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Filmed on-loction in Anchorage, Alaska August 2011
Franke Schein; a Alaska based survivalist talks about preparing for 2012 Prophecies, and other disasters.
A hard-Hitting expose’ …
At the age of eight years old I had made-up my mind that I wanted to be a Mountain Man.
By the time I was Ten, I had read nearly everything published about survival. At the tender age of 11; I ran away from home to chase those dreams…
Over the course of the next year, (I didn’t know it at the time) but I executed a Tactical Bug Out from the deadly swamps of Florida, along a route that took me through backwoods of Georgia and Tennessee. I eventually settled myself down in the Daniel Boone National Forest—Koomer Ridge Kentucky. I was twelve years old at the time.
Along the way I managed to elude a boatload of police, truant officers, and nefarious people that were out to either capture me, or hurt me. The world was a different place back then, but it was nonetheless as dangerous place for a skinny eleven year old kid. Sexual predators, druggies, modern-day slave traders, and a host of others roamed the streets and countryside looking to take advantage of children. Gangs of every description plied their violence wherever they could; and farmers were likely to “shoot first” when confronted with a “chicken Stealing” runaway kid.
I learned hard, and I learned real quick the ways and manners of becoming a young survivalist. I grew up in the woods, and later migrated to the streets of America’s biggest cities. Cities that offered food, shelter, and a new lifestyle. A life of running with the violent street gangs—most of whom were runaway’s themselves. They were the outcast that society didn’t talk about, and the media only mentioned when one of their dead body was found in some ditch or garbage dumpster.
Many of these runaway kids ended-up in “Snuff Films” that were widely circulated at the time. Some stranger would offer food, money, shelter, and friendship. Only to later drug the kid, and film them being sexually abused—and then murder them by slitting their throat on camera. Many young boys and girls lost their lives to these “snuffers” as they were called in those days.
But I never forgot my “survivalist country-boy” roots; as often I would grab my backpack and start walking out of the city to reacquaint myself with the forest dwellers. For months I would play in the woods; hunting, trapping, fishing, stealing grub where I could, and doing my very best to keep the law from capturing me.
Twice I was cornered and caught by Park Rangers and Police that were just a little smarter than I was. Twice they locked me up in a Juvenile Detention Center. A prison for little kids; a finishing school for young career criminals. Bellevue Kentucky along the Ohio river was a very bad place at the time. Louisville’s Juvenile Detention Center was the pits. Once the guards closed those steel doors at night; it was every kid for himself. You learned how to fight, how to quickly incapacitate, and how to be a Man at 14 years old. It was one of those “Do or Die!” experiences that came with the territory, and came with the time.
Each time that they locked me up—I would plan, and later execute my escape. Sometimes it took weeks or months, other times just a matter of days. Give me one single chance to “rabbit”—and then color me GONE. Twice I made my escape back into the forests of Kentucky and Tennessee. They never caught me again. I’d had enough of that crap to suit me the rest of my life.
Life in the woods was severe. The nights were cold, the hunger pangs omnipresent, the thought of being captured never out of my mind. When it rained I got wet. When it snowed I was cold. Bathing was done in the creek or ponds. Drinking water was boiled in an old tomato can. Wild edible plants were plentiful, but toilet paper was the Grand Prize. A steady diet of fish and greens will quickly convince you of this…
I stole what I could, when I could, and where I could. Nothing was safe around me. My first .22 rifle was acquired from a broke-down pickup truck on a rainy backwoods Kentucky dirt road. I learned how to shoot for meat, how to dry it out, and it helped to ease the constant hunger.
Fishing for catfish became a “hunger easing” passion. Bank lines, spear fishing, netting, and bow fishing were added to the survival skill-set. Snares and traps that I learned from reading the US Army Survival Manual kept me busy running the trap line. Some days would be good, others days were real bad. You took the bad with the good. There was no place to fall back to, and no choice but to put the left foot in front of the right.
Wild onions, potatoes, carrots, and a host of other veggies and fruits added to the (sometimes) daily meal. Supplemented with rabbit, squirrel, coon and possum; the meat helped to add protein to vitamin-deficient diet. The hides were used for many things—but mostly I traded them for cigarettes and .22 ammunition.
