in a sick care system. That is just capitalist Healthcare, continuing to make insurance CEO’s and the health care billions of dollars, while people continue to get more chronically sick.

    And yes, I am all over the place, but it is all connected.

    Our food is poison. Our vaccines are produced inside the same captured system. Our medicine is designed around chronic disease management, not healing, because healing ends the revenue stream. These are not fringe positions. The data is there for anyone willing to read it.

    The MAHA movement found the women who already knew this. Midwives, herbalists, home birthers, free-spirited women who had already done the work of stepping outside the system. Women with real knowledge and real grievances. And it used their legitimate understanding as a door. Opening into a room that walked them directly into a political party that serves the pharmaceutical companies, the agricultural lobbies, and the food manufacturers they thought they were walking away from. The facade was built specifically for them, using language they recognized, because the people building it knew exactly who they were recruiting.

    The food pyramid has been upside down since it was designed to serve agricultural lobbying interests. Grains at the base. Fruits and vegetables as an afterthought. We are Sacred Embodied Human Animals. We grazed. We moved through landscapes eating what was there, what was available, what was in season. Greens in the spring because that is what springs. You cannot eat large amounts of meat without protein poisoning. Your liver and your heart will tell you. We spent hundreds of thousands of years eating what was actually available in actual time, and we have spent a few generations pretending that protein shakes and manufactured macros are nutrition.

    Eat what is growing right now. That is not a diet. That is a relationship.

    All of this is connected.

    Property is not more important than human life.

    That sentence should not need to be said. And yet we have watched warehouses full of property treated as a crime scene while the crime of the warehouses themselves goes unexamined. Billionaire propaganda has been so effective, so deep in the water supply, that people will defend the right to property and corporations over the right to breathe, to be housed, to exist outside of debt.

    People are starting to wake up to the fact that we are in a debt slave system. If we aren’t paid enough we rely on debt. It used to just be being in debt for 15 years for a house. 3 years for a car. But now they are talking about 50 year house loans. People have 7 year car loans. They pay school loans for 30 years. These are lifetimes of debt that keep people enslaved in working until they die.

    Their is another way.

    Quit your job. Sell everything. Live in connection with nature. Yes, it is extreme. And it will completely rewire your brain.

    If you don’t want to do that, stop complaining. Stop asking when you get to quit your job. The answer is: whenever you decide to stop being a slave to a system that will take your life, your passion, your joy, your health, and leave you empty.

    Things are shifting quickly.

    Grow a garden. Plant radishes, they grow quickly and are ready to eat in a month. Grow lettuce, it is about the same. Peas are quick and satisfying. Meet your neighbors. See if you can grow a community garden in an empty lot on your block.

    Learn what is edible on your land. If you want to go further, go further. Sell the things that are costing you more than they are giving you. Get closer to the ground. It will rewire your brain in ways that nothing else will, because you will remember, in your body, that you are an animal in relationship with the earth, and that relationship is not optional. It was never optional. We just forgot.

    Think about all the ways you are dependent on the systems at play. Could you live for a week if the electricity went out? Could you live for a month if there were no grocery stores getting deliveries? Could you still commute to work getting the same amount of money if gas went up to $10 a gallon, and afford your cost of living? Are you able to afford your cost of living at the moment?

    There is so much here, and I know it doesn’t seem relevant but it is all connected. We are waking up collectively, but some people will uphold the very system that enslaves them until they die.

    So will the house of cards fall?

    I have been sitting with this question for fifteen years.

    Here is what I know. The cards come loose. They have been coming loose. Each one reveals something that should have been the line and wasn’t. Each one reshuffles into a new configuration that protects the people at the top. Billionaires do not fall the way the rest of us fall. They restructure.

    What I do not know is whether enough people will wake up before the data centers cover the last of the arable land. Before the aquifers are gone. Before the air is unbreathable in the places where food used to grow.

    What I hold onto is this: every single tradition that humans have ever built: every religion, every cosmology, every ritual calendar.  Was a humans attempt to organize what the body already knew. The body knows we are animals. The body knows we need soil and season and each other. The body knows what a fifty year mortgage costs. The body knows when it is being catfished.

