With time various topics, most connected to the 'ancient ways,' will be covered. Some of these might be controversial in nature - you're most welcome to contribute.

Monday, August 27, 2012

A Little Fire and Your Wild Burning Metabolism.

In Africa the African Bushmen always make a small fire - they don't like to be seen.  The Africans make a bigger fire and White Man always make one hell of a big fire, lots of fuel and sparks.  I learned from the Bushmen to make small long burning fires with little effort.

In northern Namibia (Southwest Africa) grows a tree that is named 'Muntu' by the blacks - 'Muntu' means people.  When dead and still upright these trees look like people from a distance.  When they fall over, they are picked up just like that and carried back to a 'kraal' or campsite - no chopping of trees.  Three of these long trees/logs are used to make a small fire and when finished cooking, they are simply pulled apart.  These logs will smolder over night and the next morning they are put together again and the little fire starts up again.  These logs can last for a week, sometimes longer - all the cooking is done on it and at night it provides light.

Whenever out with modern man ... out comes the chainsaws, axes and chains.  Trees are chopped up in little pieces and stack somewhere - all of this takes up lots of energy.  Providing light or cooking with small pieces of wood like that, takes effort - continues feeding of a big fast burning fire.

Imagine a pot on a 'camping fire' - the effort if you must keep it boiling with grass or paper only.  Fast burning stuff, big short term flames and the continues effort to keep it going.

The hunter-gatherer's metabolism is being kept going by long solid 'Muntu' trees - no effort.  Modern man's metabolism is fed by very fast burning fuels - big short term flames - lots of effort to keep it going.

Your body and brain need constant fuel/energy and carbohydrates can best be described as kindling.  Whole grains and legumes makes up the twigs.  Starches (cereals and potatoes) and simple sugars are the paper that's being fed to the fire.  Alcohol is just that ... gasoline to a fire.  If carbohydrates are your main source of 'fuel' - you'll work hard to feed that fire, this will be ongoing and consistent work.  You'll crave this fuel on a regular basis.  The simpler the sugar the quicker it'll burn and you'll have to run to fuel the fire again.  Carbohydrates provide an explosion of fire ... then there's nothing ... you'll have to fuel up quickly to keep going - constant work, constant explosions and then ... nothing.

Hope you can see where some of the 'expert' dietary advice comes from - they tell you to eat every two hours - eat small meals.  If you are dependent on carbohydrates, then this will be your life.  You'll make some industry rich, you'll make the drug companies rich and you'll keep the medical profession in business.

You need 'Muntu' logs ... to free you from sugar, alcohol and caffeine boosts.  No hunter-gatherer would've survived living like this.  You're not designed to eat like this.  Dietary fat is like a big 'Muntu' log on a fire - it burns at a regular, easy and even rate. This even flame keeps the hormone leptin under control, keeps insulin in its place and your appetite satisfied.  Protein in excess is converted to sugars - in moderate quantities it is used for structural repair and maintenance.

Ketones, an energy producing by-product of the metabolism of fats, are used effectively and safely by the brain and all other tissues of the body - they are the preferred fuel for every organ in the body.  Current research indicates they are less damaging than glucose.

One can go for many hours on this longer burning type of fuel without discomfort or maddening cravings - no dizziness, fogginess, irritability, fatigue or mood swings.  No hunter-gatherer could afford these type of yuppie luxuries!!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Genetically we are all Hunter-Gatherers.

For those who don't know, I have a bit of a history in Animal & Human Physiology, Nutrition, Biochemistry & Natural Medicine.  Due to complete neglect and 'getting lost,' by taking a few 'wrong turns,' I've pushed all of this aside ... for too long.

I've learned that there is no such a thing as a 'wrong turn' or 'time lost' or doing the 'wrong' thing - things all happen for a reason ... such is the journey of life.  Everything can be fixed by changing from being 'unskillful' to being 'skillful' again - there is only one time to do this and it is NOW.  It is the only time that means something and it is the only time when you are really present ... that is if you allow yourself to be there.

I've also learned that we sometimes do everything possible NOT to live in the presence of NOW, but to dwell either in the past or future.  This causes us to deviate from our true path in life and take turn or 'short cuts,' only to be pulled back dramatically by the forces of nature.  This causes us to go on a longer life journey ... proudly showing off the battle scars ...

We all carry ancient knowledge with us - either in our genes or from past life experiences ... this is why some things come naturally to us or feel so familiar.  All this knowledge lives within us and by not being present, we miss most of it - we search for it 'outside.'

One thing is very clear and that is that 99.99% of our genes were formed before the Agricultural Age, which started around 10 000 years ago.  Genetically we are all Hunter-Gatherers and we all are bombarded by very confused people 'out there' who tries their best to tell you otherwise - so that you can buy all the new stuff 'out there' ... you 'need' all of this, so that you can survive the New World.

Every true health specialist or immunologist out there will tell you that the most common allergens known to man are wheat, sugar and diary products.  The reason for this is simple - genetically you are not designed to digest this ... yet, we are bombarded by the 'well educated out there' on an hourly basis - we need this stuff!!

Think about this:  65% of Americans are overweight and about 27% clinically obese.  Last year Australia has by-passed the Americans for the first time when it comes to being overweight.  All the newest research shows that fats in the diet are not the main culprit, but points without doubt to excess carbohydrates from our starch and sugar loaded diets.

Is it really that hard to be a Hunter-Gatherer in the Modern World??  The good news is ... NO, this can be done and many in the so-called First World are doing it.  There are literally thousands of studies available, dating back to research done on remaining hunter-gatherers - as well as archeological and anthropological studies.  The research is clear, our genetic layout is clear, the 'modern' world we live in is not ...

With time, I'll take grains, dairy products & carbohydrates ... break it down with all the current research available - just for my own benefit ... because I'm a bit rusty.

We raised our beautiful three children without most of this stuff and the results speak for itself.  Over the years I have managed to change peoples lives for the better by sticking to the ancient knowledge.  I have also managed to completely neglect this way of living, the only way of living, for periods in my own life.  Within us lives two, sometimes more ... at least one of 'them' loves to be destructive in countless ways.  There is a way to tame the beast and the best way is to return to what you're designed for ... what you're genetically programmed for.  This is The Way ....

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Coldness Kills Creativity

I have been 'struggling' with this concept all my life.  Creativity is born out of warmth, out of a warm feeling that originates out of the Stillness from beyond Mind.  The biggest killer of all creativity is coldness ... a lack of warmth on the inside, coldness that creeps in from the outside ... ice cold people close to you, the 'cold push' from society ...

Coldness can hit you between the eyes if you look into the eyes of a cold Soul.  All Souls are warm, they are only cold, because the person carrying the Soul, choose to cover it with ice.  Many spiritual teachers believe that one can protect oneself from the Coldness, in the presence of the Cold Ones, but I believe that there are only a few who can do this.  Coldness hangs around, always low and creeps up from below and freeze your Soul ... this process is slow and before you know it, you're frozen over.

It took me a long time, but I have learned that it is best to move away from coldness.  Move away and find a 'still place' that is a bit warmer and immediately make a small fire.  See ... before that coldness can creep in from below, you still have time to be creative ... move away from the coldness and make a small fire, even if you have to search for a few sticks and rub them together for hours ... even this action will keep you warm.  Don't hang around cold people and cold situations ... it will get to you before you know it.

The secret of Coldness and the Cold Ones is ... NO ACTION.  Movement and energy, energy of body, mind and Soul, creates warmth.  Yes, you must have Stillness, but stillness in warmth, this warmth comes from inside.  This Stillness is always warm, because it is connected to everything out there.  When that is covered up by ice ... it's just the Coldness.

Very recently, a book 'landed' on my desk ... Women Who Run With The Wolves (Clarissa Pinkola Estés).  She tells the beautiful story of 'The Little Match Girl' and then she pulls the story apart in a way that is just as beautiful ...

The story in short:

A little girl, with no parents, lived alone in a dark forest.  She begged for money in the village, then bought matches, which she sold for a small profit to buy food.

One day she approached people in the coldness of the snow trying to sell her matches ... everybody ignored her.  That night she had no food and she sat in the cold darkness.  She lit a match and in the light of the match it seems that the coldness and the snow disappeared ... she saw a room with a heated stove ... warmth.  The match died and so did the room and stove.

She struck a second match ... in the light she saw the building she sat next to and she could see through the walls ... she saw a beautiful table with a cooked goose on a platter.  Suddenly darkness again ...

She lit the third match ... she saw a beautifully decorated Christmas tree.  She looked up and up and above the tree she saw a bright star ... remembering her mother telling her that when a Soul dies, a star falls.  Then her grandmother appeared, warm and kind ... covering the girl with her apron and held her close ... the little girl was happy.

The grandmother started to fade and the girl struck more matches ... more and more to keep the grandmother with her ... in the morning, between the houses, they found the girl ... still, cold and gone.

