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Wild brown bear surprises unsuspecting man by sitting next to him during camping

The McNeil River in Alaska is famous for congregation of brown bears. The area was designated by the authority as a wildlife sanctuary in 1967 and enlarged it in 1993. McNeil River State Game Sanctuary is one of the few places in the world that allow visitors to experience a close encounter with the…

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9 hours ago

Intothewild

Bat shit crazy!

These are times like no other. In reality no time is like any other, for everything is always in flux, forever changing. Often however humans don’t notice it so much in our hum drum mediocrity of manicured lives, selling our souls to put bread on the table and pay the bills. But for once the saying is pretty accurate, things have gone bat shit crazy!

Let’s start at the beginning, by looking at how this most likely started., we can see that humanity’s relationship with the natural world has become untenable. Yes, there are various theories whether it is man-made or not? In reality, whatever way we look at it, it is man-made, whether from a wild animal market in Wuhan or. a bat biting a scientist in some top-secret lab, either way its humans screwing around with the natural world that started this whole fiasco.

I don’t know if you’ve been to China, it’s a beautiful country, with an incredible culture, yet with a very dubious food culture when it comes to wild animals. When I went with my Mum 7 years ago, we never really knew what we were ordering as most menus were in Chinese, which is fair enough. But it would get dicey.

The final straw for me was when I ordered a soup and it came full of tiny baby frogs, let’s just say, not my cup of green tea. I spend the rest of the trip eating mainly French fries and plain noodles, I was literally scared to eat. I lost a fair few pounds on that soiree. In the market were caged dogs, ready to eat, cats, pangolins, monkeys and all sorts of animals, it was and still is desperately sad. There seems to be no limit to what’s on the menu.

They reckon that this disease probably came from a bat or pangolin. Pangolin is one of the most trafficked animals in the world because they are used in Chinese traditional medicine for a variety of ailments including excessive anxiety and hysterical crying in children, women thought to be possessed by devils and ogres,. Now they are critically endangered.

As for eating bats. Even next door in Tibet it's worth noting that eating bats was forbidden as early as the 8th century, being identified as a source of disease and toxicity during the time of Trisong Detsen: It seems kind of obvious it’s not cool to eat bats, but humans in their greed and stupidity will do anything it seems. The first thing that should happen if we have any sense, is to shut the wild animal markets down, to stop the crazy slaughter and cruelty that creates a terror like Corvid - 19 in the first place.

But this is not just about the markets in Wuhan, even though China should take some responsibility for this chaos. What the Chinese government did in Tibet and continues to do, is a genocide that no country wants to talk about. Its hid under the prayer mat of history, easily forgotten because countries just care about trade and profit, not about the countless lives of the nameless.

Our culture is no different, consuming everything in its path, we act like hungry ghosts eating everything like locusts. We wander the different realms, swallowing up anything our insatiable egos can grasp, to try and find some sense of satisfaction or fulfilment for a brief moment before we are off for the next meal. Watching the crazy arse Tiger King on Netflix was no different, the cruel and degenerate redneck culture in the good ole US of A is as ruthless. It doesn’t take much to see how despots like President Li or Trump get in power, ignorance and stupidity reign over these realms of samsara.

There are more captives Tigers in private ownership in the States than there are left in the wild, that’s how screwed up our society is. All these things, the cruel markets, treatment of wild animals in America, factory farms, multinational burger joints, arms sales, proxy wars, the list is endless are all the games of man.

Yet one thing is for sure, earth will be here long after these fragments of mind have fallen to dust. It will reincarnate itself in infinite forms, beyond the crazed games and struggles of man. It conjures one to reflect on the stupidity of man’s folly, his puffed-up arrogance, his fall into pride and narcissism. That like a tangled web, the simplicity of relationship is lost between man and earth and between ourselves as we cause the imagined realm of ego to be our illusory reference point.

Maybe this reflection that’s shining in our mirror right now, is showing us that we are the ones that are bat shit crazy! That we are the virus on the earth, that we have forgotten that we are nothing but embodiments of nature and through our clever but stupid little minds we forgot and imagined we were somehow separate, Creating gods and deities in our own image, we imagined we were kings and queens of the world. Only to be dethroned and humbled by the very nature that brought us here in the first place.

