One thing I have learned over the last 15 years of living in and exploring the deep Utah desert –the end of the tail is where the adventure begins . . .

The deafening solitude of the desert is a raucous noise to be reckoned with. There is truth in the saying, “you can hear a mouse fart at 500 feet.” It is not the lack of sound that fills ones ears, but the roar of the Sound of Creation. When the mind numbing distractions of the routines of life drop away, the sound of your thoughts explodes into consciousness.

For many, this awakening to the noise within is terrifying. For me, it was illuminating and expansive.

It is no secret that I am mistrusted, branded, labeled and simply disregarded because of my distant past misdoings and bad decisions. My defenses are always on high when around others that stink of disdain. It is a repugnant truth as those who find themselves judging have already been judged. Maybe there is freedom in the downtrodden and discarded. There is no pretense in self-evaluation or concern of performing actions of self-worth—you can get on with the adventure.

Dreams are a foundation of my spiritual pursuits. That being said:

DREAM

The road abruptly ended in the dry wash. Flashfloods had eroded the ground almost too much to jump down into the exposed rip across the land. Abundant tire marks recorded the history of others arriving at the ledge and making the effort to turn around; End of Trail.

I’m not sure if I felt relieved or sad. Preventing unconscious dirt-diggers and emotionally detached hunters from destroying the pristine ecosystem ahead had been accomplished. But I knew what was beyond. Not just hoping or imagining, I had been there; a vista that stopped the heart and questioned reality.

I have been to the end of the trail. I had no desire or willpower to turn around and retrace the arduous climb that lay behind. For me there were no choices but to keep going—“off-road” as many would say. Narrow the path and few that follow it. If too many continued forward, would there be any wilderness left?

As I manipulated the controls to operate the backhoe, I smoothed out the cleft in the road, gently sloping it to allow vehicles to easily descend into the washed out space in the forgotten path. Time had diminished the number of travelers. This abrupt obstacle was created in a torrent of water and in moments of time. The road continued on, leading to incredible experiences.

As I said, I had mixed feeling in repairing the trail. A large part of me desired to keep the secrets of its destinations hidden. But that decision was no longer an option. The progress of my digging had already opened the road. Yes, I could have sabotaged the effort, but would that be wrong? Or was there more righteousness is offering others an experience to possibly change the way they interact with the Earth? Would it be their own responsibility for the damages they could bring? Or mine for not allowing them the choice? Free agency isn’t so free when the consequences of choices are unfolded.

As I inspected my effort, I realized that others had already arrived. I was bewildered by their concerns and chastisements. Excitement of what lay ahead was replaced by scorn of opening the path leading to an unknown destination. Now the path was opened, few dared to proceed. Where many had been forced to turn around, now it was the only reality that was acceptable.

I knew my own testimony of the destination would rarely be accepted—especially from one with so many stains on his reputation. But I knew the truth and could not deny it. With sorrow in my heart, I witnessed so many that I loved turn and embrace what they already knew over the fear of what they could discover.

I woke up. Emotions jumbled inside. Complexities increased at every evaluation of the message.

CONCLUSION

Years of exploration and study have expanded my understandings. Anxiety has deepened my awareness. Depression has expanded my emotions. And I am grateful for every torturous moment (just a break for a few minutes please).

Seriously!?! Does anyone what to acknowledge the reality of this world and empathize with the suffering? How can anyone even begin to accomplish that in this world, at this time without being washed away in a torrent?

I have some experiences that I would like to share; some vistas to experience. They are ones that are beyond the end of the trail. Not everyone is blessed with the machinery to get there (believe me please, machinery is expensive). If you are adventurous and willing to explore greater realities . . .

Some talking points to consider. These are thoughts that randomly came to my mind in contemplation that I could spend a lifetime explaining. Quick strokes of a pen that needed to reach this waking world. If anything tickles your intuition, let’s start a conversation.

People actually want to give me money to talk about my inner experiences. Why is it the ones I care the most about have no desire to listen? Maybe you do. I have never offered—my bad.

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