“Words are sacred, they deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.” ~ Tom Stoppard
The short poem, “A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force” by Aubrey Marcus, had words that nudged the world a little. This article digs a little deeper into the wild man concept, unearthing the sacred masculine that has been buried by modern culture.
Unfortunately, the wild heart of the modern man has mostly been smothered to the point of a tiny inaudible howl, pulsing at the core of mankind. But for those of us who can still hear that howl, there is still a chance that the wild man can be dug out of the layer upon layer of cultural conditioning and statist brainwashing that has turned him to a domesticated and codependent animal that is indirectly destroying life on this planet.
1) You are no poodle to lay groomed at anybody’s feet
“Life is either a great adventure, or nothing.” ~ Helen Keller
You are not built for animal husbandry. You are an animal, feral and fierce, but you are your own animal. You cannot cannot be owned.
You are in touch with your inner wild nature which cannot be tamed. Your inner wolf’s howl is loud and clear and cannot be silenced by such superfluity as domestication or petty cultural diatribes.
Your senses are keen, for you simply allow the soft animal part of your body to love what it must love and let go of, or even forgive what it hates.
You understand that the wild man is an ancient archetype shared by all cultures.
It is a sacred interdependence understood and deciphered by the individual soul. You have understood and deciphered it, and therefore cannot be hoodwinked or conned into reducing your wolf-like nature into that of a domesticated poodle.
2) You are a wolf that fetches the bones of truth
“When you see a new trail, or a footprint you do not know, follow it to the point of knowing.” ~ Sioux Proverb
The truth is out there, vibrating to the rhythm of an ancient drum. And you are hot on its trail, dragging the certainty of your blind culture through the sand like too-heavy baggage.
Luckily, the closer you get to the truth the more you shed the superfluity of the outdated and unsustainable cultural baggage and the clearer things become.
The crisper your howl is in the moonlit air. And though there are mountainous sand dunes and treacherous abysses that will inevitably set you back, you know that you will always keep going, clawing, tooth and nail, through the “hole of the cosmic black” and back again if need be, in order to discover the ever elusive bones of truth.
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