The Book, The Way, The Craft

The book of Hin the book of Du; the book of Mor, M, and On; the book of Chris with the last initial T, the book of Go and D; the way of T, A, and O; the way to Nirv and Ana; which craft is arc kraft, do you know’a ark? The weigh side or the rite side? Rot whey is not white? Pray I  “x” hell before the sleeper dubs me a good knight.

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Her Own Groove

Rivers flow, winds blow, and mountains of sand move. Water banks shift, beaches shrink – the Earth has her own groove. But here we are with retaining walls, homes of stone and streets paved in concrete. Man-made canals and walls to damn because we think it’s our own land. With great convictions we invent restrictions to imprison her bountiful bodies. We happily wave her old currents goodbye as we create her new ebbs and tides, ones that used to flourish now only malnourish and we wonder why. Committed and convicted are her handlers who defeat all her damsel-like defenses. With dozers and dynamite they do their will under a falsified right; tearing, blasting, deconstructing and dividing with fences… his, hers, yours, and mine… taking, giving, raping, and selling – prostituting and looting her most valuable pieces. Like plaster on walls, we silence her pulsing beats with our seemingly prosperous feats.

It’s Going Down

The woman he speaks of is mysterious to him. He dresses her with things that he admires about her. She wears magic because she is intriguing to the point of having him under her spell. Her dragon for a button means she is not easily controlled or directed, not docile or manageable. While a lion for a lamp is not attire, it is descriptive of her bravery in paths she chooses, for like the King of the Jungle, she fears nothing. The carrot collar implies she lures him in with “something hoped for or promised”. And a salmon for a zipper, well… she obviously turns him on and at this point he may be referring to himself as he is anxious to swim – like a salmon – up her stream; because her zipper… IT’S GOING DOWN!

(Inspired by, and in reference to, written work by Richard Brautigan)

Road to Redemption

He wanted to escape things that he did not want or need. Society as he knew it was sick and consisted of false security, material excesses, judgment, and control, all distractions that kept people from the truth of existence. Money and power was an illusion. Careerism and money seemed only to embolden blindness. His over indulgence in personal desires to find truth enticed him, with swift decision, to sever all current ties just as precisely and deliberately as a newborn infant is cut from its umbilical cord.

For nearly two years Christopher Johnson McCandless, AKA Alexander Super Tramp, lived a footloose life. He had escaped to absolute freedom. He reveled in his newfound ability to get by without depending on much of anything. His days were more exciting when hew as penniless. This was not an aimless journey for Alex however, what he wanted more than anything, “… than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness…” he sought truth. To him “it is important in life, not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once; to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind death stone alone with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.” This belief may explain why he never attempted to contact his family during his journey. His strong need to do this completely on his own kept him isolated from those who would undoubtedly, and forcefully, lend a helping a hand. And that in itself was the last thing he wanted.

Away from the falseness of society Alexander Super Tramp greatly contributed to the society he so despised, probably without even realizing it. Along his road to the wild he encountered several people who truly benefited from meeting him. While he disowned his own family and his own name, he was a surrogate son and brother to others who had also been separated from their loved ones. His momentary presence in their lives brought to them joy and forgiveness. Perhaps Alexander Super Tramp was so blinded by his own quest to save himself that he was unable to see he was a savior to many along the way.