What follows is short bits and pieces, as Dr Clarissa Estés explains it ... do yourself a favour and buy the book.

"This child is in an environ where people do not care.  If you're in one of these, get out.  What the little girl has ... fire on sticks, the beginnings of all creative possibility ... is not valued.  Remove yourself ..."

"Being with real people who warm us, who endorse and exalt our creativity, is essential to the flow of creative life.  Otherwise we freeze."

"Anyone who does not support your art, your life, is not worth your time. Harsh but true. Otherwise one walks right in and dresses in the rags of the Match Girl and is compelled to live a quarter-life that freezes all thought, hope, gifts, writings, playings, designing and dancing."
I've learned that if you live with coldness as a child, it is nearly impossible to break away from it ... you can't break physically 'away' ... one has to do it emotionally and mentally ... this is not for everyone.  We can't blame the 'Cold Ones,' because they are what they are and in a way, we have chosen them - it is us that must be strong enough to walk away and find the 'Warm Ones.'

"Most of the time people have wonderful ideas:  I'm gonna paint that wall a color I like, I'm gonna to create a project the entire town can be involved with ....
"Those kinds of projects need nurture.  They need vital support ... from warm people."

I've learned that the 'Cold Ones' don't understand the concepts of nurture or support ... the disease of 'modern man.'  I've once been told, that I need someone to hold my hand ... we don't need that, we only need WARMTH.  We must always remember that the concepts of nurture and support are the enemy of the 'Cold Ones' ... because it is warm, it heats things up, it is the spark of creativity and it is seen as a weakness ... you're just such a child and you need someone to hold your hand ... you weak little boy/girl!!!!

"Friends who love you and have warmth for your creative life are the very best suns in the world."

"The difference between comfort and nurture is this: if you have a plant that is sick because you keep it in a dark closet, and you say soothing words to it, that is comfort.  If you take the plant out of the closet and put it in the sun, give it something to drink, and then talk to it, that is nurture."
I've also learned that the Cold Ones love to comfort ... because it keeps you in your pain and it feeds theirs.  Nurture lets the light in, it brings warmth and it takes pain away ... the enemy of all Coldness.

This story is about so much more ... I've only taken bits and pieces ... it is worth reading the whole story ... the whole book.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Doctors of the Soul ...

I'm not a person for the cold ... cold weather, cold people or coldness of the mind.  The beginnings of us all started in a warm place ... the southern tip of Africa.  Africa is not just warm in climate, but warm all over, it is this same warmth that can make people stagnant and soul lazy.  Strangely enough ... the coldness can ignite a little flame of creativity that can bring permanent warmth to all the rooms of the Soul.

All my life I felt that I never belong ... in what we call the 'modern' world, even the arrogance of the term 'First World' make my soul squirm.  Like so many in the so called 'First World,' I grew up in a society that believed in an 'outer' world ... artificial achievements and 'beauty.'  It is all about where you live, how you dress, the car you drive, where you studied, which church you support ... all about external 'things' ... things that you'll leave behind when you leave this world.

The total neglect of the beauty of the Soul and the lack of inner warmth and compassion ... this is the most horrible disease of the 'modern' world .... but, billions of dollars are thrown around like used toilet paper to care for the outer appearances.  The beauty of the Soul is left to rot in an artificial shell of short term beauty.

Creative people are 'people' who live in huts, little apartments or dark rooms ... wasting time on things to warm the Soul.  They live in little houses, with long curvy driveways ... they dress differently and drive funny little cars ... they have either few or very strange friends.  Most of them go to different Universities ... mostly the University of Life, where they study things that warm the soul.  The ancient things that the 'modern' world left outside to rot.  Creative people walk around by themselves and pick these things up ... create beautiful things to heal the Soul.

When the busy very good looking and wealthy 'modern' man breaks away from the rat race ... they go and live in little huts, in little apartments and in little country houses with long curving driveways ... where they hide willingly from their own kind.  They spend millions buying places in the 'country' ... to help heal their suffering Souls.

It is here where they overdose on all the things produced by the ever searching Souls of the creative mind ... the minds of creative people.  They go to hippie markets and buy hippie stuff to make their Souls happy... they buy erotic novels and arty books written by weird writers that live in hidden Cottages of Stillness.  They stand for hours and listen to the music of the 'musician' that sleeps under a bridge ... who creates from the heart and plays through the Soul.  They buy all kinds of weird music to help heal their Souls ... and self-help books written by people who live on love, green tea and berries.

When 'modern' man's heart has lost it's Soul - it returns to the places and creations of the creative mind ... where creative people live and create ... out of nothing ... because it heals.

Next time you see the shyness of an artist, the weirdness of a writer and the directness of the blacksmith... the little houses they live in and the funny clothes they wear ... the sadness in some, the abundance of happiness in others ... the lack of worldly things ... the creations out of nothing - think of it as the only medicine available to your Soul ... thank these doctors of your Soul.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Walking the full Moon

Walking the full moon ... like walking the daylight Shadows
Look into the depths of the Wild One's eyes
Lightness in my step ... seeing and feeling everything.

The moon ... white washed white, covered in a cream lace
Nothing on my shoulders ... cleansing of my soul
Light of the moon ... light in her eyes ... path so clear.

Tracking the Wild One ... all the paths she walk
Leaving her small things ... messages for the soul
Seeing her tracks ... leaving nothing else.

Return to the ancient ways ... path of the Warrior
Solitude and Intimacy ... Discipline and Letting Go
Inner Feeling ... Immediate Action.

Fearlessness ... looking everything in the eye
Fighting fit ... training of the mind
Stillness within ... creative expression.

Never looking back ... that's the wrong way
Focus to the front ... never give up
Finding new ways ... always creative.

Remove all coldness ... heat of a small fire
Watching her eyes ... always watching me
Never control ... always let her go.

Believe in touch ... in the warmth
Find the Stillness ... drown in it
Trembling lips ... touching souls.

Call of the fox
Death of a rabbit
Walking the full moon.

Monday, July 2, 2012

The Kiss of the Wild Woman ...

A kiss can be everything what we are, but it can never hide ... because it is touch through the most sensitive and sensual part of the body.  The place where all truths and lies are expressed ... with all the breaths of life.

A kiss can be deep and it can be on the surface, it can be warm and also very cold, it can tell of hidden lies ... but it can also link the soul of one to the other ... for a brief moment, making it One.

When all the channels in the body are open, when everything flows and all the obstacles of the mind are removed ... a kiss can show everything that's inside and it can bring everything on the inside to the surface.

The energy that circulates through the body are interrupted where the lips part, the tongue can complete the circle of this energy by touching the roof of the mouth.  This form of sensual touch can tap into the energy field of another, thus the feeling of One.

Being sensitive and aware of your own energy and those of others, a simple kiss can feel and tell everything.  This circle of energy that can latch onto the hurt and broken parts of another's body, can take the pain away ... every mother will tell you that.  Every true lover knows that ...

Emotional and physical pain are stored everywhere in the cells of the body ... a simple kiss with intention can relieve and even unlock the pain.  This is the Power of the Kiss ...

The kiss of the Wild Woman tells no lies, it holds nothing back, it is brutally honest and you can never make it yours ... because it is not yours to keep or to capture.  Once kissed by the Wild Woman, you see and feel things ... most very familiar from the ancient times ... some you've never experienced before.  Some of these things are within the Wild Woman and some are within yourself ... all these happens at the time when the souls join for a brief moment.

The kiss of the Wild Woman is never yours to keep, it is a golden key to the hidden rooms of your soul ...  Picking up a tear ... a tear that escaped through the windows of the soul ... picking a tear up with the softness of the lips ... that's the Kiss of Life, the Kiss of Understanding & Compassion.  This is the kiss of the Wild Woman ... the kiss we should all learn.

The Power of the Image

I believe that a simple thing, like a photo carries energy ... this can have a very powerful influence on the mind.  Images come in all forms and shapes ... they can come in the form of dreams or maybe a person that you saw in a split second, never to be seen again.  These type of images can stick like ticci tacci to the walls of your soul ... forever.

Sometimes we see something within the eyes of another ... or 'the other,' ... the eyes of a human or an animal.  Sometimes we see eyes in the dark or in our dreams ... some of these may be plastered permanently to the temples of the soul.

These images carries energy ... positive or negative and they can play like old black and white movies ... over and over again ... split second images on the white washed walls of your soul.  Sometimes we tap into these displays to gather a bit of positive energy or to swim in the dark pools of depression.  Either way ... somehow, it feeds the hungry mouths of the soul.

Some images are carved with cold chisels into the dark web-laced corners of my soul:

A man standing with a pillow next to a sleeping boys bed ... covering my face.
A dead Eland antelope 'girl' with tears in her eyes ... the blood on my hands.
The spotted One (leopard) I shot ... died in the perfect spot, waiting for me.
A Rhone antelope bull, running right up to me ... prancing like and Arabian stallion ... teasing me to shoot him ... but I couldn't, because I could reach and touch him.
The profile of a traditional Himba girl in a city ... with the 'knowing' that she doesn't belong .... just like me.
An AK47 in my face at a very young age.
The death of another ... blood on my hands.
The hurt in the 'Wild Woman's' eyes.