Maybe this is natures immunity, fighting back against the very humanity that threatens her very survival and much of the other species we share this planet with. Either way it’s not personal, nature is ruthless and savage in the primordial drive for survival. Maybe, just maybe we might learn from this, we might actually pay attention to the messages that are coming to us every day, from the bush fires and melting ice caps. Little did we care when we hear of other species and the earth being ravaged as we sip our coconut lattes over the Sunday papers.

Maybe this is our opportunity, our very survival is on the line, maybe it’s time to stop being so bat shit cray!

Deja Hu
...

Bat shit crazy!

These are times like no other. In reality no time is like any other, for everything is always in flux, forever changing. Often however humans don’t notice it so much in our hum drum mediocrity of manicured lives, selling our souls to put bread on the table and pay the bills. But for once the saying is pretty accurate, things have gone bat shit crazy!

Let’s start at the beginning, by looking at how this most likely started., we can see that humanity’s relationship with the natural world has become untenable. Yes, there are various theories whether it is man-made or not? In reality, whatever way we look at it, it is man-made, whether from a wild animal market in Wuhan or. a bat biting a scientist in some top-secret lab, either way its humans screwing around with the natural world that started this whole fiasco.

I don’t know if you’ve been to China, it’s a beautiful country, with an incredible culture, yet with a very dubious food culture when it comes to wild animals. When I went with my Mum 7 years ago, we never really knew what we were ordering as most menus were in Chinese, which is fair enough. But it would get dicey. 

The final straw for me was when I ordered a soup and it came full of tiny baby frogs, let’s just say, not my cup of green tea. I spend the rest of the trip eating mainly French fries and plain noodles, I was literally scared to eat. I lost a fair few pounds on that soiree. In the market were caged dogs, ready to eat, cats, pangolins, monkeys and all sorts of animals, it was and still is desperately sad. There seems to be no limit to what’s on the menu.  

They reckon that this disease probably came from a bat or pangolin. Pangolin is one of the most trafficked animals in the world because they are used in Chinese traditional medicine for a variety of ailments including excessive anxiety and hysterical crying in children, women thought to be possessed by devils and ogres,. Now they are critically endangered.

As for eating bats. Even next door in Tibet its worth noting that eating bats was forbidden as early as the 8th century, being identified as a source of disease and toxicity during the time of Trisong Detsen: It seems kind of obvious it’s not cool to eat bats, but humans in their greed and stupidity will do anything it seems.  The first thing that should happen if we have any sense, is to shut the wild animal markets down, to stop the crazy slaughter and cruelty that creates a terror like Corvid - 19 in the first place.

But this is not just about the markets in Wuhan, even though China should take some responsibility for this chaos. What the Chinese government did in Tibet and continues to do, is a genocide that no country wants to talk about. Its hid under the prayer mat of history, easily forgotten because countries just care about trade and profit, not about the countless lives of the nameless.

Our culture is no different, consuming everything in its path, we act like hungry ghosts eating everything like locusts. We wander the different realms, swallowing up anything our insatiable egos can grasp, to try and find some sense of satisfaction or fulfilment for a brief moment before we are off for the next meal.  Watching the crazy arse Tiger King on Netflix was no different, the cruel and degenerate redneck culture in the good ole US of A is as ruthless. It doesn’t take much to see how despots like President Li or Trump get in power, ignorance and stupidity reign over these realms of samsara. 

There are more captives Tigers in private ownership in the States than there are left in the wild, that’s how screwed up our society is. All these things, the cruel markets, treatment of wild animals in America, factory farms, multinational burger joints, arms sales, proxy wars, the list is endless are all the games of man. 

Yet one thing is for sure, earth will be here long after these fragments of mind have fallen to dust. It will reincarnate itself in infinite forms, beyond the crazed games and struggles of man. It conjures one to reflect on the stupidity of man’s folly, his puffed-up arrogance, his fall into pride and narcissism. That like a tangled web, the simplicity of relationship is lost between man and earth and between ourselves as we cause the imagined realm of ego to be our illusory reference point. 