Other people lived out there in the forest. Most were criminals hiding out from the law, others were operating moonshine stills, or growing marijuana crops. All were dangerous people when surprised or confronted, but I learned how to barter with them; once that they understood that I was a run-away kid.
The “Bush Hippies” and “Back To Nature” crowd flooded the woods in the late 1970’s. They built earth-shelters houses, cute little cabins, and got themselves back to nature. But on the side they dealt in drugs, illegal guns, and often times formed their own little gangs. Gangs reminiscent of the Charles Manson’s “Helter Skelter” crowd. Being around these devil worshipping freaks brought another level of a dangerous element to the survival mix. A few people ended-up as human sacrifices to this crowd.
My home was a small earthen cave—a former bear den. I could barley stand up in it, but it was small, and easy to heat in the winter months. I learned how to keep the fires small, how to NOT draw attention to myself, and that no matter how nice that fire feels—I was still cold to the bones.
These days I look back onto those primitive days of my youth with resignation that I could have perished. But I am thankful that GOD allowed me to survive through those times, and grow into the Man that I have become today. I have been blessed in many ways; and I am humbled by the experiences.
I’ve watched some of the YouTube survival videos being posted out there. I have learned a few things here and there. It surprises me that there are so many people out there waning to live the life that I lived at a young age. Yet; I think that they don’t realize what they are wishing for. What Mother Nature has in store for them.
It’s pretty easy to fantasize about living off the land—but the stark reality isn’t as simple as what one would expect. The elements necessary to live off the land require more than gear and equipment. It requires skills and patience. It also requires a reality based survival plan—not the bullshit that I’ve seen on the internet.
Forget all that “Dual Survival” crap and come back to reality. Bear Gillis and Survivor Man have nothing in common with real survival. Their shows are teaching people to take unnecessary risks, and that it’s possible to live off the land anywhere. That’s why very few of their shows are done during the winter months. The few that I have watched, always end up with them “finding” what they need at “exactly” the right time. In real life it doesn’t work that way.
Here in Alaska—seven experienced mountain climbers have perished on Mount McKinley. These are the people that climb mountains for a living, and as a serious hobby. In some parts of Alaska, people walk out into the woods, and are never heard from again–EVER!
Executing a Bug Out should be the last thing on a survivalist’s mind. Bugging Out should be a last option when everything else fails. But then the real world of survivalism actually begins. Here’s what I think about bugging out:
- You will not be alone out there.
- Shooting a gun will get people’s attention that will do you harm.
- Camp fires will give away your position.
- Flashlights a night are signals to “Come Steal My Shtuff” cuz’ I’m stupid.
- Food should replace battery operated gear.
- Night Vision devices are a waste of time in the field.
- Over-reliance on technology will get you in trouble, or dead.
- You cannot live out of your Bug Out Bag forever.
- If you have no Safe Area to bug-out towards—you are already a victim.
- Wild edible plants are hard to find under three feet of snow.
- You gotta’ sleep sometime, that’s when people like me “ghost” into your camp and take you stuff and life!
For those survival crisis that has you feeling government or UN troops—I got some real bad news for you: If you head into the woods you have already lost!
Make no mistake about it; the technology is on their side. They have all the cool toys and sophisticated weapons. Forward Looking Infrared Radar, Thermal Imaging, Satellite Movement Detection, Satellite Movement Tracking, Ambient Temperature Tracking, Chlorophyll Based Tracking Sensors, Sound Sensors, Movement Sensors, Heat & Light Sensors—most of these platforms are both airborne and space based devices. You will never even know that you are being watched and tracked. It would be better if you stayed in the cities and melted into the framework of what’s going on. When the Soviets invaded Poland in 1968, that’s what the Polish resistance did. They stayed hidden in plain sight, and caused the Russian Bear much grief.
If you think that you have what it takes to survive out there by yourself when being hunted by seasoned and experienced troops. Think Again! You have absolutely no chance against the military special forces, I don’t care what country their from. Rambo was a fictional Hollywood character—and you ain’t him!