    We are waking up. Some people will uphold the system that enslaves them until they die, because that is what they know and the knowing is a kind of comfort. But some people are remembering.

    The question is whether we remember in time.

    That question is not rhetorical. I am asking it for real. And I am asking it because the answer is not certain, and I think we need to stop pretending that it is.

  • April 7, 2026

    The whole world watched a clock tick all day, only for the deadline to be postponed two more weeks.

    Notice what just happened in your body when you read that. The exhale that isn’t quite an exhale. The relief that doesn’t feel like relief. That is not accidental.

    This is what abusers do. This is what cults do. This is what empire has always done to the people living inside it. Hold the body at the threshold of threat long enough and it stops being able to discern. Stops being able to organize. Stops trusting its own perception. Another deadline. Another postponement. Maybe it’s all theater. Maybe you were overreacting. That doubt is the point. A nervous system held in chronic threat state is a nervous system that cannot revolt.

    And it doesn’t matter who you voted for anymore. Because nothing has been done to stop what Trump is doing. We are all guilty of this monstrosity. We are all responsible. We compared Trump to Hitler, and our own family and friends didn’t listen. They couldn’t be bothered or they listened to his lies. And now we all have to pay for what is being done.

    People wonder why people cut family members out of their lives. Kamala shared that this exact thing was going to happen. Bashar said Trump would start world war 3. And now the whole world was anticipating 8pm eastern on April 7, to see what will happen. If a red button will be pushed.

    Trump posted this morning that “a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again” if a deal isn’t reached by his 8 p.m. deadline to reopen the Strait of Hormuz. NPR He has been threatening to destroy bridges, power plants, and water treatment facilities. Even before that deadline, US forces struck Kharg Island, Iran’s key oil export hub, and dozens of military targets overnight. NBC News

    Iran called on “all young people” to form human chains around power plants in case of strikes. MS NOW Those people standing in human chains are real civilians trying to shield their infrastructure with their bodies. That is not metaphor. That is what desperation looks like when a government has already been partially destroyed and the next wave could take the lights off for an entire country.

    The war has already caused an estimated 7.5 million barrels per day of crude oil to be shut in across Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, the UAE, Qatar, and Bahrain. Dubai Humanitarian, the largest aid hub in the world,  has seen the number of countries it can supply drop from 25 in January to just nine in March. CNN

    I talk a lot about civilizations collapsing because I have seen this coming for the past 15 years. I purposely moved off grid 8 years ago. Quit everything because I knew it would take time. And I am seeing this happen. Right in front of my eyes.

    This is what the Sacred Embodied Human Animal has always known. Not as prophecy for its own sake. As body knowledge. As the thing that lives below ideology and above argument. Empire is not the natural state of human life. Control through annihilation is not the natural state of human life. The body knows this. It has always known this. Every tradition that ever existed was layered on top of something far older, something that remembers what it means to be an animal on a planet, accountable to the living world, not to flags or deadlines or men with red buttons.

    Every empire that has ever existed has ended. After every ending, people were still growing food. Still gathering. Still holding their children. Still watching the stars.

    Grieve tonight. Feel the full weight of what this is.

    Allow for the rage, the disappointment, the tears, the sadness, the knowing that nothing will ever be the same. This is time for processing. Breathe. Stay in your body. Allow these emotions to move through you, so they don’t become stuck.

  • Celestial Sanctuary 15- The dive into the Spring Equinox

    As I continue to travel through the Celestial Sanctuaries from the Earth’s perspective, I had spent 4 years connecting and traveling through these sanctuaries with the moon, before I realized that the Earth goes through these as well. Not just the sun from a zodiacal perspective. I can feel distinctly the shift as each one happens.

    Keep an eye on your energy as we come toward CELESTIAL SANCTUARY 16 · 192.858°–205.714° · Apr 5–Apr 18 Star- Spica

    I am building a Celestial Sanctuary portal on my website, and have several of the sanctuaries now listed, if you feel like going to main page you can click on the sanctuary as well.

    https://stephaniebacquetmathews.com/celestial-sanctuaries/

    https://stephaniebacquetmathews.com/celestial-sanctuary-15/

  • Insolvent

    On the collapse of a system built on imaginary money, the debt that keeps us captive, and what the Sacred Embodied Human Animal has always known about real wealth.

