Where is the Tree of Life?
Written by Donovan L. Green
9/16/2018 10:59 AM
You think the globe earth is a lie. You think the Earth is stationary. You think NASA lies. You think major news events are faked. Perhaps you have concluded that everything is a lie. You don’t believe in religion, or science, or God. I want to bring it home now, food is fake too. Forget those big far out-of-reach things that don’t change your life. Our food is fabricated and not real or natural to this Earth.
Walk around any grocery store in the country. I’m not talking about the frozen “food” isle, or the can food isles, or the isles of plastic wrapped, cellophaned, dehydrated, boxed “foods”, walk around the produce section. Look at the “fresh” foods laid out on display. Carrots, broccoli, lettuce, apples, oranges, squash, potatoes, tomatoes, strawberry’s, cabbage, corn, kale, or collards, none of these things grow and propagate on their own in the wild.
As a kid growing up in Colorado Springs Colorado, from the time I was about 7 years old to twelve years, my family would go on two-week vacations through the high back country wilderness of the Colorado Rockies each summer. I remember that we may not see another person for days. The first few summers we camped with a tent. We would drive rugged unmaintained trails a lot of the time and the going was slow and at time we were creeping precariously along steep cliff-side trails. During a five year span of time we vacationed the back country Rockies from New Mexico to Montana.
When my dad (I was adopted, my parents and I were all on a first name basis, but I reference them as mom and dad when talking to others) would decide when or where he wanted to stop and setup camp I had a couple of responsibilities. I was to help clear an area for camp if there wasn’t one already, and I was to gather kindlin and help to carry firewood that my dad was chopping with an axe. After that it was usually a balgonie with processed American cheese food with mayonnaise or peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and then I was free to go exploring.
I would take off into the woods to see what I could discover. I loved to explore on my own. I would find a small creek to follow, sometimes until it led into a larger creek or river. Sometimes I would follow a small creek down the mountain and if it led into a larger creek I would follow that one up the mountain it was coming down. The only rule I was given was to be back to camp by dark. Looking back on it in my adult life after having two children of my own I can only conclude that they hoped I wouldn’t come back. Anyway, my relationship with my parents is a different story. I mention it because today no one in their right mind would let their pre-teen child go exploring off into the wilderness for hours with the only requirement being to be back by dark. Anyone not considered missing until it got dark out in the wilderness would be in serious trouble because by then it would be too late. But I never got lost, not one time. I got yelled at a few times for pushing the ‘be back by dark’ rule. In the big mountains of the Rockies it can get dark pretty fast once the sun drops over the range. But I wasn’t lost, just further away than the time I needed to get back.
I was a great observer of nature. I explored snow melt streams and creeks and fast flowing white-water rapid rivers. I snuck through dense forest listening to the pines whispering. The large Aspen stands felt mystical. I meandered across wild-flowered cover meadows and climbed steep rocky crags to the peaks of mountains. I could sit for an hour gazing off across a vast river valley watching hawks and eagles circling far below me hunting for their next meal. I don’t remember having any questions about anything, I just enjoyed being there, in the solitude, just looking. If I was down the mountain somewhere I would go up. once I was at the top, I would see another place I wanted to go explore and when I was ready off I would go.
I didn’t have hiking gear, or boots, no compass, no GPS, no cell phone, no whistle, no backpack, no pocket knife, no emergency kit, no maps, nothing but the clothes I was wearing; worn out blue jeans, a tee shirt, and canvas tennis shoes. Even in the summer time in the high-altitude Rockies it can get cool at night so sometimes I would remember to tie a flannel shirt around my waist. I would drink directly from the streams and waters I would cross while exploring. No filtration systems or disinfecting tablets or any of the other BS people are frightened into doing. When I was exploring a stream, I would simply hover over the stream like doing a push-up and put my lips straight to the water. Fresh mountain stream waters are the best, I have not drinking any better water anywhere else in my life.
My parents had also bought a small amount of land a couple of hours into the mountains from Colorado Springs. We would go up there many times during the summer. They had dreams of building a log cabin and living off the land. They would move rocks around forming the outline of the dream cabin, and I would vanish off to explore the wilderness leaving them with their dreams.
One summer when I was about thirteen we vacationed the backwoods sticks of the Ozark mountains. When we returned home a for sale sign went up in the front yard. My dad bought an old ragged cattle trailer in which we loaded all of our precious belongings in and moved to some quaint little community in Arkansas, population 102. They were hillbillies for sure, and the nicest people I have ever been around. I would have starved to death if it wasn’t for their generosity because my parents sure weren’t putting food on the table any other way. I quickly became a malnourished, scrawny Ozark hillbilly kid relying on the generosity of some very poor people for food and clothes. We lived there for two years and every chance I got I was out exploring the caves, rivers, and wilderness. I had two toddler siblings by this time, which was the other of my parents dream, so beyond providing labor to the needs of the family, I was free to roam and roam alone I did.
With my parents, just dad’s, dreamed dashed hard against the reality of the Ozark slab rocks he took a job in the oil fields of western Oklahoma and off we went. We lived in an old farm house 10 miles outside of a small farming community. Oklahoma has to be some of the harshest country anywhere. There was a town about 25 miles away known as the rattle snake capital of the world. Throw in another half dozen other varieties of poisonous snakes, a few poisonous scorpions, the two most deadly spider varieties in the world, coyotes, mountain lions, and vast dry spans of open country and you have a fairly inhospitable country. To put some perspective to it, think of the great dust bowl of the 1930’s.