Maybe this reflection that’s shining in our mirror right now, is showing us that we are the ones that are bat shit crazy! That we are the virus on the earth, that we have forgotten that we are nothing but embodiments of nature and through our clever but stupid little minds we forgot and imagined we were somehow separate, Creating gods and deities  in our own image, we imagined we were kings and queens of the world. Only to be dethroned and humbled by the very nature that brought us here in the first place.  

Maybe this is natures immunity, fighting back against the very humanity that threatens her very survival and much of the other species we share this planet with. Either way it’s not personal, nature is ruthless and savage in the primordial drive for survival. Maybe, just maybe we might learn from this, we might actually pay attention to the messages that are coming to us every day, from the bush fires and melting ice caps. Little did we care when we hear of other species and the earth being ravaged as we sip our coconut lattes over the Sunday papers. 

Maybe this is our opportunity, our very survival is on the line, maybe it’s time to stop being so bat shit cray!

Deja Hu

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Soory to intrude this post with personal matters, but are you receiving your emails? I've sent a few regarding the £290 I've spent on tickets and parking for beltane. We are unable to make summer and next year is uncertain

I love Tashi Norbu's art ❣️

We have lost touch with the earth and nature.

Samantha Wykes this ♥️

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1 week ago

Intothewild

The degree you are intimate with the unwanted within, is the degree that you are able to be intimate with another.

If you have not provided shelter for the darkness inside you, how will you ever hold the darkness of the Beloved?

Now is the time,
to remember that which really matters.
Do not threat over the shimmering future
Or regret the ashes from the past.

They are distractions from the task at hand.
To love more deeply,
to hold fiercely to this present moment.
Is our greatest gift.

This life is like a flash of lightning,
a dewdrop on a blade of grass.
Soon gone,
as the wind rushes through the trees.

Don’t waste time hating and debating,
stand strong in your giving,
for the heart has no edge
no boundary or end.

Let it be a garden,
for every flower,
to bloom
in all its wild flavour.

Let the whole world grow
inside you,
even as others,
curl in despair.

Ignorance,
is not a plant
worth growing
compassion is its cure.

Understand any hatred,
it only comes,
from a fear
of being loved.

In the end,
love is your only companion,
share that with
all that you meet

Opinions are just like flickers of light,
they pass by,
they are like clouds
in the wide open sky

Watch the curling,
inside you,
don’t let it burn down
the whole village

In this moment
there is always an opening
for in the end
we have no idea of the next step

Watch how the storm
makes way for the sunshine
how the forest fire
gives birth to new life

Without darkness
there is no light
without chaos
no order

Everything has its time
in the end.

Only
Love remains...

Deja Hu
...

The degree you are intimate with the unwanted within, is the degree that you are able to be intimate with another. 

If you have not provided shelter for the darkness inside you, how will you ever hold the darkness of the Beloved?

Now is the time,
to remember that which really matters.
Do not threat over the shimmering future
Or regret the ashes from the past.

They are distractions from the task at hand.
To love more deeply, 
to hold fiercely to this present moment.
Is our greatest gift. 

This life is like a flash of lightning, 
a dewdrop on a blade of grass.
Soon gone, 
as the wind rushes through the trees.

Don’t waste time hating and debating, 
stand strong in your giving, 
for the heart has no edge 
no boundary or end.

Let it be a garden,
for every flower,
to bloom
in all its wild flavour.

Let the whole world grow
inside you,
even as others,
curl in despair.

Ignorance,
is not a plant
worth growing
compassion is its cure.

Understand any hatred,
it only comes,
from a fear
of being loved.

In the end, 
love is your only companion, 
share that with 
all that you meet

Opinions are just like flickers of light,
they pass by,
they are like clouds
in the wide open sky

Watch the curling,
inside you,
don’t let it burn down 
the whole village

In this moment
there is always an opening
for in the end
we have no idea of the next step

Watch how the storm
makes way for the sunshine 
how the forest fire
gives birth to new life

Without darkness
there is no light
without chaos
no order

Everything has its time
in the end.

Only
Love remains...