There are many images in the lightness of my soul ... I can bring them up at will, even in the darkest hours ... they feed my soul with positive energy.  I gather these wherever I go ... if I can I capture moments forever and I print them with the laser printer of my soul.  These images can't go anywhere, they're mine ... forever.

Some images come from a long time ago ... a life that is not from here.  Sometimes we see things and we Know ... we know that person, we know those eyes, we know that profile.  Sometimes we know that space ... that place.  This happens to me all the time ... the familiar ... always connected to the black and white images of the soul.  This is the time ... we must stop for a moment and remember ... never should we try and analyze ... only remember.

The more we store and the more we remember ... the more we pull these images up - the easier it gets.  If we find the Stillness ... images will come that help us remember, help us to recognise the path we must walk ... the people we must meet.  These images comes in all forms and shapes ... all we have to do is to look closely  and ... remember.

My favourite image ... the loving eyes of the 'Wild Woman,' watching her little ones play.  This is the highest form of love ... the love of a mother.  This is a softness, a love that no one can capture in a photo ... no words can describe ... it can only be laser printed ... forever ... on the walls of the soul.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Power of the Wild One ...

You've called me for a long time, because I've walked the Shadows for you before ... the familiar paths of Solitude and the wild, but rare trails of Intimacy ... the temporary reward.  In the beginning, as always, your call ... a whisper, your approach ... so soft, your eyes of kindness all knowing in the light of the fire.  Now, I hear your screams at night, your eyes wild and glowing in the dark of the night and you've sent the One ... Every night and even in my own shadow, I see his spots ... and I know it's time.

Always, you've spoken to me through the wind, the grass and the stars.  I've been trying to hide, but you've spoken to me through the language of the horse and the soul of the bow and arrow.  I should've known, I can't hide from you ... because you know ... you know everything.

Why can't you leave me alone, my work is done?  All I wanted is one Life ... a 'normal' life - I've tried so hard ... why can't you leave me alone?  What is it you want to show me, what is it you want me to do this time?  Yes, sometimes I long for the Stillness ... moving with the horse in the Shadows with the One.  Sometimes, I see the quiver of red-feathered arrows resting in the most beautiful places of Stillness ... yes, sometimes I want to go there again.  I want to track the Wild Woman ... watch her from the Shadows as she baths in the Light .

How am I going to learn this other life if you don't leave me alone?  I can't do both ... living somewhere in the Shadows ... somewhere between Solitude and Intimacy.  What is it that I must learn?  Why can't you leave me, just for one life ... why must I always see you, see your eyes?

I can't fight you ... I can never fight you ... you always win.  I'll find a flat rock in the sun today, one connected so deeply to the roots of the earth ... I'll bow naked for you and you can take my soul.  I'll take any path in the Shadows you show me and I'll run wild and free again.  I'll speak the language of the horse again and I'll touch the Soul of the bow.  I'll make red-feathered arrows with care and I'll treat them with respect.  Red, the only colour I can see in the Shadows ... the only colour the Wild Woman can't see coming.

I'll stop drowning me in all sorts of toxins, I'll cleanse my soul ... I'll run like the wind again.  I'll put all pain and discomfort aside, I'll sleep on the ground again, close to the One ... your eyes watching me.  I'll listen again, to all the things I already know.  I'll do the things that comes from Stillness, the things inside me ... those things that can only be awakened by the Stillness.

Out of the Stillness ... comes the Feeling ... out of Feeling comes the Creative Force.  See Wild One ... I still remember these things, I still remember ...

The One Who Hunts the Darkness.

Every so often, the Wild Woman calls me away ... away from everything I know in this life - to the places I've always known.  These are the places most of us have forgotten ... the places we can only find in the Stillness of Nature.  This is the place deep inside ... the place of Knowing.

The Wild Woman has wicked ways ... seductive eyes only visible in the reflection of a small fire.  The eyes are never searching, they don't need to ... because they Know everything.  Ignoring the Wild Woman ... turning your back on her, is the worst thing you can do.  Turning away from the Knowing is turning away from the Stillness, turning away from the place of Knowing deep inside you.

When I ignore the call of the Wild Woman, ... she sends the One Who Hunts the Darkness.  I've known him all my life and we had a few close encounters.  Once as a child, out of pure fear, I killed the One ... never do I want to do that again.  This was a day of great sadness ... the day I ate the flesh of the One.  The leopard is the One Who Hunts the Darkness, always alone, always in the shadows ... seeing and knowing everything.  I know the leopard ... I've killed the leopard and I've eaten his flesh ... therefore the One lives within me.

Lately, in the deepest of dreams and when I walk the darkness of the night ... I feel the leopard very close, following me in the shadows.  The Two ... the Wild Woman and the One - they pull me away from the things I do and know ... they pull me to the depths of the Knowing.  Still, I don't want to go ... I fight this on the outside and the inside ... I don't want to go.

The leopard is always alone ... a life of Solitude in the Shadows of Life ... always watching.  Every now and then he meets with his own Wild Woman, ... short intense periods of the deepest Intimacy.  This is the only time he lets go, the only time he moves out of the Shadows and gives Everything to his Wild Woman.  This is the time of the Drowning ... he drowns in the softness of all of what is the opposite of him ... Intimacy.  He can do this naturally, because he Knows and he is thirsty ... thirsty for the softness of Intimacy only she can give him.  This is the slow dance of Intimacy.

During the times of Solitude, the leopard avoids even his own kind.  His territory overlaps with the territory of his Wild Woman ... she never sees him, but he always sees her.  He watches her, learn from her ... learn everything about her ... for the coming Drowning in the softness of Intimacy.

This intense dance ... in the shadows, somewhere between Solitude and Intimacy causes a nature that kills easily ... the same natural ease as with the Drowning.  Very few can look the leopard in the eye ... only the Wild Woman can as she has no fear.  It is the eyes of both that pulls me now ... pulls me to the place of Knowing.

I must walk ... follow the path in the Shadows, the path the Wild Woman and the One Who Hunts the Darkness walk ... I must follow this path to the Stillness, so that I can feel and see the place of Knowing deep inside me ... again, just like the times of long ago.  I know this ... but I don't want to walk this path ... I'm fighting it every day.  The calling gets louder ... I see the Wild Woman's eyes everywhere and I can feel the One in every shadow.  It is time to walk ... I know it ... it is the time to walk.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Burden of the Tracker ...

He moves around the shadows of mankind on a horse, a quiver filled with red-feathered arrows on his back.  He passes homes, markets, isolated fields where the women work and the hidden areas alongside rivers where the women bath.  Sometimes he stops where the little ones play, he gets of his horse and he watches little girls ... as they have not learned to hide the Wild Woman inside.

When he is not tracking the Wild Woman, he lives somewhere in between the shadows and light of Nature, somewhere between Solitude & Intimacy.  He doesn't have a home and he's born again and again to do one thing only ... to track the Wild Woman.  There's no other path for him ...

The Wild Woman is the natural woman ... the only woman ... the strongest energy that flows in and out of mankind.  She lives in all of us, even in men ... here only as a small entity.  She hides in all women and sometimes she shows herself in ways that only the 'understanding knowing' eye can detect ... the fall of a lock of hair in the softness behind the ear ... the way the neck is carried in the this world ... the fullness of a bottom lip, the movement of a hand, but ... always in the eyes ... behind the eyes ... in the depths of the soul.

In this world, there are not many in the form of a male 'energy' that can recognize a Wild Woman hidden in the depths of a woman.  There are not many that can bring her out in comfort.  It is not the Wild Woman who shows herself to the world .... no, it is not that easy.  It is the woman that hides the Wild Woman within that needs to open the door and let the Wild Woman out.  Can you see the burden of the Tracker ....... ?????  First he has to locate the Wild Woman, always visible only as a fraction, because this is the way of women ... to hide the Wild Woman, only to show glimpses of her.

Women hides the Wild Woman within, mainly because of the weakness of men, but also because of structural society.  Men and factions of society circle like hyenas, waiting for a glimpse of the Wild Woman, so that they can rip her to pieces.  Men and society created all sorts of Rules, Religions & Regulations (the three R's) to destroy the Wild Woman, that's why women hides the Wild Woman naturally and only shows little bits here and there ... they are waiting for one that can See ... they are waiting for the Tracker.

If one watches closely ... there is always 'something' behind the eyes of a woman, 'something' behind the movement of her hands, 'something' behind the way she carries her head.  The freedom of allowing the Wild Woman to BE, is not allowed ... but she's always there in the Shadows of Life.

Once he recognizes a Wild Woman within, he can do many things ... depending on the woman who hides the Wild Woman ....  Sometimes it's enough to look into the eyes and look right into the soul, right into the eyes of the Wild Woman within ... just saying softly within ... I SEE YOU.  Sometimes this is enough for the woman who hides the Wild Woman and she can let her out .... forever.  He can ride on and keep tracking ... keep searching ...

