Walking alone under a starry moonlit sky, late at night with nothing but nature around, I come to know that the elusive “first human” is closer than I had thought. Leaving aside the paved road I walk on… seeing the lights from houses through the trees, and more blinking across the harbor when I reach the shore… I come to an intuition that my original nature is within breathing distance.
The root-man I am looking for is not there in the literature or campaign list, but my own nature, the blank slate of my power of choice, the fresh future which still holds all the potentials of the past, and more, yet to be imagined.
What if it is possible to strip away all the layers of historical baggage: the progress and trauma, conditioning and programming, education and received wisdom, media static and social media obsession… and find the roots, right now.
Standing on the earth, in this moment, who is this human, at heart?
The roots might be racial, ethnic, or family history. They certainly are. They are all the experiences piled on the little human growing up. Still, there was a core of innocence, a newborn possibility. Where is that possibility now? Is it still alive, inside?
It might take the shape of a career wish, a personality type, even a vision quest. Is that the real you, at this moment?
The problem is that what we think of the roots only go so far, as our concepts of them determine. We can explore beyond the idiosyncrasies of our root assumptions to find the soil that nourishes them and receives them back, in time.
The above limitation should not invite cancelation: of any natural-born gender, or race, or condition, in the name of some all-amorphous rainbow of humanity. Roots indeed are to be celebrated, embraced, and practiced with devotion. Keeping in mind not the fixations of form, or the artifacts of ritual; as these are not the point, but just the trappings en route to the real ground of potential.
So who are we meant to be? If we can imagine how deep our heart can beat today, we might then experience the beginning again, and breathe into who we might become.
We will peer beneath the roots to ask, what can we learn from the soil?
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Walking alone under a starry moonlit sky, late at night with nothing but nature around, I come to know that the elusive “first human” is closer than I had thought. Leaving aside the paved road I walk on… seeing the lights from houses through the trees, and more blinking across the harbor when I reach the shore… I come to an intuition that my original nature is within breathing distance.
In light of our history of conquest, to look for what we’ve lost may not be a winning proposition. Maybe we’ve never yet found that state of bliss that we imagine; rather it has remained a calling from before time…
Maybe in plural, the “we” of a social utopia is the wrong way to look at it, whether in past societies or futuristic visions. The reason I felt so close to that presence of originality, of natural human, was walking alone, with no social static, compromise, ritual, small talk, obligation, or shared agenda. Maybe all the communal and economic models are flawed from the outset, attempting to find perfection in our unpredictable chaos and predictable foibles. And all the while the primal power we seek to uncover is nothing but a pure, unadulterated relation with the natural world.
The root-man I am looking for is not there in the literature or campaign list, but my own nature, the blank slate of my power of choice, the fresh future which still holds all the potentials of the past, and more, yet to be imagined.
In this essay I have moved from seeking integrity in specific roots of the past, to recognition of an original state of being that is available in present consciousness. Yet that state too, even while anticipating an available future, is insufficient to capture the essence of human freedom.
Our original nature is accessible yet elusive: to pin it down to a static form is incomplete. Perhaps our most defining attribute is to found in our adaptability, flexibility, and freedom to change: a dynamic rather than a fixed identity.
We arrive, ready for what comes. This opening, an invitation, an incantation.
In the new truth ritual, we hereby unspell our despair over ancient battles, and the global wars of our recent ancestors… hereby release the rotting edifice of Western Empire (the “Empire of Lies”) built of campaigns of greed and destruction.
‘The circles behind the Great War and the Great Reset have such loathsome and malign intentions that they can effectively be described as evil. Against this dark force, we therefore need to channel the light... to enshrine and radiate all that we love about the life that they want to steal from us: our belonging to nature, our friendships, our local traditions, our romances, our dreams, our sense of joy at being ourselves, in our own bodies, in our own communities.’ —Paul Cedenec (Winter Oak), A Crime Against Humanity: The Great Reset Of 1914–1918
The hard part is to identify with those conquered peoples, raped or slaughtered, captured as slaves. Gone is the past of our native village; the future of our people or of our own choosing.
We are survivors, as we have acquiesced. We have chosen neither to fight or to die. Thus we arrive at the New World Order.
‘[Before WWI], free-thinking young people, gathering notably at Ascona in Switzerland, were rejecting the cold machineries of modernity and dreaming of an alternative world based on free communities and harmony with nature. This was a powerful counterculture, a rebellion against the extinction of life and happiness which was being ruthlessly inflicted by the industrial empire of greed and profit under the false flag of “progress”.
‘But this blossoming of hope was crushed and buried in the deliberately pre-planned slaughter of the Great War. Not just hopes for the future, but connections to the past were blasted into smithereens by the shells and machine-guns on the fields of France.
‘The war represented a sudden acceleration of “modernisation”, the process by which human beings are torn from all their belonging and turned into helpless and isolated victims of a rapacious system of exploitation.’ —Paul Cudenec (Winter Oak), A Crime Against Humanity: The Great Reset Of 1914–1918
Past projection, present conditions… What does the future hold? Is it in our hands, our minds, our spirits, or out of our control? Are we mere victims or automatons, juggled like gameboy data across a playing screen? To say so makes it not so. We see what we have become and we know we must become more. Evolve or die. Go deeper. Where is the essence?
Flow beyond sets us free.
We observe the looping iterations of the rogue operating system, and decide to fire the staff of engineers, strip them of their security codes.
We chart the spelling in and out of charms of understanding, dancing in illusion.
We recognize as mind marionettes, our rendering of life and the world.
So be it, we go forward, beyond past and future projection into the heart of the now, and now again.