    Written by Stephanie Bacquet Mathews

    I learned a word two days ago that I cannot stop thinking about. Insolvent. It means you do not have enough income to pay your bills. Not that you are struggling, not that you are cutting back, not that it is tight this month. It means the math is broken. The bills are higher than the money coming in, and you cannot close the gap.

    America is officially insolvent.

    Someone put the numbers into a context that finally landed for me. Imagine you earn $64,518 a year. Your bills are $85,671 a year. And you are $1.34 million in debt. You cannot pay your bills. You definitely cannot make a dent on the interest on that debt. That is where the United States sits right now, today. The national debt crossed $39 trillion this month, and the deficit grows by roughly $70,000 every single second. Not per minute. Per second.

    Trump campaigned on eliminating the national debt. His business career offers a very clear model for how he approaches debt, and it is worth naming plainly: his companies filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy six documented times between 1991 and 2009, covering the Trump Taj Mahal, Trump Castle, Trump Plaza, the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan, Trump Hotels and Casino Resorts, and Trump Entertainment Resorts. The pattern was consistent each time: leverage up, pull out, let the creditors absorb the losses, move on. Bondholders, small businesses, and workers absorbed the damage while Trump retained his name, his fees, and his next deal. He used the phrase himself: “We’ll throw it into a chapter. We’ll negotiate with the banks. We’ll make a fantastic deal.”

    He is running the same play on a country.

    While the average American is watching prices double at the grocery store, the people closest to the White House have been extracting wealth at a speed that should make your jaw drop.

    Trump’s sons, Eric and Donald Jr., are investors in multiple drone companies that have received hundreds of millions of dollars in Pentagon contracts, during a war their father started. Donald Jr.’s venture capital firm, 1789 Capital, backed Vulcan Elements, a 30-person startup, which received a $620 million loan from the Department of Defense; the largest loan in the history of the Pentagon’s Office of Strategic Capital. That contract was awarded three months after 1789 invested in the company. Eric Trump invested in an Israeli drone maker called Xtend, which secured a multi-million-dollar Pentagon contract; those very drones were then used in combat in Iran, marking the first time the US military deployed one-way attack drones in combat. The sons were given investments. A war followed. The drones their companies sold were used in that war. The money flowed back.

    A Project on Government Oversight analyst said it plainly: everyone making contract decisions knows exactly whose relatives are on the cap table. An ethics watchdog said the deals presented, at minimum, “the appearance of impropriety.” Impropriety means the appearance of dishonesty, corruption and misconduct.

    Meanwhile, Trump’s crypto venture, World Liberty Financial, netted the family approximately $500 million after a deal with a company called Alt5 Sigma. The Trump family holds 75% of the proceeds from the token sales through a family LLC.

    This is not a left or right issue. Even large pro-Trump accounts on social media asked plainly: “Raise your hand if you voted for Trump so his kids could make money off government contracts.”

    Here is the anatomy of Insolvency. This is what the numbers actually show. The United States spent $7 trillion in fiscal year 2025 and collected $5.2 trillion in revenue. The deficit was $1.8 trillion, one of the four largest in American history, and larger than any deficit outside of a war, a recession, or a national emergency. We are in none of those, officially. We are simply spending vastly more than we take in during a period that should be, by economic metrics, a period of relative stability.

    Interest payments on the national debt hit nearly $1 trillion in 2025 and are projected to break $1 trillion in 2026. Interest is now the fastest-growing expense in the federal budget. Nearly one dollar in five of federal revenue will soon go to paying interest alone, before a single road is fixed, before a single school receives funding, before a single veteran is treated. The Congressional Budget Office projects deficits reaching $3.1 trillion annually by 2036.

    Ray Dalio, one of the most successful hedge fund managers in history, called this a “debt death spiral” and warned about the depreciation of the dollar specifically. The Treasury Department’s own annual financial report describes the US net position as negative $41.72 trillion. A Fortune commentary from a former Comptroller General used a word I had never heard applied to a nation before: insolvent.

    “Convenience will always create unnatural circumstances that will keep us captive to imaginary needs.” Stephanie Bacquet Mathews. I believe this is how we got here.

