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Here is a page from my journal I wrote in last night from my fast retreat.
In a recent disgust of the trapping comforts of society I decided to take them all away in an effort to sharpen my edge as a man.
In all I fasted for 43 hours and got minimal sleep throughout.
I wrote this during the peak of my suffering last night in order to cope better with the discomfort.
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Turned out about an hour after I wrote this I was laying on my bench bed and heard this harsh, loud, high pitched growl of most likely a Bob Cat coming from about 50 feet away. It sounded as if a woman was brutally attacked but I knew it was a cat that made the noise... not an ordinary house cat.
Not knowing what it was at the time and whether or not I was being hunted I decided to head back to my car where I slept.
After doing some research I have concluded it was most likely a Bob Cat. They typically hunt at night and give out loud high pitched screeches, however they do not typically attack humans...
I made a Vlog to document my thoughts/state of mind as I was going through the phases of the night. I just finished uploading them to YouTube.
If anyone is interested I will link the videos in a reply.
-Rob
In a recent disgust of the trapping comforts of society I decided to take them all away in an effort to sharpen my edge as a man.
In all I fasted for 43 hours and got minimal sleep throughout.
I wrote this during the peak of my suffering last night in order to cope better with the discomfort.
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I'm hot, sweaty, and balmy to the point where I feel as if I am in a bath of hot spit and mucus. [note it's 80 degrees @ 81% humidity] I would LOVE a cold shower!
The bugs are relentless, however not terrible to the point of torment. I have put on a long sleeve jacket to prevent bugs from biting my arms and torso regions. I have wrapped and woven a towel around the exposed parts of my legs to prevent further bites as well. I would LOVE to be inside right now!
I purposely am fasting. It has been 35 hours since I have last eaten anything. I would be in more stomach pain but the bugs and humidity have taken my mind off my hunger... noetheless I would LOVE a hot meal! Some stewed beef tips with sweet potato and vegetables in a warm savory sauce.
I'm currently sitting on my bed which is a wooden park bench in a field before a forest. It's a slight upgrade from sleeping on a rock. I would LOVE to have a nice soft mattress to lay my weary body on.
It is currently 9:30 at night which means I only have 8-9 hours more until I can go home to eat and escape this suffering. I look forward to that.
However despite my forlorn state I realize this is nothing compared to what some of the great heroic and couragous men and women have endured.
HA! Pathetic the level of comfort we find ourselves in during our present day in age! Comfort... the dirty high omnipresent in our society, slowly dulling the blade of our masculinity, vitality, and purpose.
So hard to escape comfort and so fast can it lead to our detriment.
Eradicate comfort! It is overrated! Since writing this I have already gained a shift in state to more peace, contentment, and higher purpose. Almost as if I am getting a twisted pleasure from this suffering. A test of character I must pass with honor.
All and all it is freeing to know I am not confined and trapped by comfort. I have the discipline and will to endure discomfort and bad emotions as I know it is part of life. Not to be escaped but embraced as to deepen my experience in the world along with my character.
Ralph Waldo Emerson says "Refuse to conform".
Proverbs 24:30-34:
"I went past the field of the sluggard, past the vineyard of the man who lacks judgement;
thorns had come up everywhere,
the ground was covered with weeds,
and the stone wall was in ruins.
I applied my heart to what I observed
and learned a lesson from what I saw:
A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to rest-
and poverty will come on you like a bandit
and scarcity like an armed man."
I am now in peace.
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Turned out about an hour after I wrote this I was laying on my bench bed and heard this harsh, loud, high pitched growl of most likely a Bob Cat coming from about 50 feet away. It sounded as if a woman was brutally attacked but I knew it was a cat that made the noise... not an ordinary house cat.
Not knowing what it was at the time and whether or not I was being hunted I decided to head back to my car where I slept.
After doing some research I have concluded it was most likely a Bob Cat. They typically hunt at night and give out loud high pitched screeches, however they do not typically attack humans...
I made a Vlog to document my thoughts/state of mind as I was going through the phases of the night. I just finished uploading them to YouTube.
If anyone is interested I will link the videos in a reply.
-Rob