the AI grocery store and I

Can I recover my attention, use it for myself, when out there somewhere's an Amazon grocery store gone all Rev Thirteen?

Word on the street is that the Amazon beast-mark grocery stores Ma predicted back in ‘69 are finally here. It took a little longer than she predicted, but they made it.

Her version of Revelation Thirteen was food based. It ain’t over till it’s over in the grocery stores. You can do without a lot of things, but food, well, not so much.

Fortress Amazon. Grocery stores you can’t even get into, let alone break out of, unless you’ve already gone all Rev13. It’s almost elegant. Certainly it’s conceptually simple, since the slogan summarizing what’s new at the grocery story could be said in four words:

Yes, but not you.

Black market cash transactions in nearby alleys. For a while.

Ma’s version of Rev13 didn’t just emphasize the attack on food supplies, but more subtly something like the opposite. Ma wasn’t a great eschatologist for nothing, and she was definitely a great eschatologist. Most def. Ma’s theory was there would be no attack. Instead: it would come from within. If she said that a thousand times she said it ten-thousand. People would go along. The idea would seem to be their own.

From within. Ma’s words. Tennessee Ma died in 2020 a century old, still prophesying and on top of her game.

So if my experiment in this forum for a year or seven is not just positive thinking but positive feeling, where do I position an Amazon grocery store?

This morning? I don’t. It gave every appearance of having positioned itself. Fortress Amazon arrived not just in the world, but in me. I let it in, and it built up momentum. Technically I’m cursing my own readers by adding any momentum to the fortress. Well, it’s not the best strategy, perhaps. But then again maybe it is. It’s an experiment I’ve got going here. How does Fortress Amazon make you feel?

Every desire is two things, the desire for the thing you want and the desire to avoid its opposite. So it would make sense that the feeling I want’s not going to be in not wanting Fortress Amazon (not not)(not not, who’s there, no one, etc.), but in the good vibrations of fresh local food and the smiling faces of neighbors and me growing and gleaning all manner of wonderful fresh food.

Food, glorious food. There’s the feeling. To get there, I had to feel some growing things, the probing roots and underground connections and the vibrations and miracles of what’s beneath. It’s February in South Canada, an imagined place, and since imagination’s free, imagine what’s beneath our feet. It’s coming.

—Dr. David Thor, Niagara montrecoastal