Sometimes it's not that easy ... he has to stay.  Sometimes he has to talk and talk into the stillness of the early morning ... his hand touching the softness ... his lips close to her ear.  Sometimes he can't talk, because words have no meaning ... sometimes he can only touch and look into the windows of the soul ... sometimes this is enough.

He can never stay ... Once the Wild Woman is set free he sometimes leaves in the darkness, in the stillness of the early morning .... never to be seen again.  He keeps on moving, he searches and he tracks ...

Sometimes in Nature, between the shadows of darkness and light, but always in the light of a small fire ... he sees the eyes of the Wild Woman in the light ...  The same Wild Woman lives in all women and in all men.  Women hides her from men and society - men despises her living within and without ....

He moves around in the shadows of mankind ... but, feels free in the shadows of Nature ... somewhere between Solitude & Intimacy ... the only world he knows.  He can't stop moving ... there is always a Wild Woman that needs to be free ....

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Path of the Wild Woman.

Close to the blue water I sat ... suddenly she was there.  
This time ... her eyes so clear ... the depths of her soul.
She was smiling at me with an openness ... unknown today.

With the sun on my back and sweat on my upper lip ... I watched her.
Lips so full of unspoken words ... always smiling ... no need for words.
A slight turn of her head ... eyes now closed ... soft dark hair in the softness of her neck.

When she opened her eyes ... entering the depths of my soul ... through the windows of her soul.
The Path of the Wild Woman ... a path to the Darkness and Depths of the Soul.
A deep pull to the Unknown ... a world we all used to Know.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Search for the 'Wild' Woman.

For most of my life, even as a small boy, when I'm alone in the bush and always in the light of a small fire - I see the eyes of the 'wild' woman.  She disappeared for a while, because my sessions of solitude stopped for many years. After a fairly significant spiritual experience and the start of a journey, she returned ...

Recently I started to write about her, because she has always been part of my life.  Wherever I go, I always scan crowds of people to see if I can find her.  This search for the 'wild' woman has stopped recently, because I've found her - in fact, there was no need to search for her ... she has always been with me.

A few days ago, a book 'landed' on my desk - maybe recommended by the 'wild' one herself.  I started reading and I couldn't put the book down.  The book: Women Who Run With The Wolves - Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés.

According to Dr. Clarissa Estés, the 'wild' woman:

"The word wild here is not used in its modern pejorative sense, meaning out of control, but in its original sense, which means to live a natural life, one in which the creature has innate integrity and healthy boundaries.  These words, wild and woman, cause women to remember who they are and what they are about. They create a metaphor to describe the force which funds all females.  They personify a force that women cannot live without.

The Wild Woman carries the bundles for healing; she carries everything a woman needs to be and know.  She carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories and dreams and words and songs and signs and symbols.  She is both vehicle and destination.

The archetype of the Wild Woman and all that stands behind her is patroness to all painters, writers, sculptors, dancers, thinkers, prayermakers, seekers, finders - for they are all busy with the work of invention and that is the Wild Woman's main occupation.  As in all art, she resides in the guts, not in the head.  She can track and run and summon and repel.  She can sense, camouflage and love deeply.  She is intuitive, typical and normative.  She is utterly essential to women's mental and soul health.

So what is the Wild Woman?  From the viewpoint of archetypal psychology as well as from the storytelling tradition, she is the female soul.  Yet she is more' she is the source of the feminine.  She is all that is of instinct, of the worlds both seen and hidden - she is the basis.  We each receive from her a glowing cell which contains all the instincts and knowing needed to our lives."

This strong female energy - where is it?  We can search for it in women, but it is also an energy present in men.  If this energy is so powerful, why was it never encouraged?  Why is there a history of suppression of this energy in the majority of, if not all societies of the world?

According to Dr. Clarissa Estés, some of the "symptoms of a disrupted relationship with the wildish force in the psyche:"

"Feeling  extraordinarily fatigued, frail, depressed, confused and unaroused. Feeling frightened, without inspiration, without animation, without soulfulness, without meaning, uncreative and compressed.

Feeling powerless, chronically doubtful, shaky, blocked, unable to follow through, giving one's creative life over to others and overprotective of self.

Not insistent on one's own tempo, to be away from one's God or Gods, drawn far into domesticity, intellectualism or work because it is the safest place for one who has lost her instincts.

To fear to venture by oneself or to reveal oneself, fear to seek mentor, fear to set out on a journey, fear of caring for another or others, loss of energy before creative projects, angst and anxiety.

Afraid to bite back when there is nothing else to do, afraid to try the new, fear to stand up, afraid to speak up or speak against.

Afraid to stop, afraid to act, repeatedly counting to three an not beginning, superiority complex, ambivalence and yet otherwise fully capable, fully functioning.  These severances are a disease not of an era or century, but become an epidemic anywhere and anytime women are captured, anytime the wildish nature has become entrapped.

A healthy woman is much like a wolf; robust, chock-full, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving.  Yet, separation from the wildish nature causes a woman's personality to become meager, thin, ghostly and spectral.  We are not meant to be puny with frail hair and inability to leap up, inability to chase, to birth, to create life."

In think this 'energy' is rare because it is a bit 'wild' and it doesn't fit our over-domesticated societies anymore.  The domesticated man fears the 'wild' woman and yet, all the farmers out there - that is in countries without cheap labour, seek this 'wild' woman because they're the only ones that 'cuts the cake.'  She's a rare species and it is very hard to find her.

All my life in my own countries of Southern Africa, I searched for the 'wild' woman ... never saw one 'out there.'  I saw many hidden under the layers of suppression and over-domestication, but never one that surfaced fully.  In this case, I'm not only talking about females, but also female energy in males.

I have learned that even if I'm able to spot a 'wild' woman hidden under the layers of a person ... I can't set it free.  Only the person that imprisoned the 'wild' woman can set her free.  Sometimes you can 'walk a path' with a person who imprisoned a 'wild' woman and your own 'wildness' triggers something that cause the freeing of the 'wild' one.  This happened to me a couple of times ... the 'wild' one is then set free and you can never capture them again - they then walk their own path, which is different from mine ... that is the way it should be.

How do you find a 'wild' woman that is going to walk a path with you?  Do you really need that 'wildness' to walk with you, if you already have it in you?  'Wildness' recognizes each other, understands each other and do what is needed ... but there are no needs, only understanding and doing.  Doing and understanding means to create ... to stick ... to do and to finish.  There is no time for coldness and resentment.  Creative force is warm and not cold - it stems from an abundance of energy and light.  Doing what seems impossible for the over-domesticated soul.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Flow of Money

I love what I do - that is when I'm totally free to do what I do best.  If you do something from your heart, then how can it be called work?  I've met a few people who do what they love and love what they do - none of them check their watches for tea breaks or the famous 'end of the day' time.  They are also not concerned with weekends or holidays - if you do what you love, then everyday is a holiday.

The problem some of us have, is the flow of money - it normally flows away from us and not towards us.  The reason for this is fairly simple if one understands all the factors involved.  For some strange reason in our Flatwhite cultures, it is seen as 'evil' to charge for something you love doing.  I found the following (Conversations with God - Neale Walsch) - more or less in my line of thinking:

"You carry a thought around that money is bad.  You also carry a thought around that God is good. Therefore, in your thought system, God and money do not mix.

This makes things interesting, because this then makes it difficult for you to take money for any good thing.  I mean, if  a thing is judged very 'good' by you, you value it less in terms of money.  So the 'better' something is (i.e., the more worthwhile), the less money it's worth.

You're not alone in this.  Your whole society believes this.  So your teachers make a pittance and your stripteasers, a fortune.  Your leaders make so little compared to sports figures that they feel they have to steal to make up the difference.  Your priests and your rabbis live on bread and water while you throw coins at entertainers.

Think about it - everything on which you place a high intrinsic value, you insist must come cheaply.  The lonely research scientist seeking a cure for AIDS goes begging for money, while the woman who writes a book on a hundred new ways to have sex and creates tapes and weekend seminars to go with it ... makes a fortune.

This having-it-all-backwards is a propensity with you and it stems from wrong thought.  The wrong thought is your idea about money.  You love it and yet you say it is the root of all evil. You adore it and yet you call it 'filthy lucre.'  You say that a person is 'filthy rich.'  If a person does become wealthy doing 'good' things, you immediately become suspect, you make that 'wrong.'  You see, in your mind, a person who chooses the highest calling should get the lowest pay ...

Remember, thoughts are creative.  So if you think money is bad, yet think yourself good ... well, you can see the conflict.

