As a rule you’ll never see them nor meet them. They aren’t among the homeless on the streets because they don’t interact with society or need to depend on it.
They live in the deep forests, jungles, mountains, remote deserts and other wilderness areas where people never go because those places are deemed inhospitable, and they are except for the fringe dwellers who’ve managed to survive where most others couldn’t. Paved roads, public utilities and services don’t exist nor are they needed or wanted. They have traded conventional living’s conveniences for time amongst nature, they are only governed by weather. No time restrictions, stress or difficult social interactions, they have merged with nature where they have become part of a mystical experience in being. Unlike Thoreau’s Walden pond they don’t do it for a year and then write a book. They quietly stay for 40 or 60 years or more because that’s what it takes to experience the magic that comes with surrendering to the mystical winds.
There are many reasons that contribute to such a lifestyle from wretched abuse, physical and mental inability to a simple desire to experience life alone absent of the restrictions that accompany the presence of others or societies dictates. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a conventional life and there’s nothing wrong with being a fringe dweller the only thing that’s never made sense is the people living conventional lives and complaining rather than taking that first step into the unknown of change.
Some of the animals above could kill you but always remember, they can sense your intentions. If you welcome them they’ll welcome you.
Everyone on this planet should have a deep sense of gratitude to Greta Thunberg. What a remarkable young lady who mobilized the world for climate change with a humble determination and truly brilliant strategy.
Everyone who has destroyed this planet for their own self gain should be very afraid, this is your worst nightmare the masses are in motion, led by an individual equally to Gandhi.
Sometimes to see where you are you have to look back at where you’ve been. Don’t linger there, just take a quick glimpse, fill in any unaddressed hollows that could haunt you into the forevers.
Introspection while steeped in solitude is the best way I’ve found for unraveling the knots of self misconception.
In 1997 when I moved from the west coast of California to the high desert mountains of Arizona I traded seagulls and the ocean for ravens and the high desert sky.
I traded people and the city for the life of a recluse and the wilderness.
I spent 9 years in solitude.
It took 3 years of just sitting or aimlessly wandering the hills like an unteathered camel to wash away forty eight years of accumulations motivated by fear.
Almost half a century held captive by fear.
It took another three years to trade anger for compassion, sorry for joy and the intellect for intuition.
And another three years to end reification and set myself free from me.
Nine years facing the wall of introspective solitude.
Because I believe if you don’t take the time you forfeit the rhythm of simply being.
People have asked me how can you spend nine years in complete solitude.
The further out you go, the longer you stay and the longer you stay the less likely you are to find a reason to return.