Your days will be filled with fright and fear. If you don’t believe that—then you have never been exposed to bullets screaming by your right ear. Your night will be cold because if you build a campfire to stay warm—you will probably never awaken.
And finally; for those off you that are heading out into the bush at the first signs of SHTF—what is your wife gonna’ say about that? Do you think that she’s gonna’ want to drag herself and the kids out into the cold dark countryside where Bad People with guns are waiting? Better think about that little scenario, before you head off into your Bug Out Experience.
Like anything else that I have written; these are my own ideas, and the way that I work things out. They work for me, they might work for you—or not. It was written from the heart, and not to proclaim that anyone is doing things wrong, or that I’m right. It is what it is, and if you take exception to it—Tough Shit–Deal With It!
Major national television production is looking for Survivalists, Preppers, and individuals actively preparing for the 2012 End Of The World phenomenon. If chosen, you will be featured on a national syndicated television show that reaches millions of viewers.
If you are a survivalist; then this is your chance to help spread the message that emergency preparations
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Respond by sending email HERE:( URL: http://frankeschein.blogspot.com/2011/11/casting-call-survivalists-wanted.html )
Please include a brief bio, picture, and explain what you think may happen during the 2012 events, and what you are doing to get ready. This show will feature “A Day In The Life” kind of episode. It’s not about sensationalism–but rather about showing the true survivalists out there that are serious about survival planning.
As we grow older in our lives and loose contact with our childhood friends and others; sometimes one of life’s greatest joys is to reconnect with those from our past. Sadly though, there are very few resources out there that will help us with this task.
Websites want your money, and sell you useless information. You can’t trust most of the “People Locators” that promise you everything under the stars for a measly $24.99 fee.
So I decided to try a new approach. The people below are the ones that I am trying to find. If you know them, know somebody that knows them, or happen across them; then by all means drop me a quick note. It would surely help to ease the burdens of my own search.
Marsha Uliano, (Plant City, Florida)
Marcia Uliano, (Plant City, Florida)
Jimmy Burgess, (Battle Creek, Michigan)
Jimmy Salter, (Battle Creek, Michigan)
April McClellan, (Franklin, North Carolina)
Robin Bennett, (Columbus, Ohio)
George Harrison, (Iowa)
Scott Milner, (Massachusetts)
George Harper III, (Chicago, Illinois)
Jannell Bradley, (London, Ohio)
Thou art to me as the Makers sunshine is to a petal upon a rose; thy rays of light filling me from without, and nourishing my soul from within…
Though beguiled it seems I am; though misery finds comfort in mine predicaments; I see thy face dazzling upon the moonlit waters of eternity, filling my soul with sustenance for thee, a slave unto thy smile; a creature nocturnal slithering in the abyss of forlorn hopelessness; entranced upon the very expectation of unrealized love within thy subtle grace…
A rapt fool walking upon the path of insanity, as yet I flee away into the consciousness of mine own stalwart life…
The darkness that once was mine, now overflowing with light of hopefulness, an impenetrable allure holding open the floodgates of desire; urging forward the hunger for that which thou withholds from me; a moment forever engraved upon all that I am; and all that is mine to give within my Heart and Mastered Soul…
I dream the dreams of passionate adore; thine love, caressing my foolish heart; thine loving gaze touching all that I am; empowering the spirit within, moving mountains from without. It is these things; whispered in the corners of my mind; echoes within the corners of my heart; and felt with every fiber of my very being; all that I am; as I breath the air of life and live in my skin; content and assured that thou doest filleth me with the sweet nectar of forbidden passion; hunger and longing for thee tugging at the corners of my consciousness; pulling me deeper within its confines; trembling at the thought…
Though miles may keep seperate our gaze; though distance rob me of thine touch; I long for that moment when at last consumation of words finds release in our minds; to descend within that moment; forever satiated, forever content; a bond forever unbroken; a touch forever remembered…
A Moment Forever Engraved Upon Eternity
Transversely upon this globe that we have named “home”- many people look upwards into the dark skies pondering upon the universal question; “What is my destiny in this life, why am I here in this place-now?”
