From The Desk of Maverick Brenton.
Subject: What Nature Taught Me.
As we move towards the end of 2021 I find myself looking back over what seems to be only a moment, but is 12 entire months.
This year has slipped through my fingers, just like the last 23 of my life.
Despite the speed with which time has passed, none of that time has been wasted.
I am satisfied with the year behind me as I have lived it like a fucking warrior.
For the majority of the year I have been living in the wilderness of Tasmania, with only the bare essentials of life.
Camping swag. A small gas cooker. Some books. Basic survival supplies.
My diet consisted mostly of nuts, berries, canned fish and eggs, in addition to bread, butter, some meat and fatty oils.
I have woken up to the sun rising over golden beaches, to the wind blowing on massive mountain peaks, to one million forms of life singing in bright green forests, to the silence of empty valleys, and everything in between.
The experience has been unlike anything I’ve ever done.
All this time I spent away from civilisation and the chaos of modern society changed me on a deep level, and it taught me things that I will never forget.
Hours were spent watching waves crash onto the beach.
Watching animals look for food.
Watching insects explore.
Watching the trees bend in the wind.
Watching the world around me from a place of deep calm and clarity.
I have never known such a great sense of freedom, not since the times when I was a young boy, roaming the wild around my home with my dog, searching for adventure and danger.
The longer I spent out there in the wild sleeping under a million stars, breathing the freshest air a man could imagine - the more I began to feel connected with some kind of masculine power within myself.
It would course through my veins and fill my heart not with aggression, but a sense of grounded power that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Wild living made me confident, strong, and powerful. More than any other thing in the modern world, because out there in the wild I was a truly free man.
Free to impose my will on nature and live my life as I saw fit - free to hunt, to swim, to run, to climb and to explore as I desired.
There were no rules.
No laws. No drama. No government. No distractions. No bullshit. No expectations.
Only wood to cut, food to cook, fires to tend, books to read.
There were no police asking for my papers, no QR codes to scan, no mainstream media trying to make me afraid, no social media showing me how great my life “could” be.
It was just me alone with my thoughts, cutting wood each day, sitting by the fire each night, staring into flickering flames.
Spending months living in the wild and being disconnected from the modern world made the contrast between natural life, and this dream state we are now living in, extremely clear to me.
When you go from waking up on the beach and sleeping in the mountains, from washing in creeks and soaking in fresh water streams, from drinking out of waterfalls and eating natural food that is untouched by man - to being yelled at for not wearing a face mask, to being forced to get injected with a strange chemical made in some lab, and then watching your fellow man get brutally beaten by police for trying to protect his human rights - it is exceptionally difficult to not feel like absolute fucking shit.
As I emerged from nature and decided to join the world again, I realised that the world I previously knew was no longer.
That world was dead.
The free Australia I was born into had long died at the hands of those who hide in the shadows.
Yet people were indifferent, most of them simply didn’t care, and upon seeing this I was both confused and shocked.
“Can’t these dumb motherfuckers see what is happening?”
No they can’t, because they’re dumb motherfuckers.
And I guess that’s why you don’t throw the frog into boiling water.
You increase the heat slowly, until it’s too late for him to do anything about it.
Take someone’s freedom away slowly and incrementally, convincing them that it is for their own good until they have NOTHING - and the majority will not ask a single question.
They will just comply until their compliance has destroyed their liberty.
Living on the outside of this shit show has given me a perspective that I would like to share with you.
I want to tell you what I see, and what I think.
Since the birth of this blog it has been my aim to live a life worth writing about, a life that could be used to share valuable lessons with my fellow man.
That was always my goal and the written word is how I’ve always tried to achieve that.
I don’t know why I write about what I do, all I know is that I must write about what I do.
It’s my message and it’s been with me since I was a boy.
I hate rules that put people in a box and limit the way they think or behave.
So you can imagine how much I like the new world we live in - of muzzled up men, heroic fuckheads, and mandatory vaccines.
Not much at all.
While only 24 years old, my life has been full of many incredible times.
From kicking ass and making money to being dead broke and living with roaches, to travelling like a bohemian artist and writing adventure novels, to leaving everything behind and starting a new career.
I’ve lived many lives and I’ve learnt many things.
But the one thing that has always remained constant since my earliest years, is my passion for sharing knowledge and opening the eyes of my brothers. It pisses me off when people are unable to see how they are being FUCKED by the system, so I like to show them.
Some listen, but most don’t.
Either way it’s a pleasure watching an individual realise how much more he is capable of.
With that said, let’s talk about what nature taught me.
Modern Discontent.
When I was younger I read a quote by somebody whose name I’ve forgotten.
