The Buckthorn Man has been doing a lot of soul-searching lately. Could his dis-ease be caused by excessive mind-identification? Is his preoccupation with past and future at the expense of the present moment dimming the radiant light of his Being?
In an effort to help him sort out his mess, I’ve recently been listening to The Power of Now, by Eckhart Tolle.
“Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.”
“The past has no power over the present moment.”
Tolle has deep insight into what it means to be enlightened, but there is something missing it seems and I’m not sure The Buckthorn Man will be able to let go of his ego; his excessive need to be right, his belief that HE knows the truth. He might respond that we need to understand our past — the origins of the Powers That Be — to have any chance of responding intelligently to the events unfolding around us every day. The Truth — that which is, that which has actually occurred — does it matter?
The Buckthorn Man has never been one to “go along to get along”; he’s always been an activist speaking truth to power about the 9/11 cover-up, the nefarious origins and dealings of the CIA, the totally insane and misguided “War on Drugs”, the international banking cartel that pulls the levers of power etc… I fear pillow sitting and new age philosophy will never make The Buckthorn Man ignore what he knows.
Last week my mind was troubled and I tried in vain to be in the present moment. I returned to Ottawa Lake to continue cutting buckthorn on the bluff above the lake in the area around and below campsite #380. Here is how it looked when I got there.
The buckthorn were huge!
It was a cold day, hopefully the last for a while.
The views of the lake are outstanding!
I think that will be the last time I cut buckthorn all day until the Fall; I need to give my left shoulder a rest.
The USGS team came out to reset the water depth indicator in the river; someone had pulled it out.
The sights at The Springs.
Don Dane cut a lot of brush with the forestry mower on the south end of the nature preserve. Thanks Don!
I returned a couple days later still trying to adjust to the reality that I would not be going along with Pati to South Africa. I piled brush in an area just 100 yards or so down the main trail, towards signpost #1, that Dick Jenks and I cut last December while tending brush pile fires.
That was a tangled mess and it took me all morning to pile it up.
When I returned to my truck, I was greeted by Jim Davee and he willingly agreed to help me pull garlic mustard by the old hotel site.
I really enjoyed his company and we dug out 3 large bagfuls of the herb/weed and I burned them up with my torch. Ben and Karen Johnson joined us near the Indian Spring and we shared the late afternoon sun.
See you at The Springs!
I just scored a stack of Gary Snyder books off the great EBAY.
”Wearing a spotted fawnskin
sleeping under trees
On wine or truth, what you will,
See you soon.
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