Deja Hu

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Those Are great Words,...poetry in Motion x.

David Charles Rowan you might like it😊

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1 week ago

Intothewild

Note from a local postman:

As some of you are aware. I'm a postman. we deliver your parcel and letters.

what you are not aware is. we are classed as keyworkers through these terrible times.

Royalmail have offered us. To become a emergency service for the public. if things get worse. your postman could be delivering healthcare products and food. and even medical.

All that's asked from the public is.

1) Think about safety first. for yours and the postman.

2) if you see a postman coming towards your door. please (DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR.) We will sign your parcels and letter for you. we will leave a parcel,food or medication on your doorstep and then knock. give the postman enough time to step away from the door.

3) if you are already outside your house. go inside or step away 2 metres from your postmen. please do not approach your postman. if we tell you to stop and back off, or close your door. don't feel offended. we are only trying to help protect you from this Virus.

(LETS BEAT IT TOGETHER)

Ps: Here are some newborn lambs on the South Downs this evening....
...

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Royal Mail needs to refuse to handle junk mail now. There’s loads still coming through my door. Now we know the virus can stay on paper/cardboard for hours it’s creating unnecessary risk, not least for the posties!

Wow Tim sure that will be very much appreciated x

I agree, stop all junk mail.

Thanks for continuing to deliver !

Cutest ickle lambs ☀️ nature continues... ☯️

Thank you for all you are continuing to do

Refuse Junk Mail Royal Mail

mark Mark Coleman 父

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1 week ago

Intothewild

Tz’utuzil shamans say the Village Heart can grow a brand-new World House if it is well-dressed in the layered clothing of each indigenous soul's magic sound, ancestral songs, and indigenous ingenuity.

The wrecked landscape of our World House could sprout a renewed world, but a new language has to be found. We can't make the old world come alive again, but from its old seeds, the next layer could sprout.

This new language would have to grow from the indigenous hearts we all have hidden. It shouldn't be the tongue of oneness, not one language, not a computer tongue of homogenization, but a diverse, beautiful, badly made thing whose flimsiness and inefficiency force people to sing together to keep it well-spoken and sung into life over and over again, so that nobody forgets to remember.

We need to find gorgeous, unsellable, ritual words to reanimate, remeasure, rebuild, and replaster the ruined, depressed flatness left by the hollow failure of this mechanized, orphaned culture.

For this, we need all peoples: our poets, our shamans, our dreamers, our youth, our elders, our women, our men, our ancestors, and our real old memories from before we were people. We live in a kind of dark age, craftily lit with synthetic light, so that no one can tell how dark it has really gotten. But our exiled spirits can tell.

Deep in our bones resides an ancient, singing couple who just won't give up making their beautiful, wild noise. The world won't end if we can find them.

Martin Prechtel
...

Tz’utuzil shamans say the Village Heart can grow a brand-new World House if it is well-dressed in the layered clothing of each indigenous souls magic sound, ancestral songs, and indigenous ingenuity. 

The wrecked landscape of our World House could sprout a renewed world, but a new language has to be found. We cant make the old world come alive again, but from its old seeds, the next layer could sprout.     

This new language would have to grow from the indigenous hearts we all have hidden. It shouldnt be the tongue of oneness, not one language, not a computer tongue of homogenization, but a diverse, beautiful, badly made thing whose flimsiness and inefficiency force people to sing together to keep it well-spoken and sung into life over and over again, so that nobody forgets to remember. 

We need to find gorgeous, unsellable, ritual words to reanimate, remeasure, rebuild, and replaster the ruined, depressed flatness left by the hollow failure of this mechanized, orphaned culture.    

For this, we need all peoples: our poets, our shamans, our dreamers, our youth, our elders, our women, our men, our ancestors, and our real old memories from before we were people. We live in a kind of dark age, craftily lit with synthetic light, so that no one can tell how dark it has really gotten. But our exiled spirits can tell. 

Deep in our bones resides an ancient, singing couple who just wont give up making their beautiful, wild noise. The world wont end if we can find them.

Martin Prechtel

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I simply love this face !!

Mike Jackson wanna give it a go...?!🤔

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