The quote said:
“You can study one square metre of grass and learn the secrets of the Universe.”
I never understood what this mean’t until my extended stay in the Tasmanian wilderness, where I spent hours studying the natural world around me.
Most of what man currently knows was in fact learnt from nature.
In his earliest years man would watch the animals store food for the winter, build shelters from the rain, band together to take down prey.
Back then we had a purpose, a very clearly defined purpose. A purpose that could not be argued with or confused with anything else. That purpose was to survive - to hunt, forage, build, protect, provide.
My days in the wild consisted of basic tasks such as collecting firewood, improving my camp, preparing food and studying the weather to prepare for any possible storms.
I learnt how to understand the habits of various animals, how to track them, how to know when bad weather was coming, how to use nature as a tool for my own benefit. I also developed an intuition for bad weather, and could feel if it was coming.
In addition to this my sense of direction improved, along with general awareness of everything around me, and my mind became exceptionally calm which is unusual for me.
Each day the objective was simple: do what needs to be done to survive, then relax.
After living this way for months, I started to understand the discontent of most modern men much deeper than before. This discontent was something I had experienced personally.
I knew of it, very well.
It’s the discontent that comes from living in a reality designed for machines, not human beings.
Concrete jungles. Constant surveillance. Endless rules that govern your existence.
Only recently I returned home to my small country town in rural NSW, from Tasmania, and on the drive out of Melbourne I lost track of how many cameras were watching me. They were fucking everywhere, and this made me ask a few questions. There were also billboard signs with people wearing masks.
If that doesn’t make you nervous, then you’re probably an idiot like 80% of the human population.
Such things are a burden to the spirit of man and they go AGAINST his natural state.
As I’ve travelled and lived my life over the past 24 months, I have watched our freedom slowly be reduced to almost nothing.
Government money is the root of this because it is the tool used by those in the shadows to control the masses. People are ignorant to how it works, which keeps them stuck in the system forever.
99% of people do not understand that the money in their bank account isn’t even real - it is printed out of the sky by the Government, completely owned by the Government, and backed by absolutely nothing.
It WAS backed by gold before the World Wars, but now it is just pieces of fucking paper used as a medium of exchange to live life in the modern world. Yet due to the complete absence of real education in Government school systems, nobody knows this and they still think money is real.
You’ll never be more pissed off than the day you realise modern money is a total joke, but you still don’t have any of it because you don’t understand it.
So in the modern world, if you really want to fuck with a large amount of people, you hit them all in the pocket which is exactly how the Government has forced millions of people to comply with their bullshit rules.
“You don’t have to do what we say, but you’ll basically lose everything you have unless you do”
The only way you get around this bullshit is by being filthy rich, which isn’t the case for the majority of the population.
When you live in nature none of this matters as money loses all value as a medium of exchange - you don’t need money when everything you need to live is around you for free.
Hungry? Hunt something.
Thirsty? Find a fresh water stream.
Cold? Make a fire.
Nature provides everything we need to live a good life.
A lot of the people who knew what I was doing assumed I was living like a bum, but this was far from the truth.
I woke up every day to waves crashing onto the beach, I went to sleep each night under a million stars, I breathed air that was clean and pure, I was happier than I’d been in years.
Each day was mine and mine alone.
I possessed the ONLY thing that really matters in a man’s life.
Freedom.
Nobody to answer to. No stupid rules. No unwanted obligations. No bullshit.
Only the rich are truly free like I was in nature, and so the only way to be truly free in the Matrix is to get rich.
This is why I am of the firm opinion that money is the answer to almost everything. Lots of people disagree with that, because they simply don’t know. And none of them have seen or done what I have seen and done.
Money is the key to freedom and true happiness, only broke idiots who can’t accept reality will disagree.
I believe that the discontent of modern men has it’s roots in the fact that they are not free men - they are slaves to an enormous economic system and bound to it through money. To become free and regain sovereign authority over their own soul, they must learn to play the game of Capitalism and become wealthy.
Maybe if we lived in a different reality where life was much simpler, this would not be true.
Maybe if we lived on an island with everything we needed, the game would be different.
But we don’t.
We live in the Matrix, and the Matrix is what it is.
I’ve said this one million times.
I’ll say it one million more.
Chop Wood, Carry Water.
You know what I enjoyed the most about my time in the wild?
I enjoyed the simple daily work needed to provide myself with the means to survive.
Cutting firewood with my axe, preparing food, washing in creeks, studying and tracking animals.
Each morning as I rose with the sun, laid out before me was a very simple and very clear mission for the day.
Sharpen my axe, prepare wood for the evening, get more water, improve my shelter, follow those wallaby tracks, train, eat, read, sleep.
