You are being hunted regardless of whether or not you act like an apex predator (which you are).
You are being hunted by other apex predators — human and non-human the like.
But, chances are you wallow around wetlands fed by streaming channels of bingeable flat-screen fed virtual oases.
And in case it never dawned on you, apex predators designed the very system entertaining you, programming you, turning you into a zombified couch potato, stuffed, sided, served.
So, you’re surfing channels and come across the Shark Week smorgasbord. Or you’re charging thru the channels and find yourself memorized by Alaska: The Final Frontier (so we’re told). Or as you leap from network to network, you find yourself transfixed by American Ninja Warrior. Chuckling aside, these are your latent apex predator skills being fed and sustained, so as to distract you from fully developing your true potential. Just as football replaced warrior clans fighting for real tangible destiny-worthy causes, issues, domains. Now, face-painted, beer-gutted, betas cheer on their favorite pigskin “team”. Played by “men” who switch sides for the right price and are owned by aloof billionaires (who have “their stadiums payed for at tax payer expense).
It’s time to kill the television, so we sing, “hunting killed the VR star”, instead of “video killed the radio star.” In reality video’s killing the human race. Slated for VR dreams and hunting scenes where you never leave your chair. Sedentary. A sitting duck. A resting gazelle. A wallowing boar, bored to death. Preyed upon, hunted, killed.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaap! That is the sound of a heatwave driven meltdown of the electrical grid. Compound with that comes social unrest and rioting as hordes of mindless apex predators hunt for food, water, and televisions!
Your survival skills start to kick in. Naked and afraid, you wonder if you have what it takes to sustain the onslaught. That is not the time to be wondering or wandering. You must be resolute, determined, skilled to survive. Survival of the fit, starts with wit, and the mind is the realm of reality where the battle begins. For, “the mind is a terrible thing to waste.”
Recognize, you are being hunted. By psychopaths and paranormals the like. Yes, you have a mind and spirit, you are spiritual — yet another difference that sets you apart from other apex predators of the animal kingdom. You think, you reason, you commune. Like it or not, the massless real you, is eternal. And that is step one in the right direction. Recognition of the spirit realm. And that you are the prey of super intelligent massless beings hellbent on your eternal (the massless part of you is not subject to time or entropy) destruction. Therefore pray, or become prey.
Amor up! Take a defensible position and debate with yourself, everyone, anyone who will. The battle of the mind is of the greatest import. For here, destinies are decided, realms overthrown, kingdoms eternal are founded. “Knowing is half the battle.” And doing ensures the victory. Know thy foe as thy friend. Know his wiles, his vices, his modus. And steel thy mind, or your mind will be stolen. We must see the darkness, we must see the warlocks as generals, and witches as infantrymen.
The intersection of sprit and mass is the human domain. And the hunt is the game from time immemorial. The hunt for truth. The hunt for food, shelter, community. Hunt or be hunted. That is reality. By and large, humanity is not the danger, unless you take their television. And that happens in a grid-down scenario. And that appears to be the way of the future for those hugging the precipice of the affluenzapocalypse, the waning hours of a people indifferent to the reality of the cycle of history — …
Hunting is a practical skill that should be honed in preparation in advance of circumstances where survival depends on it. Furthermore, hunting familiarizes you with tools not used in everyday scenarios, save you own a ranch or are a ranch hand or the like. Those tools being firearms, guns, weapons that your life may depend on.
I am by no means a survivalist. I am a realist. I see life optimistically tempered by reality. And I see the practical benefits of knowing the how to do, what to do, when, where, and why.
I am a proud alpha male that loves his wife and children. I am raising alpha male boys and beautiful family loving girls. I humbly admit my fallen nature and graciously lead my children to the crossroad of the straight and narrow. They are taught how to be wise as serpents and gentle as doves, to be both lion and lamb, to fight the good fight.
And that fight is both spiritual and natural. An observation lost on “modern” man. The fool who says there is no God and the foolish who limit God while simultaneously underestimating their enemy. For cunning is their enemy, camouflaging, invisible, shifty, posing as the philanthropist, hunting the domesticated.
You see, hunt or be hunted. If you are not hunting, or at least engaged in tangential activities, i.e. methods, processes, supporting the hunt/er, you are more than likely to be the quarry of an apex predator. Camping, wayfinding, foraging, tracking are all practical skillsets that should be developed in advance of their necessity for survival. And practical head knowledge can precede the field, where you get hands on knowledge. Get books! Support your local used bookstore and get books on camping, wayfinding, foraging, tracking, fishing, and hunting. (Build an offline library, considering you may always have access (or want access) to the web.)
Do you hunt? Encourage others to do likewise. Do you know someone who hunts? Glean all you can from them, let them be your hunting sherpa. Would you like to hunt? Join a local hunting club. The death of hunting leads to domestication, social disease, and decay. Loss of sight of the way forward along the journey in front of each of us leads to the wide path of destruction grazed by the befuddled masses — the herd that has not heard the howl of the wolves encroaching.
If you hear the voice of the huntsman blazing the path to the straight and narrow. Join me in the hunt, don the mantle of the sheepdog. Fear not the fowler, dread not wolves in sheep’s clothing. Become the hunter. Pray or become the prey. Stay the course. Join the journey, the search party for all who are willing to see the world as it is — the domain of man where man is hunted, and where man must fight back! Hunt or become the hunted!
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