Travelling across this beautiful country has been a blessing in so many ways. It has afforded me time to contemplate on many things that were in the recesses of my mind that I was able to bring forward with new surroundings. Time in nature is almost a daily ritual for me but when I actually live in it and know the comfort of society and home are not possible something more powerful is really brought forward.
Being here in Exile with the Mongolian Nomads has afforded me the ability to also test myself. They have a strong cultural here both physically and mentally being able to endure in these rapidly changing climates and camps. We raced down rivers and traveled in caravans racing to the west to get to the Kazakh mountain range from the East.
The days in the steppes of Mongolia were truly beautiful, while all of the vegetation has died for the season there were fields of gold everywhere filled with horses, sheep and cattle. The days were very still and pleasant with cloudless skies almost like a calm before the storm like something is going to be unleashed. It’s like waiting for an explosion but you can’t tell how or where it’s coming from so it’s best to just stay vigilant. The blue sky with a bright sun is just a mirage in my mind is what I started to think maybe its just best to throw away comfort and reason and be wild.
The Magnum Opus or great work is the union of opposites. With the ‘wildness’ comes the need to be prepared though. There needs to be escape routes, shelter and all things to keep you alive in this state of being. Nature in all of its beauty and splendor does not give way for comfort or well-being that is the burden you must bear to to be in her glory. If there are any kinks or holes in your armor both spiritually and physically nature will rip them wide open and expose them to the elements. This process brings forth the best in you and is the great work of self.
As day gives way to night, with the darkest cloak of sky and cold air the Mongols gather. They formed a circle and invited me into the middle for a test of manhood a seeming nomadic rite of passage. The people around me grew louder demanding for the ritual to begin which I was more than happy to oblige. I lined up against my opponent then we started as the people howled louder than the wolves in the distance. We wrestled in the grass just like the early American pioneers of old on their settlements. Primal and raw a rage against the coming Darkness as this has been a tradition for them for thousands of years. I had no fear of the weather or dangers of the outside world and I felt as though I was the Wolf. A profound respect for life and nature against the freezing night air and after our was over we shook hands and smiled brighter than we had all day of fishing.
While the earth is dark the stars shine brighter than I have ever seen. These jewels in the sky shine even brighter against the darkest of times just like a true will of our human selves. As I laid in my yurt and the fire in the small stove begins to die out, nature and the night descend into the yurt with me. The wolves started getting closer and I can hear their paws crunching on the frozen ground of the dead forrest. The only thing separating us is a piece of canvas held up by sticks. The roof is half open and I can see my breath against the blackness of the night. This is just another test as I feel the Frost in my blood my mind must Conquer. As all of the ideas of Doom approached and fall into the abyss of my mind the only reproach to fight it comes from an existential crisis within me. The loss of will can happen very easily of your mind slips into despair so the ultimate struggle can take place here. Real self examination of what matters to you in life and the things so dear to you stir your will and makes you long for those things. That is the grist for the mill of a sorcerer and the war drum of your own spirit that drives the search for the great truth. The beauty has an emptiness and it is by design so that you can open the middle path and explore new frontiers using all facets of your self.
As the night dies and my spirit it’s stronger and full of resolve, the sun greets me and the abyss of gear is also destroyed. I couldn’t help but think of the rune of Flyfot which is connected to fire, creation and rebirth or what the Persians called Gardune-Mehr a symbol of un-conquerable power and triumph over circumstance. “The the dew of the red dawn” came and all life seemed even more magical that day to me. Life begins walking up all around me which I can relate to the black sun of Nordic tradition – the womb to which all things are born or the darkness from which creation emerges. I took my new found energy to the river and emerged with my Taimen fish prize of the day.
The final stop was coming into Ülgii in the western side of Mongolia along the Kazakhstan border. Our guide meet us and took us up to the pinnacle of this trip into the mountains. We drove to the golden eagle handlers yurt where we would all stay together for the next 4 days. The air was even colder than before but on this side of the trip we were met with great warmth from all of the people around us. This was no longer a personal journey but a shared one between people together on an isolated unforgiving region of the world. This is daily life for them and me a joined to add whatever I could and to enjoy the beauty that was all around.
We spent days riding horses across the land with our mighty eagles to take down foxes and mountain cats. This was all ritual to them as it’s their daily life but it was totally new to me. At nights we drank vodka by the fire and the hosts sang local and original songs on a topshur.
We celebrated another day of life against our unforgiving friend in nature.
The takeaway from these people as my eagle and horse skills developed was that habit is modified by ritual. Ritual itself is guided by immanence something that is felt rather than just repeating it. The source of this immanence is the will to power coming from the void which your being emerges and into where your non-being or karmic junk is destroyed.
Fay Ce Que Voudras and stay wild