Most people do what they hate for a living, so they don't mind taking money for it.  'Bad' for the 'bad,' so to speak.  But you love what you do with the days and time of your life.  You adore the activities with which you cram them.  For you, therefore, to receive large amounts of money for what you do would be, in your thought system, taking 'bad' for the 'good' and that is unacceptable for you.  You'd rather starve than take 'filthy lucre' for pure service ... as if somehow the service loses its purity if you take money for it.

So here we have this real ambivalence about money.  Part of you rejects it and part of you resents not having it.  Now, the universe doesn't know what to do about that, because the universe has received two different thoughts from you.  So you life with regard to money is going to go in fits and starts because you keep going in fits and starts about money.

You don't have a clear focus, you're not really sure what's true for you.  Now there's only one way to change all that.  You have to change your thought about it.

A dear friend described money as an 'energy' - for a 'service' to be successful, there must be an equal exchange of energy.  Everything works on an exchange of energy and our distorted view in regards to our own capabilities, sometimes interfere with this flow of energy.

I always found it hard to charge when it comes to horses, for example.  If you find a horse in nature and you 'heal' it or rather, 'arrange' the horse so that it can heal itself - you can't charge the horse.  The energy exchange was between you and the horse and it was pure energy that can't be changed into money, as it is a near spiritual experience (for me it is anyway).

If you treat a horse that belongs to someone else - most of the time, you're actually 'treating' the person or trying to convince the person to 'treat' the horse in a certain way - so that the horse can heal itself.  It is not an exchange of energy between you and the horse - it is more than that.  I've learned that if you don't hit the pocket right there and then, then nothing is taken seriously - there is a 'block' in the flow of 'energy' and in the end it is the horse that suffers.

I have finally been cured from this terrible affliction - the one where "You'd rather starve than take 'filthy lucre' for pure service ... as if somehow the service loses its purity if you take money for it."  I'll charge like a bull from now on and grow fat on the spoils.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Horses as Spiritual Teachers

In my previous post I 'wrote' about Stillness - the ever present ... our connection with our Inner Self.  If you look at a horse, it is completely surrounded by Stillness and if you enter the space of a horse ... you can feel this 'presence.'

Horses communicate in Stillness ... they pick up 'intention' ... the smallest gestures.  The path of any warrior, in body or spirit is connected to Stillness.  This is why the spirit of the warrior and the spirit of the horse can combine into a powerful force of 'understanding' and action.

It is this 'energy' of horses that not only attracts the 'inner warrior,' but also the needy personality - because this energy heals.  In the modern world horses attract strong human female energy - it is amazing to see how many women/girls are attracted to horses.  This is not because of neediness, but because of a life long suppression of the 'inner warrior' within women by fearful societies across the world. 

There is nothing like the 'energy' or Stillness of a horse, to help us remember.  Anyone can be in the presence of a horse in absolute Stillness and Understand, Feel and Communicate without words.  It is a way of Being in the exact present moment.

Therefore, there is nothing that compares with the combination of skills in one moment of Stillness - the moment just before the flight of the arrow ... out of the heart of the warrior ... connected to the heart of the horse.  Two hearts beating as one in full flight, finding Stillness in the one and only present moment.

This is more than just a skill, this is a combination of energies from all aspects of life. In this moment of 'perfection' that can't ever be completely perfect - there is no difference between the abilities of mare or a stallion, man or a woman.  It is a complete blend of male and female energies focused to near perfection.

The Path of getting There, is Spiritual Path - a path worth walking.

Your Guiding Presence

Lately, I have been wondering about your presence
something that was always there ... so strong.

It kept me connected ... to myself and to life
... but sometimes I wanted more ...

The urge to touch ... to communicate ... to see
I learned that all of these make you disappear.

Only in Stillness can I feel your presence
a place without the needs created by man.

Touch ... communication ... seeing ... in Stillness
can't be described in words ... it's presence beyond the mind.

Loosing touch with the ever present Stillness
... loosing touch with ourselves.

Running like lost rabbits in darkness
searching for false company to occupy our minds.

Nothing worse in life than touch without heart
false communication ... seeing what is not there.

Stillness ... the horror movie for modern man
running away from the light like creatures of darkness.

Sitting quietly in Stillness ... in Silence
you touch my heart ... sing to my soul ... I see your eyes in the fire.

Horses as Spiritual Healers and Teachers

 "The Horse Boy" is a true story about an autistic boy who started to speak when he came into contact with the family horse.  His father decided to take him to Mongolia where spiritual healing and horses go hand in hand.
Horses have been carrying warriors and the spirits of warriors to 'new places' for as long as man can remember. Carrying the 'spiritual burden' of man comes naturally to the horse.  I struggle to understand people who treat horses like big human babies - they deserve better.

A mistake I made was to 'retreat' from horses when I felt negative or down - felt as if I had to 'protect' the horse from my 'negative' energy.  Horses naturally absorb this 'negative' energy and transform it into something positive - this can be felt when one takes the step and touch a horse.  Touching a horse is being in the presence of a 'soul' who is always present - who always lives in the Now.

The horse is only concerned with your intentions - the color of the blood in your heart - if it is 'dark' the horse will look after it's own interest.  Your emotions a horse can deal with.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Training: Body, Mind & Soul

In this life, I've been involved or rather exposed to various forms of physical exercise.  I'm sure the interest in some of them, might be genetic and others ... well, 'retained memories' from somewhere.

Our 'modern' lifestyle was supposed to make things easier for us, all the technology allowing us to have more time ... or so we thought.  Most modern 'busy' people find it hard to fit some sort of physical training schedule into their lifestyles, never mind time to 'train' the mind and soul.  Our lifestyle forces us indoors most of the time, we don't have to walk, stalk, run, hunt, forage of fight anymore - everything is at our finger tips.

At stages in my life I was a serious runner and swimmer.  I trained in various forms of martial arts, practiced meditation & yoga.  Archery was always part of my life, as well as some sort of physical conditioning training.  Horses came, then left me for a long time and is now part of my life again.  Time in the bush, either walking, hunting, fishing, tracking or trekking have been part of my life since I can remember.  The interest in all of the above is still rooted deep within me and I'm sure many other people have various interests in the 'training' of body, mind and soul.  The question is, "How do we as modern human beings fit any or all of these into our lives?"

At some stage in our evolution some or all of these activities were part of our lives - not something we did to keep ourselves fit or sane.  I think we all struggle to juggle the lot.

Over a period of time I have worked on ways to combine 'training methods' for body, mind and soul.  A couple of necessary ingredients are necessary to successfully include these methods into our lives - discipline, knowledge (wisdom) and silence (meditation).  It is ironic that we apply 'discipline' and knowledge into our lives at all levels except when it comes to our own health. The car is serviced on the dot, we have the knowledge to set up and use our daily electronic equipment, we keep up with our accounts and daily news ........... most of us neglect our health.  Often, we don't invest in the knowledge or skills looking after ourselves - we run to the 'experts' and we pay for short term quick fixes.  Investing in your health surely has long term benefits ... it is something we can do ourselves.

My aim is to combine everything that I love and also those that I don't into ONE, so that I get the most out of it on all levels.  I see horseback archery as a martial art, which means constant training, therefore discipline and also high levels of fitness & flexibility, conditioning and meditation practice.

I've been working in combining running, walking, riding and archery with my horses and dogs by my side.  I have set maintenance and conditioning 'programs' that combines flexibility, light weight training, fitness and basic martial arts routines.

With time I'll expand a bit more on these - just something that has been working for me and gives me great pleasure.  It is all about time, something that is very rare nowadays.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Horseback Archery: Birth of the Concept

Although my people, the Boers, were known for their incredible horsemanship and marksmanship (from horseback) - horsemanship skills nearly disappeared after the 2nd World War.  The South African & Southwest African Defense Forces basically kept a bit of the traditions alive during the Bush War (north of Southwest Africa).  Today the standard of endurance horses in Namibia can be traced back to the influence of the Defense Force during the Bush War years.

Growing up in Southern Africa I saw very few horses and basically never anyone riding.  Visiting some of the farms in Namibia and South Africa, I saw horses that were used mainly by the black farm workers.  In the Kavango (tropical area) there were a few horses owned by the black population, but they were not horsemen and the horses were in an appalling condition - skin and bones.

Here in Australia I see horses everywhere - every bloody paddock owns a horse or two ... again, I see very few people riding.  Pony Clubs, camp drafting, show jumping and other horse related sports are very popular here - so people must ride sometime and somewhere.

Television was only introduced in Southern Africa, somewhere in the '80's.  The odd movie here and there, pictures in books - mainly American Indians with bows and horses, brought back 'retained memories.'  I watched and read anything I could get my hands on.

My stepfather absolutely hated horses.  His roommate  in boarding school was killed one holiday - dragged behind a horse for kilometers. Somehow it had a huge impact on his life and there was no way in the world I was going to own or ride a horse in his presence.  He grew up on a farm in Northern Transvaal and I'm sure his father took part in the Boer War (he never spoke about his father or childhood), so horses should've been part of life.  I'm not sure why and where the resistance came from.

