{"id":398,"date":"2017-02-25T12:29:00","date_gmt":"2017-02-25T12:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2017\/02\/25\/alone-on-ajo-mountain"},"modified":"2021-09-28T05:32:57","modified_gmt":"2021-09-28T12:32:57","slug":"alone-on-ajo-mountain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=398","title":{"rendered":"alone on Ajo Mountain"},"content":{"rendered":"
Across the desolate highway is a dirt road with a faded sign that leads to Ajo Mountain<\/a>.<\/div>\n
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The wanderer crosses the blacktop like a hurt tortoise, then meanders onto the desert sand, and starts the journey under the mid morning sun.<\/div>\n
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The rain clouds follow.<\/a><\/div>\n
It doesn’t take long before all signs of civilization vanish. The imposing cactus tower his vision, the desert starts to play it’s tricks on his mind.<\/div>\n
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Careful, don’t fall down the rabbit hole. Stay focused.<\/a><\/div>\n
Clouds gather and disburse quickly along the skyline. The Lizard King spews an ancient truth in the afternoon wind.<\/div>\n
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“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”<\/i><\/a><\/div>\n
He listens to the wisdom of the past as it sets a framework deep in his mind. The trail feels surmountable now, and he rambles on into the late afternoon, worry free and present about his own personal revolution.<\/a><\/div>\n
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