    Debt as enslavement. Most Americans do not own their homes. They hold mortgages. Most Americans do not own their cars. They hold loans. Consumer debt in the United States has climbed past $17 trillion when you include mortgages; household and personal debt together represent a system that requires every participating body to keep working, keep producing, keep consuming, just to stay in place.

    The credit score is perhaps the most elegant piece of this architecture. Your creditworthiness, your supposed measure of financial health, is built on debt. If you pay with cash, save rather than borrow, and carry no debt, you have a poor credit score. The system literally punishes you for not being indebted. It treats solvency as a liability. The only way to be considered financially trustworthy is to prove that you are good at managing debt, which means proving you are good at remaining in the system that keeps you working.

    This is not accidental design.

    Debt is the leash. It is elegant because it is invisible. A person with a car payment, a mortgage, a credit card minimum, and a student loan does not feel enslaved; they feel like a participant, a responsible adult, someone who has earned access to convenience. But the practical reality is that they cannot stop working. They cannot say no to a bad employer. They cannot take a season to grow food, to care for someone they love, to simply stop. The debt requires their continuous labor.

    And now the system that created that debt for individuals is replicating it at the national level, while simultaneously making clear that it no longer needs the labor of those individuals the way it once did.

    This is the question that keeps me up: If AI and automation replace most human labor within a decade, as the projections suggest, and the billionaire class no longer needs human workers to generate wealth, and the fiat money system is collapsing under debt that cannot be serviced, what exactly is the plan for the rest of us?

    I think this is the right question. And I think the honest answer is that there is no plan for the rest of us.

    Stocks, when denominated in dollars that are losing value, become abstract. Billionaire wealth, when stored in a currency that is collapsing, becomes abstract. The question “is their money still real if the dollar is no longer valuable?” is not a conspiracy theory. It is the correct economic question. And the answer is: not necessarily. Not in the way it is now.

    What retains value when the fiat system buckles is not complicated. It is ancient. It is food. Water. Land. The skills to produce and preserve both. The relationships with neighbors that allow genuine exchange rather than market exchange. The knowledge of what grows here, in this soil, in this season. The capacity to birth, to heal, to build, to preserve without a supply chain.

    People often think of toilet paper and bullets. You can survive a short crisis with those. You cannot survive what comes after an empire’s insolvency with them. What has always carried people through the collapse of economic systems is community, land knowledge, and the willingness to share labor.

    The body has always known what has real value. The Sacred Embodied Human Animal does not need to be told by an economist that food matters more than fiat currency. It knows this. It knows it in hunger. It knows it in the satisfaction of eating something it grew. It knows it in the way a child reaches for real food before processed food if given both without marketing pressure.

    The disconnection from this knowledge is not natural. It was engineered. It took generations of convenience, of packaging, of debt-financed access to things that simulate abundance without creating it, to get a population to the place where most people cannot grow food, cannot preserve a harvest, cannot identify a medicinal plant, cannot go three days without a supply chain. That is not human nature. That is the result of a system that needed people to be dependent in order to be profitable.

    I am not 100% sustainable. I do not pretend to be, and I do not think that is the goal. I buy feed for my animals in winter. I rely on things I cannot produce alone. This is correct. We are not meant to be solitary, self-contained units of survival. We are meant to live in community, to specialize in what we love and do well, to offer that to the people around us and receive what they offer in return. That is what real economy means. Not extraction. Not debt. Not infinite growth. Reciprocity. Gift. Specialization in service of the whole.

    Individualism is dying because it was never actually alive. It was a marketing strategy dressed as a value. The Sacred Embodied Human Animal is a communal creature. It does not thrive in isolation. It thrives in web, in relationship, in the kind of interdependence that a suburban cul-de-sac or a social media following cannot replicate, but that a real community of people who know each other’s land and skills and rhythms absolutely can.

    The collapse is not the END! I want to say this directly, because I think fear is the primary response most people have to the word collapse, and fear is not useful.

    The fiat money system collapsing is not the end of human life. It is the end of a particular arrangement of human life, one that has been running for about a century in its current form and that has been building toward this mathematical impossibility for decades. Empires borrow until they cannot. Currencies inflate until they cannot. Systems that require infinite growth on a finite planet eventually encounter the planet.

