The Fruit of the Orchard

Babies are the Eternal Fruit of God's Orchard to Parents. We Need More

Demographic collapse is real, and a real threat to the future of the United States and other nations. To figure out what is going on to increase the number of babies, the 2025 Natal Conference was just held. The objectives included:

• To meet values-aligned individuals and families

• To find solutions to the derangement of modern dating

• To create good conditions for your children to have children

• To protect your community’s reproductive and endocrine health

• To find partners or investors for a natalist business or policy initiative

• To preserve and grow wealth under conditions of demographic decline

Below the great young American thinker, influencer, and Substack writer who writes under the pen name Yuri Bezmenov, from whose Substack those objectives above were repurposed here, summarizes what the 2025 Natal Conference meant.

Comrades: Babies are downstream of culture.

The Natal Conference featured 20+ speakers and 200+ guests. We represented a broad range of opinions, occupations, and nationalities. All are patriots who love our families and are united by our passion to solve the global problem of plummeting birthrates. We want as many people as possible to experience the bliss and joy of having babies. I am glad this conference exists and hope it will grow because it is one of the biggest issues we face as a species.

One of my main takeaways from the weekend is that reactive policies are not effective. Financial incentives, housing, and parental leaves might make a dent, but aren’t enough to reverse the trend lines. People have kids because they want to have kids. They do it because they love bringing new life into our world, nurturing children, growing happy families, passing on their traditions, and glorifying the divine. Babies are miracles from God. This is a spiritual and cultural issue. It’s not rocket science, but it’s an even harder problem to solve than launching rockets into space.

I agree.

This current demographic collapse in the U.S. is, indeed, a “spiritual and cultural” issue. Young adults need to grow up, love, court, marry, and have babies. I said so before on this Substack in my post Young Americans: Court, Fall in Love, Marry, and Have Beautiful Babies: Fight Demographic Collapse, Depression, Anxiety, Loneliness, and Sadness by Experiencing the Miracle of Little Babies

I expressed the same spiritual and cultural belief below in a poem first published in Poems from Farmers Valley: an Anthology Celebrating Rural Life, Dorothy M. Prell, Editor, 197I by Prell Publishing of Sparta, Wisconsin.

The Fruit of the Orchard

In winter, these trees are not dead.

Their strength lies buried,

ready to burst through when next needed,

like humans in the face of disaster

who rely on spirit to transcend

material barriers and weakness,

to make the transition

from this world,

to the spirit world,

across our artificial divide.

In spring, the earth moves below.

Nutrients flow into underground water

to be leached by root hairs

into the trunks of the apple trees

which bring them up through heartwood

to the baby-like hunger of the branches.

The sun delivers its warmth and energy

while the moon pulls the water forth.

Buds explode into flowers that bees

visit to suck sweet flowing nectar

back to their queen in the hive.

Flowers become small apples

in this season of tectonic rebirth.

In summer, the Orchard Man steps forth

more strongly. Like a general,

he summons his wife and sons

for their wise counsel,

in-gathers family and friends,

marshals tractors, machinery and tools.

Also like a general who feels

the enemy's approach long before

the dust appears on the horizon

He works to prepare for the opening skirmishes

while dreading the battles that follow.

He squints at the sky and knows it is time.

He musters his people, machines and knowledge

to fight off the most ancient enemies of man:

Drought, pestilence, disease, insects, ignorance.

The Orchard Man has seen the fury of war,

in the Pacific in World War II as a marine.

He knows this will be like all the other wars,

and, therefore, fears the expected surprise:

Too much water, too little water,

Too much sun, not enough sun,

Insects and brown rot, hailstorms and lightning,

Floods and drought -- nature's arsenal is endless.

He looks the sky again and curses the weather.

He stands alone and shakes his fist at the sky.

In fall, each row a cathedral of trees

gleams light: Light of pink flowing

through the rose windows

of the golden delicious apple trees,

bowed branch nave to the alter,

the trees yield their fruit

the way God gives us children,

by the unity of seed, spirit,

and organic material blending,

over myriad and passing seasons,

through storms that assault and cleanse;

and animals that eat buds and branches

until the fall comes and the trees

form this cathedral of blinding light

and these trees are alive,

these trees want to be handled tenderly,

these trees demands careful, loving,

selfish love before they yield their fruit.

The hands that love these trees

know how to stroke each twig and branch

tenderly so as to yield all its fruit,

until the storage bins are heavy

and full and lucious with sweet fruit,

and the full harvest brings full measure.

In Harvest, the feast is set before

the Orchard family's spare table.

The families of apples' dance

a ballet of sweet nourishment:

apple sauce sweet rich from the goldens

and johnnies and grannies fills the bowl.

Honey-colored apple juice is poured.

The new baby is fed diced Yorks.

Cinnamon and sugar explode on her tongue

And the fruits of labor, human and divine,

in that very feeding from father to daughter

and from mother to son, ensure again,

the continuance of the eternal plan.