One could spend several lifetimes enclosed within a meditative state seeking answers to these complex equations that have eluded us for so long. Answers, if offered, that will somehow provide us with the rationale for our existence, and perhaps even show us the path that our footsteps must follow.
One cannot hope to find those answers from outside of ourselves, for the harder one seeks those answers, it inexorably opens the doorways of our minds-filling it with even more questions. An overwhelming cycle that repeats itself throughout our solemn existence. Along the broad spectrum of life itself, we are already cognizant of the answers that we so desperately wish to hear. But our own philanthropies have clouded the answer to our life’s questions, because we were unwilling to recognize self-evident truths, even when they were clearly placed in front of us.
This denial of reality has created within ourselves a subdivision of our own consciousness-a division perpetually and inexorably conflicting upon simple truths, that no matter who we are, or what our life philosophies necessitate; we are human beings that have been put upon this earth to perpetuate our own existence, and to propagate, through our children and their children, the lesson that we have learned along our own journey.
That is the cornerstone of life’s foundation, and one that cannot easily be bargained or theorized away. All of us, across the world-share the same hopes, dreams, and aspirations. We ask only the simple things from life; a chicken in the pot to appease our hunger, a roof over our heads to shelter us from the elements, and education for our children-more so than what we have accomplished.. This alone is the nexus of our daily struggles. A struggle that has ensued throughout time itself, and will eternally remain an integral part of each and everyone that follows us, when we are long gone.
We are not much different. Our lives move parallel along the journey of birth and death. It is only when we further cloud our existence with degenerate issues, that inherently our lives become ever more complex. Life is like an artist’s empty canvas, filling it with abstraction of pain and hurt-results in our lives taking on the pensiveness that darken the canvas upon which we paint. Since life is beautiful when filled without its harsh problematical issues-it becomes paramount that we fill our canvas with pleasing renditions that stimulate the soft caress of life upon our soul.
It is only when we come to terms with the simple reality that each of us are interrelated to each other by only six degrees of separation, that we can come to awareness of this astounding truth itself. Then, and only then can the unbiased mind begin to comprehend that battling each other becomes inconsequentiality unnecessary in the promulgation of life upon this earth.
Our ideologies and opinionated views-are simply a struggle within our own minds in identifying who we are. Compelling by force of will, others to identify with us, is yet another step that we undertake to mastermind our individual personal identification of self. It provides us with a reason to stand high upon the mountains of life, shouting angrily into the thunder filled skies-that we exist and are unique upon the globe. The reality is that each person upon this earth has their own special journey-our machinations represent nothing more that our own inner perplexities that have been painted with a colored dissatisfaction of others moving across the peripheral fringes of our life.
We cannot force dominance upon one another. Dominance requires submission, and to submit to be dominated is inherently against the elemental basis of life itself. It results in the proliferation of fear. Fear of reprisal, fear of reduced stature among our contemporaries and peers, and ultimately fears that our submission of dominance is resultant of our own weakness against perceived injustices.
Our leaders, those that are tasked with administrating our individual countries; are the ones most responsible for the dissonance and discontented plaguing humanity itself. Theirs is a world, built upon the foundations of governance that seeks to vanquish the very continuation of life amid the principles that they hold highest and closest to their chest-greed, personal power, and the omnipresent self-serving aspirations that have insulated them for the beauty of the world, and further isolated them from the self-evident truths of synchronization of thought and mind-from the rest of the world.
Domination of the their own countrymen’s minds, is paramount to their existence and continued survival. For without deviant supremacy, their world of convenient self-righteousness would quickly crumble under the weight of humanities denial of the fear that these pious loathing autocracies represent. Their own fears of inadequacy, oblige these despots to consign upon the globe the broadcast of their twisted ideologies.
The dogma contradicting the fundamental understanding that we are all brothers upon this globe, having arisen from the greatness of our creator, to arrive simultaneously herein, and to struggle with our inclinations uniquely identifying each of us as a member of mankind. Our reticent denial of these facts have poisoned many people with cynicism, and separated the populace of the world, pitting each against the other. We are, simply put, garish painted marionettes under the influence and manipulations of militaristic and political deceit.