    What comes after is not nothing. What comes after is always determined by what people were doing before the collapse; whether they were building dependence or building capacity, accumulating convenience or accumulating knowledge, storing money or storing seeds.

    But I am growing food, breeding animals, continuing to learn which plants on this land hold medicine. My children know these things too. This is what humans did for 300,000 years before someone decided that depending on a supply chain and a credit score was the better arrangement.

    The billionaires are making a category error. They think they can take the money and leave the earth. They think the data center is the future and the soil is the past. They think the body is a limitation to be transcended rather than the only intelligence that has ever actually sustained life on this planet. Transhumanism, is not something I enjoy looking more into. But it is what these tech billionaires believe. They don’t need humans, or clean air, or an Earth, if their bodies are not needed anymore.

    But my body is needed. I love my body. I love my embodiment. I have stepped away from the death cult of Thanatos. (And yes, Jesus is a representative of Thanatos, and a death cult. But more on that another day.) I also have a matrifocal vision of sex and pleasure, rather than the cult of Eros’ perversion of sex and the need to power, master, control or contort others to get off. (Again more on that another day.)

    The Sacred Embodied Human Animal knows better. It has always known better. And every time an empire has burned itself to the ground on its own debt and its own arrogance, the people who survived were the ones who still knew how to put their hands in the soil.

    We are those people. We are building that knowledge now, while we still have time to build it with some stability around us. That is not small. That is not retreat. That is the most important work being done anywhere right now.

    Stay rooted.

    Stephanie Bacquet Mathews

    Magical Mothering  |  stephaniebacquetmathews.com

  • The Body They Cannot Have

    On empire’s oldest strategy, the war against embodied life, and why the Sacred Embodied Human Animal is the one thing they cannot extract, automate, or destroy.

    They have done this before. This is the first thing you need to know. Not as a comfort, but as an orientation. When you feel the particular vertigo of watching a government hollow out its own airports while announcing victory in a war it started on a lie, while troops ship out and a general in Tehran says we have been waiting for exactly this for twenty years, that vertigo is pattern recognition. Your body knows this shape. It has been encoded in your nervous system across millennia of watching empire operate. The question is whether you will let that knowing metabolize into clarity, or whether it will stay stuck in your throat as fear.

    Let us name the pattern.

    The United States has a documented history of creating or exploiting crisis to justify expansion. The USS Maine exploded in Havana harbor in 1898 under murky circumstances, and within months the US had gone to war with Spain and seized Cuba, Puerto Rico, Guam, and the Philippines. The second attack in the Gulf of Tonkin in 1964, the one that sent 58,000 Americans and millions of Vietnamese to their deaths, was later confirmed by declassified NSA documents to have been fabricated entirely. Operation Northwoods, a declassified 1962 proposal, outlined a plan to bomb American cities and sink American ships, blaming Cuba, to justify invasion. The Kennedy administration rejected it. The plan existed.

    This is not conspiracy. It is documented. It is history. The pattern is: manufacture or exploit a crisis, attach blame to a named enemy, acquire the public emotional permission to do what you already intended to do.

    What is happening right now carries this shape in its bones.

    TSA workers have gone unpaid for months. More than 450 have quit. The call-out rate has risen from 2% to 10%. ICE agents, trained for immigration enforcement, not threat detection, not explosives screening, not the granular work of identifying contraband, are being placed in airports to fill the visual role of security without performing its actual function. Iran’s military has stated publicly that they have been preparing for American boots on the ground for two decades, that their asymmetrical warfare strategy has been trained and waiting. Trump simultaneously claims the war is already won and sends another thousand troops from the 82nd Airborne. A peace agreement was reportedly within reach, Iran had agreed to halt uranium enrichment, full IAEA verification was on the table, and the strikes happened anyway. The US negotiator is accused by diplomats of misrepresenting the exchange.

    This is the architecture of pretext. The airports are soft. The enemy is positioned and motivated. The justification for escalation is being built in advance.

    The why beneath the why. I cannot stop sitting with: why? If you already have billions, why do you need a war? If you already have power, what is this actually for?

