Goodness, I can’t help but thank you Tara for every essay you write.
I’ve had so many similar thoughts to this. What a incredible experience it would be to spend days living in the woods with our ancestors.
Every time I have to walk through a store like Walmart (which is rare these days but I had to last month for a last minute item) it feels almost bizarre to me. I instantly feel like I’m in a fake world and the people around me my as well be aliens. I’m not sure how to really articulate it or put it into words. I instantly start thinking about how I would much rather be hunting wild game and gathering berries in the woods at that moment with my ancestors than walking through this strange place and seeing all these people filling their carts with fake toxic junk. Like it still boggles my mind how we’ve gotten so far from the REAL...?
This resonates, Grace. My husband and I went into a Walmart on our way to Virginia a few months ago to buy a phone charger. It was bewildering. The lighting, the energy, the chemical smells and the people. I felt like I was in a zoo watching the drugged people bumbling about. Honestly, I thought it was scary in there. There's so many people only half here. They're drugged by food and drink and EMFs and screens and they know something isn't quite right but they shut it up with booze or sugar or t.v. It's an absolute tragedy, the wasting of a life. It makes my heart hurt to think about it. All I can do is say a little prayer for them and keep using what I got to try and do something good ❤️
Goodness, I can’t help but thank you Tara for every essay you write.
I’ve had so many similar thoughts to this. What a incredible experience it would be to spend days living in the woods with our ancestors.
Every time I have to walk through a store like Walmart (which is rare these days but I had to last month for a last minute item) it feels almost bizarre to me. I instantly feel like I’m in a fake world and the people around me my as well be aliens. I’m not sure how to really articulate it or put it into words. I instantly start thinking about how I would much rather be hunting wild game and gathering berries in the woods at that moment with my ancestors than walking through this strange place and seeing all these people filling their carts with fake toxic junk. Like it still boggles my mind how we’ve gotten so far from the REAL...?
This resonates, Grace. My husband and I went into a Walmart on our way to Virginia a few months ago to buy a phone charger. It was bewildering. The lighting, the energy, the chemical smells and the people. I felt like I was in a zoo watching the drugged people bumbling about. Honestly, I thought it was scary in there. There's so many people only half here. They're drugged by food and drink and EMFs and screens and they know something isn't quite right but they shut it up with booze or sugar or t.v. It's an absolute tragedy, the wasting of a life. It makes my heart hurt to think about it. All I can do is say a little prayer for them and keep using what I got to try and do something good ❤️