One day, as an eight year old - while hunting in the Kavango, my black companion and I came across two Bushmen on horseback.  They carried bows and long spears - they were hunting giraffe from horseback.  In their camp I saw all the evidence of a successful hunt - large strips of meat drying in the thorn bush and the long marrow bones in and around the fire.  I could not stop asking questions and poor Muruti - my friend and black tracker who understood the Bushmen dialect, had to translate for a whole day.

Giraffe are incredibly dangerous and can kick in all directions at full speed - they are known to kill a lion with one kick.  These Bushmen chased the giraffe in thick savanna bush on horseback - darting in and out, spearing these incredible animals.  The horsemanship must have been something else and incredibly dangerous.

I must add that these Bushmen did not own these horses.  Bushmen in northern Namibia were most often enslaved by the blacks and paid in food scraps.  In this case, the horses were owned by a black Kavango who lived near the Kavango river system.  The Bushmen were 'employed' or rather forced to hunt the inner land areas. A Bushman friend of mine, Kashja, was poisoned by a jealous black owner ... died a horrible death.  This form of slavery still exists today.

During the Bush War, Bushmen were used in the mounted section of the Southwest African Defense Force, because of their natural horsemanship skills.  During my time in the army (Kavango region) I was lucky to witness them working horses in the 202 Battalion base.

Bushmen on horseback

Seeing these Bushmen horseman with spears and bows in the thick African bush triggered something in me - it activated 'retained memories' of all the horsemen in my genes and past.  It took a very long time before I could own a horse, but I was very fortunate to start off with a bow and arrow at an early age.

The Moon and I

Tonight the moon is heavy of fullness,
romantically white with a light yellow veil.

I want to walk with my quiver of red-feathered arrows,
I want to walk in total darkness ... to the sacred rocks.

In stillness I want to make a small fire there,
the soft light dancing on the rocks, because I know ...

I know I'll see your eyes again,
dancing reflections on the granite.

I'll hear your whispers in the softness of the wind,
see your soft curves in the hard granite formations.

Only there ... man can BE,
leaving the I behind.

The urge so strong tonight,
to BE, without expectations or the I.

The energy of moon, rock, fire, wind and your eyes,
washes the I forever out of my soul and being.

The urge to be pure, one and whole,
so much stronger that the I.

Horseback Archery: Anchor Point

For those not familiar with archery, the anchor point is the point to where you pull back the hand that holds the arrow - normally the corner of the mouth or bone of the jaw.  The theory is that it is one fixed point, if practiced continuously, that will always stays the same.  Together with other 'fixed points' - the arrow rest on the bow and the nocking point on the string, it improves accuracy.

My horseback archery venture is a solo event - something I must figure out for myself, as there is not much available where I live.  Thanks to the help of a very helpful man, James Menehira, I got my hands on a Mongolian bow, a valuable book written by Kassai Lajos himself and other bits and pieces of information.

As a child starting out with a bow, hunting fast moving fish, birds and small game - I was never aware of an anchor point.  In fact a fixed arrow rest or a fixed nocking point (where the arrow fit on the bow string) was non existent as well.  This type of shooting which requires speed and instinct does not need these 'fixed' features.

What is interesting is that a high anchoring point, or maybe even a fixed anchor point does not work well for horseback archery as well.  According to Kassai Lajos, the master of horseback archery, a high anchor point is to far removed from your center of gravity on a moving horse.  This makes sense to me.

Since I started to shoot modern bows, compounds and recurves (with fixed points) - I adapted to the high fixed anchor point way of shooting.  I have been shooting the Mongolian bow in this style as well .... until today.

Since shooting the Mongolian bow - I taught myself to shoot both left and right handed, as the absence of a fixed arrow rest allows for it.  This is unusual, as all shooters (bows, rifles and hand guns) have a dominant eye - I'm left eye dominant, thus a left hand archer (arrow in left hand).

While shooting left handed today (my natural side), it took me 3 arrows to adapt to the lower anchoring point.  What is interesting, is that I struggled on the right hand side - it took me about 30 arrows to sort of get it right.

I have no idea whether it is going to interfere with my accuracy with the other bows.  I guess I'll have to decide whether I'm going to shoot with a high or low anchoring point.  If I study the video clips and photos of other horseback archers - it seems as if many of them shoot from horseback with the higher anchoring points.

I started horseback archery training, but from a slow moving horse.  I feel I shouldn't push it - there is still a lot of work that needs to be done.  I guess I'll learn soon where my anchor point should be.

Friday, April 6, 2012

'Philosophy' of Hunting: Quick Introduction

In the 'modern' world the sound/look of the word 'hunting' can cause a few eyebrows to lift, a stiff upper lip to appear here and there or downgrade the so-called hunter to cave age or hillbilly status.  I can understand all of this, because I 'downgrade' the modern hunter myself on a regular basis ... with a very stiff upper lip, of course.

The reason the concept of hunting doesn't fit that well anymore in our 'modern societies, is because most of us have lost our connection with our own ancient ways and traditions.  'Hunting' can mean ten thousand things today.

A 'hunter' today can easily be a very overweight and unfit lawyer with no connection to nature at all.  His only connection might be a regular two weeks every June on some game farm and a camo outfit.  He uses a very expensive rifle with a even more expensive scope that can spot a bacterium on a tick on the testicle of a warthog at 900 meters.  His idea of 'hunting' is to drive around in a flashy 4x4 with 'black eyes' spotting 'trophy' game for him - he shoots, flashy photos are taken.  If the animal can't be found, the black trackers do the tracking.  In most of these cases the 'modern hunter' does not even skin or dress the animal - in Africa it is mostly done by black labourers.  Believe me, I've seen these type of 'hunters' in action myself.

The true original hunter and the 'modern' hunter that bases his hunting on the more traditional or ancient ways have a few things in common:
  • They hunt for food only.
  • They have no interest in taking the best looking specimens out of the gene pool.
  • They only take what they need and waste nothing.
  • They don't live a life separate from nature - they are part of it.
  • They have botanical and zoological knowledge of flora and fauna.
  • They are skilled bushmen with an immense respect for nature.
  • They hunt in such a natural and difficult way, it gives the strongest of the prey animal the chance to 'out maneuver' the hunter, therefore a continuation of their genetic line is ensured - at the same time it also 'improves' the hunter's own genetic lines.
I'll expand a bit on the last 'statement' I made:

In nature you find the hunters and the hunted - the predators and the prey.  Both are magnificent specimens - all because of one single factor.  The prey animals 'purpose' in life is to genetically better themselves to 'outsmart' the predators.  If the predators themselves don't step up and improve their genes, they'll never be able to 'catch' and feed on the prey animals.  This continues flux between predator and prey ensures genetic 'improvement' on a daily basis.

This is exactly why black Africans dominate all the running sports in the world - they have been part of that 'genetic flux' until very recently and some of them still are.  That is exactly why the average 'flat white new age' bloke is either extremely overweight or so fragile - he lost the connection a long, long time ago.  He doesn't have to walk, stalk, run or fight anymore - he's biggest job is to look somewhat 'pretty' on the outside and 'fit' in somewhere.  He can now do all the running, hunting, fishing, killing and fighting from his 'lazy boy' in air conditioned comfort, while stuffing himself with fast foods and beer - just by pressing buttons on his game console or by watching the old square box.

In fact, he can even do better than that - he can nowadays be a 'Wildlife Warrior' or a Greenie - all while he fattens himself up with toxic fatty chicken, beef and fast foods.  He now has the full right and political power to 'shoot' any real hunters (and fighters) down.

The few real true hunters that are left have to 'fight' this ignorance, 'disconnection' with nature and totally lost society just to do something that made us what we are.  I mean, there is a reason why we started to walk upright - most people don't have a bloody clue why humans walk upright.  The human body is designed for endurance running, fighting and using tools.  Can someone please explain to me why there is a push from these modern societies to move away from nature, to grow fat and useless kids (and animals), to look down on people who choose to live and fight in accordance to the original laws of nature?

I can fully understand why society view 'modern hunting' as a negative 'activity' - someone has to explain that, that's only part of the full picture.  We have lost our knowledge, respect and connection with the true original ancient ways.  If one doesn't have standards, traditions or roots - then don't class or judge, because you're totally lost.  In future 'writings' I'll expand on the traditional concepts and 'philosophies' of hunting ....... the way I see and understand it, of course.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

The 'Philosophy' of Learning

Today is one of those slow days - every blade of grass, leaf and living creature pointing towards a cold and long winter.  Winter is a time for taking things easy, reflection and for certain bodily organs to take a break.  It is a special time in the bush - a change of colors, animals are more visible and concentrated.  It is a time for lots of 'reading' ......... books, yourself and all the signs of nature.

Today, for some reason, the concept of 'learning' keeps popping it's head out everywhere. Most of what I know, I learned as a child in the Kavango ... my 'teachers' were mostly the true inhabitants of that part of the world - the Kavangos and the Bushmen.  Other figures played a role as well - my parents, a school teacher here and there and then the amazing characters that this part of the world produced.  My greatest teachers, if I really think about it, were the Stillness of Nature, because it helped me 'remember,' and some four-legged friends.

