ORB OF WOUNDED SOULS
by
Bret Burquest
ORB OF WOUNDED SOULS
Bret Burquest
F I R S T E D I T I O N
copyright @ 2011 Bret Burquest
All Rights Reserved
ISBN: 978-1-463708-30-6
ISBN: 1-4637-0830-0
COVER
Photo by M. D. Bergee
Bret Burquest (age 42) and Shadow (age 7 weeks)
in
Topanga, California (August, 1986)
CONTENTS
PART 1 -- The Sole Purpose
1) Junk and Luxury 7
2) Sum of our Actions 11
3) The Johnson Cult 14
4) Mirror Matter 18
5) Anarchy in West Virginia 21
6) The Zen of Happiness 25
7) The Secret 29
8) Manifest Destiny 32
9) The Lost Ark 35
10) Purity of Essence 38
11) Hence the Words 42
12) Dare to Fail 48
PART 2 -- Everything Happens
1) Moose on the Loose 52
2) Chocolate 56
3) Folly of Optimism 60
4) Leap Seconds 64
5) Being It 68
6) Long Snapper 73
7) The Greedy Bully 77
8) A Noble Person 81
9) Road to Toluca Lake 84
10) Kinky in Texas 87
11) 11 Dimensions of Humdrum 91
12) Mystical Numbers 95
PART 3 -- The Most Dangerous Man
1) Followers of Followers 103
2) Three Great Fears 106
3) A Paralysis of Resolve 112
4) Where to Live and Die 116
5) Haunted National Parks 123
6) Three Health Tips 128
7) Hoop Hysteria 138
8) Strawberry Fields Forever 140
9) Drifting Southwest 144
10) Toxic Success 146
11) Christmas Myths 150
12) Time Traveler 154
PART 4 -- The Storm of Life
1) The Ice Beast 158
2) King of the Wild Frontier 162
3) Burning Man 166
4) Mailbox Molesters 170
5) Two Years of Conscription 174
6) Above and Beyond the Call 186
7) Republic Lost 194
8) Thinning the Herd 198
9) Pursuit of Wisdom 201
10) Writing a Novel 203
11) The Flow 206
12) Memories of Past Futures 212
About the Author 218
PART 1
The Sole Purpose
"The sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being."
Carl Jung (1875 - 1961)
Junk and Luxury
"Now that we are poor, we are free."
Sitting Bull
One of the fastest ways to fail in life is to work so hard your manager will think you're after his job.
In 1976, one year before our semi-blissful marriage of five years and two days, my ex-wife and I went on a sailing adventure in the West Indies.
We paid good money to be deckhands on a 248-foot, four-mast schooner, island-hopping the Leeward Islands of St. Martins, St. Barts, St Eustatius, St. Kitts and Nevis for two weeks.
After a few days, we hooked up with a couple from Philadelphia and a couple from Alaska.
One day the six of us were wandering the neighborhood back streets of a town on Nevis. Some of the locals were sitting on the front porches of their modest houses, playing dominoes or watching the tourists pass by.
The couple from Philadelphia (liberals) mentioned how poor everyone seemed and suggested there should be an influx of government money to help everyone out.
The couple from Alaska (conservatives) wondered why no one seemed to be working very hard and suggested an influx of private industry to kick-start the economy.
My ex-wife was too busy looking for a shop where she could buy some more useless junk to notice anything.
However, I noticed and wondered if I was the only sane person in the group. Everyone I saw along the street appeared to be perfectly content in their existence. You could see the happiness in the twinkle in their eyes.
It was beyond my comprehension why anyone would want to barge in and spoil a perfectly desirable way of life.
Apparently, there's a big difference between liberals and conservatives and relatively sane human beings.
On the Orb of Wounded Souls, being enslaved by dependency on government handouts or being enslaved by becoming a cog in the giant economic engine of production and consumption (mindless growth) are both forms of enslavement.
Clearly, there must be a more reasonable way of life.
Once upon a time in America, the Europeans had not yet arrived to spoil a perfectly desirable way of life.
There were indigenous folks (Native Americans) scattered throughout the continent, doing just fine until the white man arrived on the eastern shore, stuck a flag in the ground and declared it to be a "discovery."
Some of the indigenous folks had permanent settlements while others were hunter-gatherer nomads.
A hunter-gatherer society consisted of small bands of nomadic people who lived in an area where it was too harsh to allow permanent settlements. They survived by foraging for edible plants and wild animals. Basically, they wandered from one food source to another. Everything they owned, they carried on their backs.
One of the major areas of concentration of hunter-gatherer nomads was the Great Basin Desert area of the southwest (Wyoming, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, etc.).
These societies were part of the Shoshonean bands of Indians (Hopi, Piute, Mono, Comanche, Kawai, Panamint, Chemehuevi and others).
In an article titled THE ART OF NOTHING, Thomas J. Elpel declares, "Hunter-gatherer societies succeeded in working only one or two hours per day, yet in our efforts to reproduce their lifestyle we end up working all day."
Elpel is the director of Hollowtop Outdoor Primitive School in Montana and author of many books on survival.
According to Elpel, the hunter-gatherers "had a lot of time on their hands because they produced almost no material culture."
They basically sat around all day doing nothing. This helped conserve energy, an economical imperative so they wouldn't be forced to harvest more food each day to feed themselves.
They also produced no unnecessary material goods, including artwork. Whenever they were forced to move on, they needed to do so with a minimal of effort. They didn't want to be dragging junk or luxury items with them.
In our materialistic culture where the objective always seems to be growth, we love junk and luxury. Often they're the same thing.
We work 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year, just to stay even.
In fact, we're less than even since our national debt is in the multiple trillions and continually rising.
But we're too busy "getting ahead" to notice.
So, you can be a go-getter and spin your wheels in pursuit of junk and luxury -- or you can be a do-nothing and observe the folly of the go-getters as they work harder and harder while getting deeper and deeper in debt.
Work is something you do because it's necessary for survival.
Work you do beyond that is called a burden.
Instead of continually clamoring for jobs, jobs, jobs, we should make quality of life our common objective. This would include a shorter work-week, less government control, less monetary insanity, less military adventurism, etc.
The corporate world wants everyone working at full capacity to maximize profits.
The government wants everyone working at full capacity to maximize tax revenues.
Financial institutions want everyone working in order to perpetuate their credit schemes to expand their control of the monetary system.
The military-industrial complex wants a world of bloody conflict to justify their costly existence.