    The honest answer lives at two levels, and you need both.

    At the surface level, this is an extraction economy completing its transition. The old economy needed bodies: bodies in factories, bodies in fields, bodies as consumers who spent the wages of their labor. The new economy is structured around artificial intelligence and data infrastructure, and the Nobel laureate who helped build it has warned plainly that the major AI companies are betting on massive job replacement, because that is where the money is. A Senate report released in 2025 warned that AI and automation could eliminate nearly 100 million American jobs within a decade. Bill Gates stated publicly that within ten years, AI will replace most doctors, most teachers, that human expertise will become, in his word, free.

    What do you do with a population of 330 million people when you no longer need their labor? When the data centers need land and water and energy but not the people who currently live on that land and drink that water? The rural dispossession happening through economic collapse, through disaster, through the slow evacuation of services from rural communities is not accidental. It is the clearing of the field.

    War on American soil would serve this project with terrible efficiency. Emergency powers suspend civil liberties. Mass fear makes population management easier. The concentration of resource decisions in fewer hands gets justified as wartime necessity. And the populations most likely to organize, to resist, to remember older ways of living:  rural, land-connected, and community-rooted people, are the first ones emergency powers and economic collapse reach.

    But there is a second level. The deeper level. And this is where the Sacred Embodied Human Animal framework becomes not just relevant but essential.

    The Death Cult has just moved to the DATA Centers. The people orchestrating this moment are not simply greedy. Greed is an embodied thing. It wants pleasure, accumulation, the sensory satisfaction of having. What we are watching is something older and stranger. It is the philosophical tradition of body-hatred wearing the mask of progress.

    Elon Musk has said explicitly that he considers human beings too slow, too irrational, too biological. The transhumanist vision shared across a small constellation of extraordinarily powerful men is a future in which consciousness uploads, in which the meat of the body becomes optional, in which the slow somatic wisdom of animal life is replaced with the frictionless speed of pure computation. They genuinely believe this is an upgrade. They believe the body is a limitation. They believe that what is most valuable about human beings is separable from the fact of being embodied, from having feet on soil, from the 38 trillion microorganisms that constitute the ecology of a single human gut.

    This is a spiritual crisis masquerading as a technological vision. And it is the oldest spiritual crisis in the Western tradition, the Gnostic suspicion that matter is corrupt, that the body is a prison, that transcendence means escape from the physical. It has been running through Western civilization for two thousand years. We are watching its billionaire endpoint.

    They cannot feel their feet on the ground. The research on embodied cognition, on nervous system regulation, on the somatic intelligence that lives below the threshold of language. This is the intelligence that tells you something is wrong before you can name it, that registers the weight of a child in your arms as information, that knows which plants are safe by smell, by texture, by the particular intuition that comes from years of walking the same land. This intelligence has no API. It cannot be extracted, compressed, uploaded, or replicated. It lives in the body and it dies when the body is severed from the earth.

    They are terrified of what they cannot have. And they are building a monument to that terror and calling it the future.

    Here is what the historical record shows about empires that wage war on the bodies of their own populations: they always underestimate what lives in those bodies.

    Rome reached its maximum territorial extent and began its long collapse from within, not because the barbarians were stronger, but because the center could not hold. The extractive logic that stripped the provinces bare eventually stripped the center too. The knowledge that lived in the provinces, how to farm that particular soil, which plants held which medicinal properties, the water systems, the seasonal rhythms. That knowledge did not upload to Rome when the empire took the land. It stayed with the people. And when the people dispersed or died, the knowledge went with them. What came after was called the Dark Ages by the people who lost the empire. The people who survived in the margins, who had been practicing embodied land-based life all along, simply continued.

    This is the pattern the billionaires cannot see because they have never looked at history from the bottom. They are looking at it from the top, from the vantage of who held power, who built monuments, who left records. They are not looking at what persisted. What persisted was not written in imperial Latin. It was written in seed varieties, in the memory of where the medicine plants grow, in the knowledge of how to birth a baby without a hospital, in the ability to read weather in the body of the land.

    That knowledge is what I carry. That knowledge is what my children are learning. That knowledge is not stored in a data center anywhere.