As long as humanity consents to ascendancy of a dictatorial force of will, our lives will evermore be subjugated under their ethics and insatiable credo; consequentially giving rise to authoritarian influences altering the very shape of our inner consciousness itself.
Until we, as one people upon this planet agree to the principles of equality, tolerance, and peaceful resolution of our differences-our children and their children, will inherit the intricate division of our struggles to identify with each other, and to find peace within ourselves.
FROM THE STREETS OF AMERICA:
BY: Franke Schein
October, 23, 2011
AMERICAN TROOP WITHDRAWAL FROM IRAQ
I am glad to see that our troops are finally going home. It’s about time that America concluded the business of bringing democracy to that nation. Though I fully understand the necessities of waging this war, the costs for Americans has been extremely high.
I wonder what will happen to the country after America departs. Will it revert back to the state of affairs that it’s former rulers had shaped, or will it get even worse considering the proximity of Iraq to other countries such as Iran.
I see nothing but trouble ahead for that particular region. It won’t be long before another Jihadist sect seizes power and becomes yet another enemy of the Western Nations. I suppose that our future will have us once again with American boots on those deserts.
I read with horror the words spoken by Karzai would back-up Pakistan in the event the US would take military actions against the leadership of Pakistan’s rogue military junta. Considering that it was the US State Department who brought this idiot into power; I find it detestable that he’s quickly forgotten which side his bread is buttered on.
After eight months of war, and billions of dollars spent by the US and other NATO nations, the despotic ruler Moammar Gadhafi finally faced the same fate as so many other tyrannical dictators have faced throughout history. A bullet to the braincase…
Mustafa Abdul-Jalil, the interim commander of the NTC has declared that Libya would be ruled under the iron fist of Sharia Law. Well Hell’s-Bell’s–who didn’t see that one coming. Unless of course you are a politician trying to play both sides from the middle.
Gadhafi had it coming when he actively participated in the 1972 Munich Massacre, as well as all of the support that he sponsored throughout the years towards terrorist groups. But the question to ask today; “Is the world better off with yet another Islamic country, whose political/religious doctrine advocates the harsh rule of pre-2011 Afghanistan?” Let’s not forget that Afghanistan Sharia Law was the most detestable and barbaric form of governance on the face of the earth. Seconded only by North Korea’s totalitarian iron-fist rule.
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad: every time I turn on the news, or cruise the internet, there is the “blooming idiot” of Iran threatening America and Israel again. His crap is really getting old. My thoughts are that somebody needs to stuff a huge spoon of “American Made Peanut Butter” into his foul lying mouth–perhaps by the way of a Tomahawk cruise missile. I certainly don’t want to see America engaged in yet another mid-east war, but at some point this fool has got to be put down like a rabid dog.
Iran has been at the forefront of terrorist acts, they’ve sent special forces teams into Iraq to kill American troops, and they are actively seeking the destruction of Israel and the west through nuclear weapons. Geez–lets hire some locals and “OFF DA BASTARD” before he makes good on his evil plans.
OCCUPY WALL STREET:
What a freaking waste of energy!
They say that if you really want to know something about a company, or movement–just follow the money… Yep, The Money is Dirty!
When I hear words like: Collective, Division Of Wealth, Class Structure; and other like phrases–one single word comes to mind: Communist.
I fail to understand how destroying America’s financial system would make anything better for me, or anyone else that I know. Though I agree with some of the ideas that are being presented, using economic terrorism isn’t the way to accomplish that goal.
So I ask myself these very simple questions:
#1: If Wall Street went south–where would that leave America?
#2 How do I benefit from all of this?
#3 Who really benefits from all of this?
answer those three questions for yourself, and I think that perhaps you will understand how stupid these protests really are.
The problem can be further exacerbated by one single act of violence. Image what would happen if some nutcase decides to thrown one Molotov Cocktail at the police forces? Things will quickly get out of hand, and get real ugly in a hurry. Will American Law Enforcement fire real bullets at their countrymen? Now that is the REAL QUESTION of the day…