Doomsday Survival Kit#2-Smack Dab In The Middle Of Cannibalism?!!!

Nostradamus. John on the island of Patmos scribing the Bible book of Revelation. Daniel interpreting King Nebucannezer' dream and the handwriting on the wall. Jeremiah wagging his finger at the sins of his people warning them of bad times. Edgar Cayce contacting dead spirits. Jeanne Dixon looking into a crystal ball. Every oracle who ever put their footprints in the sands of earth would have been agog at the Doomsday my dreams conjured up.

A dream is merely a street which separates fact from fiction; this is how mortals become oracles for a night and reach the other side of the universe. And when I heard that someone recently cannibalized their friend, I became queasy and my blood ran cold. I went into dreamland and entered doomsday that dreaded era which the world was trying to avoid.

I am in my apartment with my three dogs who watch over me as if they were some ancient armour. The food trucks clank in once a month and everyone is given 10 cans of tainted Peanut Butter; the whole world seems to be starving.

There are rumors of all sorts floating around like birds and once I try to grasp them they just fly away only to be replaced by a new set of rumors. One rumor is that half the City Council ate the other half. Another more horrifying is that a noted surgeon anesthetized his hand and ate it, rather than eat his comatose patient on the gurney. Holy calamity-what becomes of humanity when the cannibals are not only eating other people but their own person?

Despite all these rumors which seem to be circling the globe, and the listlessness and gauntness of the people walking the streets, I have remained true blue and somewhat untouched for I prepared for this dire journey. I haven't seen any cannibals , but then again I'm not looking for any.

There are rumors of all sorts floating around like birds and once I try to grasp one, they just fly away only to be replaced by another round of rumors. One rumor flying about is that half of the City Council has been eaten by the other. Another more horrifying one is that a noted surgeon was so famish that during an operation he anesthetized and ate rather than eat the comatose patient. Holy calamity-What becomes of humanity when cannibals are not only eating other people but themselves?

But despite all these rumors zig-zagging about and the gauntenss and listlessness of the people walking the streets, I have remained true blue for I have prepared for this dire journey. My house is stocked with a year or two supply of beans, rice and dog food. Yet what will happen when it runs out? Will I become a cannibal? Will I eat my dogs? No for there are other things to eat. When the food runs out there food is right in front of you or near your.

If you live by a body of water their is fish and other aquatic life you can eat. The best thing to do is to find out what kind of fish is in your area. A local Marine Biologist and/or Naturalist will be able to clue you in to what's available.

Find out what kind of road kill is in your area like raccoon, rats, squirrels is edible. Don't be sqeamish plenty of people have eaten rats during a famine-it's more ethical than eating human meat. Take care to find out what disease are transferrable to humans from any road kill and how to prevent them.

Another subsititute for food is Loam or Soil, some cultures . In ancient Rome they used it to bind chemical elements in medicine together. Talk to a Naturalist about this to find out what is edible in your area. In my area is a Naturalist who feeds off of Central Park, his name is Wild Man Steve Brill and he knows what's crawling and walking in the park is edible. Find your own Wild Man Steve Brill in your area.

You'd be surprised at what you can find on a Gotham Street. My grandmother who was born and raised in the country until she came to NYC at forty, knew every herb or fruit in the grassy lots of the Bronx not only by name but personally. She'd scoop up her treasures from these city lots, take them home and make a nice dish. I thought all that was poppycock when I was a child, but now I wish I had of learned everything she knew about this secrete garden.

But someone else came along to take her place Wild Man Steve Brill of Central Park. You could say he's the Indiana Jones of the park greenery, for he knows where every herb and fruit is in Central Park. He takes people on tours helps them pick and choose the edible treats to eat. Good person to have around during Doomsday.

For all of us who live in cities and are concrete Kings and Queens whose only interaction with a cow has been on television, and dreaming about it, it is incumbent that we move closer to the soil like our ancestors did. Perhaps take a nature walk and place a man like Wild Man Steve Brill in your life if you can.

I cannot emphasize enough the importance of vitamins in good times and bad. These supplements in times of famine may prevent a person from wasting away, a condition when the body becomes malnourished and frail from lack of nutrients via vitamins and minerals. Remember food may taste good to us but it is basically a means to sustain life.

As civilization flits away into chaos and the basic neccessities of life dwindle or disappear, you have to have knowledge and think out of the box. How about a roach stew? Stuffed Rat or Mice? Chocolate ants? Friend worms or bedbugs? You say yuk. But it beats munching on Tom, Dick or Harry, Tabby or Fido.

I finally awake from this dream and the first thing I see is my white ceiling-that is when I know it is not Doomsday. I wonder if this dream is a passing spook or a harbinger of things to come? Whatever it is we should all be prepared, or if you don't have any food try a little dirt.