    I watch people’s nervous systems blow out in real time watching the news. They scroll. The next thing. The next horror. The cortisol spike that never fully resolves before the next one arrives. And I understand the impulse: if I just keep watching, if I just keep tracking, I will somehow stay ahead of it. I will know enough to be safe.

    But the nervous system does not work that way. A body kept in chronic threat activation loses its capacity for the kind of thinking this moment actually requires. The prefrontal cortex, the seat of long-range planning, of seeing pattern, of imagining futures that do not yet exist, goes offline when the amygdala is running the show. You cannot plan the world you want to inhabit from inside a panic response.

    This is not a spiritual bypass. I am not telling you to breathe and think positive thoughts while the airports go unguarded. I am telling you that the regulation of your nervous system is a political act. A body that can feel its feet on the ground, that can eat food it grew, that can sit for twenty minutes in the presence of a plant it knows by name, that body can think. That body can act from its actual values rather than from fear. That body is harder to manage.

    The enemy of the surveillance state is not a secret. It is presence. It is the capacity to remain in your own body while the noise machine runs at full volume. Every day I practice that, every morning I walk the land, every time I wildcraft a plant and feel its particular texture between my fingers, every meal I eat from my own soil, I are doing something that has no equivalent in their architecture. I am practicing a kind of intelligence they cannot replicate and cannot take.

    I want to be clear-eyed with you about what is coming, because I think you deserve that more than you deserve false comfort. The conditions being assembled right now, the hollowed-out security apparatus, the active state of war with an adversary that has been preparing for two decades, the population kept in chronic fear and economic instability, these conditions are dangerous. Something could happen. And if something happens, the response will be used to justify everything that comes next.

    I am not telling you this so you can be more afraid. I am telling you this so you can stop being surprised. Surprise is the most disorienting part of any crisis, the gap between what you thought reality was and what it turns out to be. Close that gap now. The people in power are doing what people in power do when they have convinced themselves that the population is a problem. This has happened before. It is happening now. You are not crazy for seeing it.

    And the empire always ends.

    Not because good defeats evil in some final cinematic reckoning. It ends because the extractive logic eats itself. Because you cannot run a civilization on the premise that human bodies are liabilities. Because the knowledge that lives in land-connected, community-rooted, seasonally-attuned human animals is the knowledge that actually sustains life, and when you drive that knowledge underground, you eventually lose the capacity to maintain what you built. Rome fell. The British Empire fell. Every extraction economy in human history has eventually consumed the substrate it depended on and then collapsed.

    What comes after is always the question. And the answer to that question is being built right now, in places like mine. On  the 22 acres. In the wildcrafted medicine. In the communities practicing the skills of actual interdependence rather than the simulation of it that consumer culture offers.

    The Sacred Embodied Human Animal is not a concept. It is what has always survived. It is the seed bank. It is the oral tradition. It is the grandmother who knew which roots to eat when the stores ran out. It is in me, right now, choosing to stay in my body while everything screams at me to dissociate.

    The empire cannot have this. They have tried. They will try harder. And they will fail, the way they always fail, because the intelligence that lives in a body that knows its land is older than every empire that has ever tried to erase it.

    Stay rooted. Stay embodied. Stay in the conversation that matters.

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  • Celestial Sanctuary 13

    Celestial Sanctuary 13 · Zosma
    Celestial Sanctuary 13

    Zosma

    February 22 – March 6, 2026 154.287° – 167.143° The Star

    Zosma sits at 154.287° and is the first star you encounter as Earth enters this slice of sky. The name derives from the Greek for hip or girdle, describing its physical position in the stellar body long associated with the lion constellation. But stripped of that mythological frame, what Zosma actually is: a white A-type main sequence star, about 2.2 times the mass of our Sun, burning roughly 15 times brighter, sitting 58 light years away. It is young by stellar standards, perhaps 750 million years old, still in the bright prime of hydrogen fusion.

    Zosma is also notable for what it is becoming. It sits in the mass range where stars end not as quiet white dwarfs but as supernovae, incurring a violent, explosive death that seeds the surrounding space with heavy elements. Zosma has not reached that threshold yet, but it is heading there. It carries within it the physics of eventual catastrophic release.