We didn’t have mountains, we had canyons. I got to explore the isolated canyons for nearly a year and half. Canyons are very interesting aspects of the environment and ecology of that part of the country. They are like paradise oasis and is where pretty much all of the wildlife lives and thrives. There are creeks and streams at the bottoms of the canyons making them lush compared to the land above them. Think of fairly flat to slightly hilly country where the wind howls down across the plains without ceasing. Well over a hundred in the summer time and bone cracking sub zeroes in the winter are possible. Trees outside the canyon a hard and rugged, stay short, and grow slanted over steeply to the south because of the constant wind. Drop off down into a canyon and it is a whole different world. My dad got back on with Bell telephone, his previous employer in Colorado and got transferred to the eastern portion of Oklahoma.
My parents bought a small farm literally at the edge of the world. 90 plus miles from “The City”. About five miles down a small black top road out of town you come to a small community about 10 homes that have been there forever. Pass through this place and the road goes to gravel. About two more miles and the road drops sharply down into an endless river valley. Near the bottom of that hill was the farm. For the next hundred miles there was only one house past ours, about three miles away. This is where I grew up during high school. When I was in school or working my part time grocery bagging job in town I was exploring some very wild country. My curfew was at dark any more though, it was 11 pm. Often, when the moon was full, I would come home around 10 pm and scrounge for left-overs in the fridge and then sneak back out some time after 11. There were no artificial lights out there, only the moon and stars. The most notable wildlife I remember out there were the large panthers. You could him them at night during mating in the summer months. Their screams would send chills down my spine. There was a lot of “wild” out there to be sure. Beside coyotes, I often saw fairly large bear tracks and deer tracks as well as the tracks of the panthers. I have one experience I wrote about and since lost, that was titled “Scared Thing”. I was with a friend at the time and the experience was exhilarating. I need to write it again.
In all my youth, growing up out on the fringes of modern society, I never had any questions about life. I grew up without computers, cell phones, televisions, GPS, or video games. We had electricity and running water via a well. Heat was usually from a wood stove or propane, and air conditioning was out of the question. I spent my free time alone, exploring and observing nature. After graduating from high school I moved off to see what the big city was all about. I got married and had two kids of my own. As I transitioned through the various stages of life gaining responsibilities and struggling to “make it”, the questions began coming. I was comparing experiences from my youth to what I was being taught now. at first I was swept up in the modern world. I had a lot of television watching to catch up on.
Eventually the marriage didn’t work out and I found myself alone again. I moved back to North Carolina, where my wife and I had moved to and lived for about 10 years early in our marriage. Along my journey I lost “faith” and turned to science. I was absorbed into a world in which I thought I would get my questions answered. Over time though, I realized that science was just another religion that I had no interest in. I have listened to a lot of ideas and thoughts trying to figure out what purpose my meaningless life had. In my youth I observed. In this part of my journey I am reflecting on my experiences and connecting the dots. One question that I always have every time I explore the wilderness areas of North Carolina is, if I was going to live out here with the land, what would I eat. The question has cause me to re-live all of my wilderness experiences. What was ever out there to eat? I spent many hours exploring and the thought of food never crossed my mind until I came back in sight of the house, or camp, and I would start wondering what there was to eat when I got there.
The question is like a double-edged sword. What do I need to have good health and energy, and why have I never seen grocery store fruits and vegetables growing in the wild? It seems absurd to most, grocery store vegetables growing in the wild. The point is, those things don’t exist in the wild, they can’t. they must be purchased each year, cultivated and pampered, fertilized and watered. These things never go astray. If they don’t come from the wild because they can’t, then where do they come from?
Like everything else, Wikipedia has a simple answer: the wild ancestor versions have been domesticated to provide a much more yielding and useful plant and there is little to no resemblance to the original. I’m calling BS. The same thing applies to the animals used to provide meat. The so-called domesticated livestock used for food never has stood a chance to survive even a single night out in the wilderness. Again Wikipedia, and ever other source that must get their information from Wikipedia as well, provides a story of domestication that looks nothing like what they show the ancestry to be. I call BS on all of it. when I contemplate the amount of food produced, I must question, where do all of the ‘starting’ seeds come from. In other words, think about how much of any given produce is sold in this country on a daily basis and then ask how many seeds would it take to produce all of that and then ask where are all of the farms that are producing the seeds. There’s no ‘seed’ farmers But a better question would be, where are all the plants coming from that produce seedless fruit? Stop and think about it for a moment. Each year millions of seedless watermelons are sold just in the U.S. Seedless watermelons cannot reproduce! More and more produce in the grocery store is seedless. It has become so common that they don’t even state it on the label.
In summary, none of the food period, fruit, vegetables, meat, frozen stuff, can stuff, dairy, or anything else can be found in the wild. It could be argued that all mammals produce milk for their young, but my statement is also in reference to what we have available for consumption, including meat etc. there are plants in the wild that can be eaten, but you will never see them in the grocery store. It seems plausible, at least first, to make the simple assumption that it comes down to what is most profitable for the producers. However, don’t loose sight of my point, grocery store food isn’t and cannot be found naturally growing or living in the wild. There is no such thing as a ‘wild’ cow or chicken. There are wild turkeys, perhaps an anomaly in the picture, but perhaps the domestic turkey and the wild turkey are not the same species. Domestic animals cannot survive in the wild. A wild animal caught and caged will die before living out its potential. And it is this case that I argue we are in as well.