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Gone to the Other Side (Message Left on Truck Window) (FILLER)
Gone to the Other Side
May never return
Already There
A bear... or cold air... will get me.
I am strong, but not that strong.
First Aid stuff is in the brown box under the dishes. Camp fuel, propane, batteries, etc are in the box to your right. Drinking water is in the blue container (not in the pail). Dry clothes are in the big rubber maid container. Food is located behind the rubber maid in cans, and in the white containers. Some books are at the back as well. In the cab of the truck there is a hardware set, maps, tire repair kit and air pump, as well as garbage and dirty laundry. $60 is located in the wallet in the black pouch with zippers. The keys to the cab and the back are located under the duct tape.
My body will probably be in the valley 1-2km from here, or anywhere along the peaks bordering White Fox Creek.
Refrain from taking stuff you want or don't need. But if not, I don't really care, for I have already Found what I was looking for and the only thing that would make any sense to me right now is death. I can't go on. I can't write. I can't see people as just separate people anymore. Let it be known that I know what Jesus meant by being Alive when you are dead to the world. I discovered this halfway through my fast here. I cannot handle the Infinite in this form, I have no choice anymore.
May never return
Already There
A bear... or cold air... will get me.
I am strong, but not that strong.
First Aid stuff is in the brown box under the dishes. Camp fuel, propane, batteries, etc are in the box to your right. Drinking water is in the blue container (not in the pail). Dry clothes are in the big rubber maid container. Food is located behind the rubber maid in cans, and in the white containers. Some books are at the back as well. In the cab of the truck there is a hardware set, maps, tire repair kit and air pump, as well as garbage and dirty laundry. $60 is located in the wallet in the black pouch with zippers. The keys to the cab and the back are located under the duct tape.
My body will probably be in the valley 1-2km from here, or anywhere along the peaks bordering White Fox Creek.
Refrain from taking stuff you want or don't need. But if not, I don't really care, for I have already Found what I was looking for and the only thing that would make any sense to me right now is death. I can't go on. I can't write. I can't see people as just separate people anymore. Let it be known that I know what Jesus meant by being Alive when you are dead to the world. I discovered this halfway through my fast here. I cannot handle the Infinite in this form, I have no choice anymore.
Published 13th Apr 2015
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13th Apr 2015 9:41am
15th Apr 2015 2:04am
Years later I was on a bus trip and befriended a group of wandering First Nation residents in the Canadian city of Winnipeg with the peace offering of a 40 of Vodka and quarter of BC Bud, and as I parted ways with them hours later about to step woozily back onto the horrid Greyhound, I demanded they see me off by each writing in my spiral notebook a grand wise saying of their elders, and the one fellow quite incapable of speaking a full sentence at that point wrote: "The Bear will always be there..."
So alas, that particular bear on the hike around the range didn't get me then, but there is always one still out there waiting, I will have to face him one of these days, overcome the Fear, if I am to be granted passage over to the Next Lands...
So alas, that particular bear on the hike around the range didn't get me then, but there is always one still out there waiting, I will have to face him one of these days, overcome the Fear, if I am to be granted passage over to the Next Lands...
15th Apr 2015 2:36am
At this point in my roadtrip saga, being the Destination, I had stopped at a point along the gravelly Dempster Highway several hundred kilometers above the Arctic Circle in July, put the truck into 4high and crawled over a few clicks away onto a small shale-stone foothill before this majestic range of about 2000 foot vertical treeless mountains, and camped there for roughly 38-39 days, not taking any count of the time and remaining in complete vocal silence throughout...
I spent the time wandering the hillside, collecting water, stirring instant rice, meditating, playing sitar, sleeping, fasting, praying, writing, crying for humanity and running from mosquitoes...
This writing was what I posted on the window of my truck when I decided to leave the camp and go on a 35km looping jaunt along the ridgelines of the nearby mountains, so at the onset I had to pass through a muskeg lowland and at the end, cross back via a forested river area with scat and claw mark evidences...
The two day hike went by without incident, but a week(?) or so later a small skinny Grizzly came up from the river valley, probably 2 or 3 years old, came by the truck within a hundred feet or so, while I was in a sleep induced state of mild hallucinogen, I had foolishly left my defence sword leaning outside, so all I thought to do was bark loudly like a vicious dog... the bear sniffed and went on its way...
Other than that verbal outpouring and the occasional expletive cursed out when the mosquitoes got under the cuffs (when the winds blew weakly from the southwest I had to jog backwards while taking a pee to avoid bitten death...), I did not utter a single human word for that whole time...
When I returned to civilization after that... well, you can see what resulted...
I spent the time wandering the hillside, collecting water, stirring instant rice, meditating, playing sitar, sleeping, fasting, praying, writing, crying for humanity and running from mosquitoes...
This writing was what I posted on the window of my truck when I decided to leave the camp and go on a 35km looping jaunt along the ridgelines of the nearby mountains, so at the onset I had to pass through a muskeg lowland and at the end, cross back via a forested river area with scat and claw mark evidences...
The two day hike went by without incident, but a week(?) or so later a small skinny Grizzly came up from the river valley, probably 2 or 3 years old, came by the truck within a hundred feet or so, while I was in a sleep induced state of mild hallucinogen, I had foolishly left my defence sword leaning outside, so all I thought to do was bark loudly like a vicious dog... the bear sniffed and went on its way...
Other than that verbal outpouring and the occasional expletive cursed out when the mosquitoes got under the cuffs (when the winds blew weakly from the southwest I had to jog backwards while taking a pee to avoid bitten death...), I did not utter a single human word for that whole time...
When I returned to civilization after that... well, you can see what resulted...
15th Apr 2015 12:25pm
That's taking the hard road to self discovery, but damn. Fascinating journey.
17th Apr 2015 8:02am
Alive to tell the tale, not sure if I liked all that I learned of myself, I may have to return some day...
16th Apr 2015 2:23am
Chronicles of the road and off-road. Philisophical, and then your comment was a gripping read.
17th Apr 2015 8:12am
Made it back in half (one piece still out there...). Upon returning to civility I had lost some cultivation and was a little too much for some people at times, I was fearful of night and closed roofs...
But alas, I still keep to one lane, most of the time, and obediently follow the rules of the road, so you need not worry for your children crossing the street as I roll up to the intersection (I had 2nd highest mark in driver's ed class and I am one of the few western world motorists who actually come to a complete full-tire stop at all urban stop signs, even correctly before the white stop bar...)...
But alas, I still keep to one lane, most of the time, and obediently follow the rules of the road, so you need not worry for your children crossing the street as I roll up to the intersection (I had 2nd highest mark in driver's ed class and I am one of the few western world motorists who actually come to a complete full-tire stop at all urban stop signs, even correctly before the white stop bar...)...
6th Mar 2016 9:41am
Here's a GOOGLE EARTH view of the White Fox Vale, I camped out on the top of one of the small hills in the foreground with the mountain range in the background:
https://www.google.ca/maps/@66.8665874,-136.3633441,469a,20y,90h,82.73t/data=!3m1!1e3
https://www.google.ca/maps/@66.8665874,-136.3633441,469a,20y,90h,82.73t/data=!3m1!1e3