    There is something in that, a star in its productive, generative phase, still burning bright, already carrying the seeds of what it will eventually become. Holding, in its very physics, the trajectory of its own transformation.

    2026
    Lived in This Slice

    This is the sky Earth sits in from late February into early March. What Earth moves through here is a region of clarity.

    I submitted my doctorate dissertation in this sanctuary. Years of accumulation, research, embodied knowing distilled into the form required by the institution and most people. There is something worth naming about the timing of entering a slice of sky governed by a star in its productive prime, doing the work of sustained fusion, and submitting the document that represents the most sustained intellectual work of my formal academic life. I will have to wait another 6–8 weeks for it to be reviewed and accepted, but that feels like a short amount of time, with the years of knowledge and experiences that went into creating the thesis.

    In this same sanctuary I wrote the article examining women, narcissism, and Trump and the article tracing the Bible as the structural root of the Epstein network, rather than the supernatural devil figure that does not even appear in the text people claim to derive him from.

    What surfaced in this writing was the clarity of seeing how religious indoctrination functions as a control system. The devil is not in the Bible the way people have been told. The original Hebrew texts contain a ha-satan, the adversary, the accuser, a role, not a being. The supernatural evil figure who runs a counter-kingdom, who inhabits people, who is responsible for the suffering the powerful cause, that figure was constructed. Built deliberately. Because if the devil did it, the institution did not. If evil is supernatural, power is not accountable.

    This is what Epstein’s network reveals at its structural root: not supernatural evil, but organized institutional evil protected by the same patriarchal theology that teaches women to submit, teaches children to obey, teaches the abused to question their own perception. The Epstein files were released in Sanctuary 11. The clarity about what built the conditions for Epstein arrived here, in Sanctuary 13, in the white-blue light of a star burning steady and clear.

    There is something about A-type stellar energy, it is clear, unfiltered, no obscuring gas or dust nearby, just the direct light. That feels resonant with this kind of seeing. Just here is what is actually there. Look at it directly.

    The Farm Auction

    On February 28, deep in this sanctuary, Travis and I went to a farm auction. We went back every day for a week. We needed materials: for the greenhouse, for the two-story cob house we are building that will hold not just our family but community, friends, the gathering of people who are choosing to live differently.

    The auction itself was discouraging. We kept getting outbid on the things we came for. We found out later we had been outbid by someone scrapping the metal, not using it, not building with it, pulling it apart for cash weight. The thing we needed, going to be destroyed.

    And then, the owners found us the next day while we were loading what we had won. They had heard we were building off-grid, actually using the materials, not scrapping them. They told us to take anything left behind. Whatever remained unclaimed was now ours.

    Then the scrapper himself found out all we had wanted from his haul was the windows from the screen doors he was tearing apart. He gave us over a hundred windows. We gave him $10 for some wooden ones he didn’t want. Over a hundred windows, for $10, because we told him what we were building.

    We bid and won: OSB plywood. Thin wood for finish work. Four cast iron bathtubs, for the hot spring dreams at the bottom of the property, the ones we have been imagining. Shelves. Hinges. Brackets. Beautiful glassware for the new house. Travis got a bus load, filled the skoolie literally to capacity, of vintage Christmas items to sell. We came home with more than we came for, through channels we could not have planned.

    This is what I mean about the physics of this slice. Zosma is a star heading toward supernova, the destruction is already built into the productive phase. The scrapper was tearing apart what we needed. What looked like the path being closed turned out to be the material being freed up for us. The same energy, but something that appears to be ending or destroying redirects into something being given, found, and received.

    We were outside every single day. The land was awakening. Greenery coming up everywhere, finally. The long grey of deep winter cracking open into the first green. My body knew it before I named it, that particular aliveness that comes from watching the land remember what it is.

    Finishing, Before the New

    This sanctuary was also the tying up of loose ends, the last threads before spring’s new beginning arrives. The dissertation submitted. The articles written. The auction completed. The materials home. A sense of accounts settled, of things that had been hanging now resolved.

    This is the energy of finishing what you started so you can be ready for what comes next. Not winding down. Completing. There is a difference. Completion is its own kind of fullness.