It is a well known fact that the larger part of what we know, we learned from watching others.  One can only do this if you manage to be still - only in stillness can you concentrate and absorb.  This is an impossible task today - 'new' diseases keep popping up that make it impossible for some kids to learn and absorb in stillness.  They simply can't be still anymore - they run and fiddle like wind-up toys.  All thanks to ADD, ADHD and every other DD you can think of.  The concept of discipline has flown off to a far-off place.  Today the majority of kids learn everything they know and much more than what is good for them from the magic square old box.  The same one that I was warned against as a child - yes .... "it will fry your nuts, rot your brain and you'll get square eyes if you sit to close to it."

Learning from people that live 'close to the ground,' who themselves learned from those who respected the 'ancient ways' was possibly one of the most valuable experiences of my life.  These people, traditional black and Bushmen people together with the teaching capability of Nature and some four-legged friends all have something in common.  It is teaching without any expectations, judgement or questions ...... without ego - it is an ancient code of patience, a natural flow of knowledge and experience.  Something that just is, always was and always will be.  I can remember the total calmness of my mind, no hesitation, no nervousness, no fear in asking questions - a total willingness to absorb and to learn.

What a shock it was to enter the 'learning procedures' of the modern world.  Some gadget, book or extremely 'clever' person will give you that edge.  There were books, methods, pills, the canes of teachers and pressure of all sorts that 'pointed', fairly forcefully to the new way of learning.

"If you don't master this, you'll be nothing ... you can't do that, because there's no future in it ... why do you read that? ... how dare you think that? ... no you can't do anything with your hands, that is what black people are for ... if you don't go to Sunday school every Sunday and pass your religious exam, you'll never get a job ... there is only one way of mastering this, you'll do it my way."

I quickly learned that asking questions only caused more questions directed at you.  A straight answer was out of the question most of the times.  If a question asked was a little bit out of the 'comfort zone' of the teacher - you might get your ear pulled off or caned.

I can remember a teacher telling us that we must all go the coming weekend and spread the word of God to the black people .. "you must make fishermen out of these people" - based on the Bible story.  As a child of about 8, I could not understand this kind of responsibility and it was just a plain stupid idea to me, because of all the time we'll waste doing it.  I dared to suggest the following: How about we all go out and invite all the black people to the school hall, then she and the headmaster can tell them all about God and fisherman coming Monday.  I was not sarcastic, I really thought that we'll attract hundreds if not thousands of black people and they'll love to listen to knowledgeable adults telling them about God.  As a kid without much experience and not really understanding God's ways - no one was going to listen to me anyway. This way we could achieve so much more in a short amount of time.

Of course I was giving a hiding for suggesting such a thing - that was the 'apartheid' years and just thinking about inviting black people to our school was a big no-no.  After the break I was called to the headmasters office .... I learned bloody fast not to express my ideas anymore.

You asked a question and the immediate reaction was, no you can't, why do you think about something like that, it is a waste of time or you might even get an immediate thrashing.  Knowledge, I learned was not universal, it was linked and channeled to a certain mindset.  You dare to think out of that little square and you'll be pulled in the mouth.

I quickly learned that knowledge was a very personal and private thing - I had to find another way of learning about interesting things.  Basically, I quickly learned to sort everything out myself and not to trust what others told me.  Try everything and keep the good close to your heart.  It is ironic, because that is basically what the Bible teaches us - unfortunately our so called modern teachers (during my childhood, all fairly religious) missed that part.

The last 10 years of my life, I've been 'itching' to learn again - in Stillness and from our greatest teachers.  God knows, I tried the other ways - most of which completely removed me from my roots.  I learned that there is an ancient code of learning locked within us, it is not out there.  Some things out there help us to remember.  It is a gut feeling - a feeling we were taught to ignore by our 'modern teachers.'  Gut feelings, your instincts, you Inner Voice - they belong to the primitive, to the ancient and not to 'movers and shakers.'  We are taught that if you want to get somewhere in life - the plastic fish pond with the red garden gnome and white picket fence .... you must follow the masses and totally disregard your most inner feelings and 'gut' instincts.

I might be very different, but give me a rocky hill with a tree ... a view any day - it helps me remember.  You're most welcome to keep the garden gnome and picket fence ... if it really makes you happy ........... because it helps you to forget ...........

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Afrikaner Boer and the African Bushmen.

It is a scientific fact that all humans today are genetically linked to the Bushmen from Southern Africa.  The Bushmen have changed very little and there are still small groups of them with a lifestyle very similar to the ancient life of the original man.  'The others' have changed dramatically - the further they traveled around the world, the more 'advanced' they became - or so it seems.

Something very unique happened in Southern Africa in the middle 1600's - something very different from the other so-called colonized continents.  I am talking about North America, New Zealand and Australia.  In these countries the colonizers were met by the natives on the beach.  It is well known that the only 'natives' the Dutch met on the beach (Cape Town) were Hottentots (Southern African Bushmen) - THERE WERE NO BLACKS.  The first blacks were only 'discovered' further north along the east coast of South Africa, nearly a full 100 years later - more or less the same time Captain Cook met the Aboriginals in Australia.

We can then safely assume that my ancestors were the first to return to their place of origin, namely the southern tip of Africa - we were there before the blacks.  We were the first to have joined our original ancestors - the first back in the 'ancient country.'  We went 'walkabout' with others and we were the first to return.

Another interesting situation developed - again very, very different from the other colonized continents.  We DID NOT diminished or destroyed the 'natives' of Southern Africa.  In all of these other continents you search hard to find a true native - they have nearly all gone - THEY ARE THE MINORITIES  in their own countries.  It is true that there are very few Bushmen left and it is true that my ancestors had an impact on their already limited numbers.  It is also well known that the true destruction of the African Bushmen everywhere in Africa was due to the blacks that slowly moved southwards in Africa.  They nearly wiped the Bushmen of the face of the earth - the Bushmen were forced into the desert and remote areas of southern Africa.

You can visit South Africa and Namibia today and find true and pure tribes with their traditions in tact - none of these mixed blood 'tribes' that 'survived the onslaughts in the 'other continents.'  In Southern Africa a Boer is a Boer - not half white and a Zulu is a Zulu, not a half Xhosa or half black.

Today there are around 40 million blacks in South Africa, around 4 million whites - very, very few African Bushmen.  The literacy levels and life expectancy is much higher than in these so called other continents.  That is if you compare apples with apples - quite a job if you take into account that most of the Afrikaners were illiterate themselves in the beginning of the 1900's.

Today the Afrikaner is on the genocide list - his final 'payment' for not following the trends set by his white counterparts in America, New Zealand and Australia - which was to destroy the numbers and cultures of the Natives.  The African Bushmen the original man - our true ancestors with the true ancient knowledge should've been on the genocide list centuries ago.  Their genocide, mostly by black governments all over Africa, still continues.  Our 'human brothers' all over the world sit and do nothing - instead their mighty Queen knighted Robert Mugabe, soon after he slaughtered 30 000 Matabele men, women and children with the help of the North Koreans.  They give honorary degrees and support to dictators all over the word.  They created characters like Osama Bin Laden and they point fingers at the previous governments of Rhodesia and Southern Africa, while they still bathe in the Soup of Success of their own 'prosperous histories' - so-called success on the broken backs of the dwindling destroyed original 'native' people.

It is a shame that both the original man (the African Bushmen) our real connection with the origin of humanity and the Afrikaner who re-discovered and joined him are threatened 'tribes' today - with very little representation in Southern Africa.

It is a long shot, but I can't help the following comparison.  The 'Ego' fears the 'Inner Self' - it can't function or survive in the light of the 'Inner Self.'  Today the 'egocentric West' fears the ancient man and his return to the ancient ways/place - they'd rather see it completely wiped off the face of the earth - totally destroyed.  All while they look the other way, now clinging to the few stalks they have left.  Today the West are weak and continues to weaken - struggling to look the rest of the world in the eye.  The 'connection' with the ancient ways and their ancestors are all gone - they float like white foam, lost in a dark ocean.

Both the Bushmen and the Afrikaner continues to fight for his place in the world - a place in Southern Africa where we truly belong- our place in the sun.

The Mannerism of the Split Soul.

There’s a story of an explorer who traveled madly from one edge of South America to the other, getting up before dawn every day and pushing his crew until after sundown. One morning, as he was getting ready for yet another day of busy exploration, his native porters failed to appear. The explorer found them all seated under a tree, not doing anything in particular, but looking as if they were settled in for the better part of the day. He approached them impatiently and demanded an explanation. One of the porters then matter-of-factly replied, “We have traveled far and we have traveled fast. Now we must allow time for our souls to catch up with our bodies.”

