As you can see from my profile i have not posted on here in several months but i have steadily followed the advice and wisdom written on this site.
I am alone at the moment, i live by myself and work by myself as a tube driver. My life is quiet. There is no mobile constantly sending me texts, there is no steady flow of people at my door. I look to the North and the East and the West and the South and see unhappyness in people. A society without a purpose and a life without meaning.
It's time like these when a man bears his soul and looks to the heavens, to his god /s for guidance. Also a man can begin a journey inside himself. I don't see a future for man on it's current bearing so one tends to regress, retrace his steps through time to find a point a place with meaning a place where he is happy and whole. Is there honestly a one among you who can see the race of man existing in the next millenium?
By way of explanation: Do not be alarmed at my sober remarks, this is just the parchment of my mind. Do not let your comfortable surroundings introduce vocabulary into your head, words that seduce and condem. Think with your heart.
Man has lost the will to survive.
Through the ages we have grown fat off the land. Once warrior stomaches that were fed with hunted meat are now forced to churn chemical sludge.
Muscles that were strong and taught are now wasted and can barely carry our bodies through the day.
Once heightened senses that were in tune with the earth and each other are now dull and more die with each new generation.
Where once the spirit soared with eagles and roamed with wolves it is now clinging on to reality and hope is all it has left.
The earth used to be whole, saturated with goodness, a reason for everything and everything for a reason. A place where man could live in harmony with each other and the earth untill the sun consumed it. But like i said, man has grown weak. Machines labour for us, we are told how to think, what to wear, how to act, how to be!. I will not remark on politics but i look at recent events, signs from nature if you will and can't help but wander how man could not survive this in his native land ( if things were different ).
The governments squeeze and bleed every last drop of goodness from the earth and the people gorge, scoffing themselves into a stupor and polluting everthing in their wake. Bit by bit each new civilization has become more greedy. Bit by bit the earth's resources have been pillaged in the name of technology and science and evolution. And bit by bit man and mother nature becomes weaker.
And as the world fights over the last drops of the earths blood the biggest wars are still to be fought.
I do not pretend we can stop this path, only nature can do that with one last blow. We as men were blinded a long time ago and now our will is too weak to open our eyes too weak to stop the machine called society.
So, i build my arc. An arc inside my mind where i can gather the things that matter two by two and take it to the highest point to wait for the flood.
This is what Bushcraft means to me for i believe the earth will save enough of her goodness for those with the will to survive. And i shall not morn technology, i will not weep for electricity and i will be glad when the machine is brocken!.
Then we can embrace life!
Corr..... Glad i got that out!, Sorry to be so morbid
, just one of those days i suppose
I am going a bit ...'native' lately though and no i don't hate everything
Why a Celt? you ask, well it's partly due to the hypocrisy in me and partly due to a childhood with the tales of Slaine a comic book hero who wandered the land fighting demons with rage fuelled by warp spasms
just put Slaine into google images and you'll see his pearly whites grinning back at you.
The warrior bit is the hypocrisy in me. The meaning if you will, fighting evil and claiming my reward from a horn of ale and a hog on a firedog.
Ok, so i don't have to be a warrior but a ranger at least! lol.
Also it's in the Celtic civilisation that i have found my preffered level of social and technological evolution. Living in a round house with a fire in the middle. Hunting for your food while your wife collects necessaties from the forest. No fear of saying what you mean and no shame in being who you are. With just the right level of social activity. After all, we all love a barbi!
Rise and sleep with the sun ( rounhouses are quite dark inside lol ) and wonder at the stars. Although technically you should be in bed .
I wonder what happened to the different spirits and monsters that surged through our lives. They must be more than bedtime stories for kids and explanations for the heavens. What about dragons?, how could they be forgotten? Do you ever get the feeling that a realy big chapter of history has been erased from the records? And as time progressed fact became stories and stories became legend and legend became myth...
I am alone at the moment, i live by myself and work by myself as a tube driver. My life is quiet. There is no mobile constantly sending me texts, there is no steady flow of people at my door. I look to the North and the East and the West and the South and see unhappyness in people. A society without a purpose and a life without meaning.
It's time like these when a man bears his soul and looks to the heavens, to his god /s for guidance. Also a man can begin a journey inside himself. I don't see a future for man on it's current bearing so one tends to regress, retrace his steps through time to find a point a place with meaning a place where he is happy and whole. Is there honestly a one among you who can see the race of man existing in the next millenium?
By way of explanation: Do not be alarmed at my sober remarks, this is just the parchment of my mind. Do not let your comfortable surroundings introduce vocabulary into your head, words that seduce and condem. Think with your heart.
Man has lost the will to survive.
Through the ages we have grown fat off the land. Once warrior stomaches that were fed with hunted meat are now forced to churn chemical sludge.
Muscles that were strong and taught are now wasted and can barely carry our bodies through the day.
Once heightened senses that were in tune with the earth and each other are now dull and more die with each new generation.
Where once the spirit soared with eagles and roamed with wolves it is now clinging on to reality and hope is all it has left.
The earth used to be whole, saturated with goodness, a reason for everything and everything for a reason. A place where man could live in harmony with each other and the earth untill the sun consumed it. But like i said, man has grown weak. Machines labour for us, we are told how to think, what to wear, how to act, how to be!. I will not remark on politics but i look at recent events, signs from nature if you will and can't help but wander how man could not survive this in his native land ( if things were different ).
The governments squeeze and bleed every last drop of goodness from the earth and the people gorge, scoffing themselves into a stupor and polluting everthing in their wake. Bit by bit each new civilization has become more greedy. Bit by bit the earth's resources have been pillaged in the name of technology and science and evolution. And bit by bit man and mother nature becomes weaker.
And as the world fights over the last drops of the earths blood the biggest wars are still to be fought.
I do not pretend we can stop this path, only nature can do that with one last blow. We as men were blinded a long time ago and now our will is too weak to open our eyes too weak to stop the machine called society.
So, i build my arc. An arc inside my mind where i can gather the things that matter two by two and take it to the highest point to wait for the flood.
This is what Bushcraft means to me for i believe the earth will save enough of her goodness for those with the will to survive. And i shall not morn technology, i will not weep for electricity and i will be glad when the machine is brocken!.
Then we can embrace life!
Corr..... Glad i got that out!, Sorry to be so morbid
, just one of those days i suppose I am going a bit ...'native' lately though and no i don't hate everything
Why a Celt? you ask, well it's partly due to the hypocrisy in me and partly due to a childhood with the tales of Slaine a comic book hero who wandered the land fighting demons with rage fuelled by warp spasms
just put Slaine into google images and you'll see his pearly whites grinning back at you.
The warrior bit is the hypocrisy in me. The meaning if you will, fighting evil and claiming my reward from a horn of ale and a hog on a firedog.
Ok, so i don't have to be a warrior but a ranger at least! lol.
Also it's in the Celtic civilisation that i have found my preffered level of social and technological evolution. Living in a round house with a fire in the middle. Hunting for your food while your wife collects necessaties from the forest. No fear of saying what you mean and no shame in being who you are. With just the right level of social activity. After all, we all love a barbi!
Rise and sleep with the sun ( rounhouses are quite dark inside lol ) and wonder at the stars. Although technically you should be in bed
.I wonder what happened to the different spirits and monsters that surged through our lives. They must be more than bedtime stories for kids and explanations for the heavens. What about dragons?, how could they be forgotten? Do you ever get the feeling that a realy big chapter of history has been erased from the records? And as time progressed fact became stories and stories became legend and legend became myth...