The magnificence of my life was in its simplicity, and in the routine of surviving I came to feel connected with something far greater than myself.
It felt as though the blood of my warrior ancestors who lived like this many years ago, was now flowing through my veins and allowing me to FEEL what it was like before man became enslaved.
Deep within my belly and my balls, grew some source of masculine energy and power that made me feel like I could kill a fucking sabre tooth with my bare hands.
A few months later while at work, soaking wet from diving and standing on the back of a boat, I was gutting a fish in the snow and icy hail, while everyone else huddled inside the wheelhouse of the boat.
As I stood there dripping with water and covered in ice, I felt that power rumble again from within.
I was at one with nature and feeling the raw power of whatever it mean’t to be a man. To this day I have retained some of that energy, but it comes and goes in waves, like the mystical force that it is.
Many years ago as a young boy, I was fascinated by powerful men and kings who displayed this force, and only after being exposed to the harsh elements of nature, alone and in silence, did I come to feel what I think is but a mere drop of the power they felt.
It took me back to those times of kingdoms and conquest.
When a man was valued for being dangerous, for being a man.
This experience was the highlight of my time spent living in the wild, and that energy is something I think about quite often now. The energy of the king, the conqueror, the warrior.
I pity men who spend their lives comfortable, and protected from that which created them.
I feel sorry for those who never learn what they are, and what they are capable of.
Such men will never know what it feels like to have the spirit of a thousand warriors past, rumbling deep within their bellies.
All they know and all they will ever know, are the empty pleasures and pathetic comforts of a modern man’s life.
Television. Junk food. Masturbation. Pointless shit.
There’s never any steel in their eyes, or fire in their heart.
Only fear and emptiness.
Nature could crush them without mercy.
And so it was in the simplicity of my life, that I learnt a fundamental lesson about manhood - the purpose of man is to build, conquer, expand, and advance his own self in the world.
That purpose can be seen in our skyscrapers, armies, and factories, in art, in young boy’s fighting, in grown men striving, and in those lost young men who feel they have no direction.
To build, to conquest, to attack.
This is why you are here.
The Barefoot Life.
At the core of my time in the wild was one lesson that instilled a deep sense of true confidence in me, a confidence that no one and no thing can ever take from me, a confidence that was created through the understanding of something very important.
A confidence that is still as strong as it was when first bestowed on me.
This confidence came from learning the following lesson:
There is absolutely nothing to lose in life, except for those you love and your health.
I was happy with absolutely nothing, only the basics needed to survive and live life.
So I came to understand that material possessions don’t mean anything in the big picture of your life, they’re simply means to an end and a nice bonus for performing well in the economic system.
What really does matter is your freedom.
Knowing that I can be perfectly happy and grateful while living in a tent and catching my own food has removed a lot of the fear that used to be within me. I know that if things don’t work out, the worst case scenario is just going back to being a professional nomad - which is a lifestyle I enjoyed very much.
So what is there to lose?
Basically nothing.
Except for those you love, and your health.
Relationships and health are really what matter in life, because without either, the quality of your life will be dramatically reduced. I would rather live under a tree next to a creek and have perfect health plus great relationships, then have all the money in the world with no loved ones and health issues.
Understand?
There is NO AMOUNT of money in the world that you could pay me, to take away my family and my health.
No amount.
Because at the end of the day if you’re smart, you’ll understand that money isn’t real.
But family and health are VERY real.
Lose them and you will most definitely know about.
They cannot be replaced with anything, and they are inherently the most valuable things that you possess.
My mum or dad calling me on the phone is worth more than one million dollars. Waking up and being able to walk, talk, breathe and think is worth more than one billion dollars.
I watched an interesting interview recently where a rich man asked another man whether he would prefer to have ten million bucks or wake up tomorrow.
The man instantly replied that he’d prefer to wake up tomorrow.
Moral of the story?
Just being ABLE to wake up in the morning is worth more than any amount of money, because what good is money if you’re too fucked or not alive to do anything with it.
Money is worthless unless used for the right reasons.
Therefore it is peace that I gained through my time in the wild. Inner peace, from knowing that no matter what I gain in the material world, no matter the riches I acquire, I’ll still be able to sleep in a tent and eat beans with a fucking smile on my face.
Living close to nature and free as a bird puts you at peace through knowing that you have everything you need if you’ve got a bed, a roof over your head, food on the table and the freedom to be who you want.
At the end of the day when all is said and done, how you feel about yourself and your life is most important.
The madness of giving up your health and mental integrity to make money and work a job will only become clear to you once you live out other alternatives and gain perspective.
Sometimes though, you’ll only learn the hard way.
~ Maverick Brenton.
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