 I think most people are two within: the one is the 'Inner Self,' connected with All out there and the other, the one born in this life with this body and name.  The latter is very occupied with getting to 'places' - loves to label everything and everyone and clings to the familiar.  Absolutely fears the  'Inner Self' and any form of 'connectedness' - because that means the death of the so-called ego.

It is possible that most of us suffer from this terrible affliction - our bodies running away from the soul, mostly because we are very confused.  We are not sure which one is which - 'who' is running the show at this very moment - therefore the 'split soul.'  Only when we connect with our 'Inner Self' and therefore to Nature - we can recognize 'the other' for what it really is.

My stepfather was a good example of the 'split soul theory.'  In the house, amongst 'civilization' he basically never spoke to me - no communication or sharing at all, except when I did something wrong of course. In nature, he was a different person - a completely different person.  Although his 'teaching' methods were a bit 'unconventional' - he taught me a lot and I had no choice, but to learn hard and fast.  This was always the way in Africa - no time to fool around.  I think in Nature - his soul had time to catch up with his body.

Another good example, is the 'walkabout' situation of the Australian Aboriginal - a new word for me, but a very familiar situation.  On the 'stations' it is well known for Aboriginals 'to go walkabout' - this might be for a week or a couple of years.  No one knows except for the person undertaking the journey.  I'm well known for going 'walkabout' every now and then - in body, mind and soul.

 A few definitions: 

Walkabout: An expression from the Aboriginal culture - when Aboriginal Australians 'go on walkabout', they undertake a spiritual journey to renew their relationship with their Dreaming and the Landscape.  The land is their life, their mother, their way, nourishment and their spiritual connectedness.

When an individual goes on a Walkabout, it is different for different people.  It can be a walk to where they originated or a walk to where they are part of the land (and the land part of them) - a place of 'Sacred Belongingness.' 

Walkabout refers to a rite of passage during which male Australian Aborigines would undergo a journey during adolescence and live in the wilderness for a period as long as six months. In this practice they would trace the paths, or "songlines", that their people's ceremonials ancestors took, and imitate, in a fashion, their heroic deeds. 

Walkabout: A temporary return to traditional Aboriginal life, taken especially between periods of work or residence in modern society and usually involving a period of travel through the bush.

There is a reason why we 'take holidays' and 'visit' so called Third World countries, National Parks, the sea, river systems and remote areas. These are all places where our 'souls' can catch up with our bodies - we have to do this, because we have separated ourselves - not only from our 'Inner Self,' but also from Nature.  We are stuck in places with an abundance of mental and urban noise - 'stillness' and 'connectedness' is something the majority of people don't understand anymore.

Only in Stillness, connected to Nature, can we Connect with our Souls and 'Remember' again - this is the Path of the Ancient Way.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Origin of Instinctive Archery.

Recent scientific studies suggest that we are all genetically related to the African Bushmen.  Very recently the oldest arrow heads (64 000 years old) were found in South Africa.  I think it is fairly safe to suggest that the origin of the bow & arrow all started with the African Bushmen in Southern Africa.

Bushmen Hunter:

I was very fortunate to grew up in northern Namibia (Kavango region of Southwest Africa) during the '70's, experiencing instinctive archery and hunting basically as it was practiced for thousands of years.

What many people don't realise is that archery in Southern Africa is not only practiced by the Bushmen, but also by some African tribes.  In the Ovambo, Kavango, Caprivi, Botswana and Angola regions - bow hunting practiced by black tribes are quite common.

The Bushman bow and arrow is very unique - both bow and arrow are very small.  The purpose of the Bushman bow is to transfer a small poisonous 'dart' to the target/prey.  These little arrows don't have any feathers, it is a bare reed shaft with a arrow tip that is very loosely attached to the shaft - often by a porcupine quill.  The triangular tip of the arrow is the size of the average pinky nail - extremely small.

Bushman arrows:

 The draw weight of these small bows are just enough to force the arrow tip into the flesh of the prey animal.  As soon as the animal rubs on a tree or bush to remove the arrow, the reed shaft separate from the tip, which is then securely lodged - leaving the poison to do its work.  The finding of the reed shaft indicates that the animal was hit and tracking can begin.  Due to the small size of the arrow head, very little blood can be found.  Depending on the type of poison, blood is usually found in the urine of the prey animal.

I have never hunted with these bow and arrows.  These are very short range weapons and only the Bushmen with their extraordinary stalking skills can get that close to various antelope species.

In some parts of Southern Africa, heavier bows with non-poisonous arrows are used by both Africans and Bushmen.  The arrow heads are much larger and can be of various shapes and sizes.

I found this article and photos (by Rulan Heunis):

These arrows were all fledged, except for the arrows used in bow fishing.  The arrow shafts are made of wood (larger game) or reeds (hunting fish and birds).

 None of the bows I used or saw had arrow rests, hand grips or nocking points (on the string).  Shooting was purely instinctive and arrows held between thumb & pointing finger or between pointing & middel finger.

I have never seen any targets or anyone 'practice shooting' at targets.  Kids had little bows and their target practice was hunting - mostly shooting at small fish species in swallow water.  Later when heavier bows can be handled, they upgrade to hunting birds and small mammals.

As a child I started hunting with these little black archers - spending countless days hunting Tilapia & Catfish in the Kavango river.  Later we 'upgraded' to hunting pigeons, finches, pheasants & guinea-fowl or the odd hare.

It is difficult to describe the skill of these hunters.  It is as if they become the bow, arrow and prey animal - all at the same time.  I always got the feeling that it was their only arrow, the last arrow and the last opportunity - the 'energy' and concentration that went into each shot could be felt/sensed at a distance.

Something else that contributed to this 'energy' was the absolute time and love it took to make one single arrow.  I have seen hunters searching for days to find one arrow.  I have seen hunters burning down a large dense bush area to find a single metal arrow head.  All of these were carefully handcrafted, the feathers attached to the arrow with the sinews found in the tail of the spring hare. Arrows were never shot for fun, each shot was very carefully weighed.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

How It All Began

I was born in South Africa and after the early death of my father, I found myself in Southwest Africa (Namibia) with a new stepfather.

Although we lived in Windhoek (capital city of Namibia), he worked in the Kavango (northern border) for extended periods of time.  I have memories of watching him pack his vehicle with fishing rods, rifles, sleeping rolls and a whole case of black African pots (camp ovens).  He always had a black Kavango man (named Florian) with him - a sort of 'camp' hand.  When he came back from his trips, this black man, stayed with us - working in the garden and doing odd jobs until the next trip.

For some reason, I was fairly isolated - can't remember having friends.  I think I lived in my own little world.  The life of this Kavango man, in a far-off place combined with my stepfathers adventurous trips and stories awakened something in me.  I have clear memories of me sitting in the sun, listening to all the stories this wonderful black man told me as a child - he never got bored with all my questions.

My first year at school in Windhoek was a nightmare - I hated every moment of it and that hate never left me.  School was an alien place - I never ever belonged, I never fitted.  Absolutely nothing made sense to me - I could smell the 'apartheid' (separateness) of mind, body and soul everywhere in the communities I lived.  There was no 'connectedness,' just a big emptiness.  My world was 'somewhere' outside of that, I longed for a connection with that 'something' out there.  I could feel it and smell it.

In 1976 we moved to the Kavango and this move brought me closer to the 'connection' I was so desperately searching for.  My first friends were black, which caused a lot of problems for me - I was actually given a nickname: "Kaffertjie" (basically means a small Kaffir).  I can remember many fist fights, blood, sweat and tears.

My first friend in the Kavango was a black Kwangali named Gabriël.  I can remember him sleeping on the floor of my room.  If you take into account the 'apartheid years' and the mentality at the time - it was unheard of.  My black friends would walk with me to school and wait outside the gates for me - during the breaks I would leave the school grounds and play outside with them.  After school they'll wait for me and we would disappear into the bush - we fished, hunted birds and small game.  It is here where my fascination with archery started.

In the seventies, the black kids walked around with shorts only - western styled clothing was a luxury and shoes something nobody could afford.  I quickly got rid of my shirt and refused to wear shoes.  I can remember the beatings at school and at home - most of my rugby and sport photos from those years shows an only white boy without a shirt and no shoes.  The sun very quickly turned me into a very dark colour and I think that contributed to my nickname, Kaffertjie.

This strong urge of mine, to be 'out there' and not 'belonging' in the community I was born in - was heavily frowned upon.  The attempts of the community to tame the 'wild beast' within me just made things worse - I developed a fairly rebellious nature.

I've always lived somewhere in the shadows between the 'modern' and the 'ancient.'  This caused a definite split within me - a split in body, mind and soul.  Today I think it is possible to marry the two, unfortunately we are slowly loosing the 'ancient ways.'  There are few people left today that can share this knowledge.  Even worse, there is still a strong push to destroy this knowledge.  We are busy loosing our connection and so many people and nations are completely lost.

The good news is, we don't need anyone to teach us - we all have it deep within us.  All we have to do is to remember and live as close to nature as we can.