With Wild Eyes

“Earth’s few remaining wild places not only live with sovereign, intelligent purpose, all unto themselves, but they are living reminders of where we come from and who we are. Without these wild places we lose a desperately needed reflection, one that allows us to remember our most primal and fundamental roots.”

— © Robin Easton

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With Wild Eyes - I spent much of my life in wild and remote areas of the planet, which tends to make communing with the Wild Ones a natural way of life for me. To this day, no matter how many times I communicate with my wild friends, I am left in speechless awe. I walk away changed and filled with overflowing love, a love that is so great it often leaves me on my knees, with tears on my face, and humbled to my core. To be trusted is a highly sacred honor, one not to be taken lightly.

As I softly talk with wild deer, beavers or rabbits, their sacred wisdom floats effortlessly through my mind. They often move in close to me, within touching distance, but I don’t touch or feed them, although I could. We each instinctively know that Wildness must remain intact at all costs, now more than ever. We only come together to commune and exchange breath, to imprint one soul upon the other, never to be forgotten. We stand close in the same love-filled space just to allow life to experience itself for a few sacred moments.

We humans must be very careful with our desire to connect with the Wild Ones, or to even help a wounded Wild One. If our urge is based in an egocentric human need to tame or feed or touch a Wild One, just for that particular experience alone, then we are capable of grave harm. Or, if our actions come from a place of not being able to stand the horror of a Wild One’s wounds or suffering, or if death is unbearable to us, then we are apt to react out of our own fear and human-values. In doing so, we can potentially cause deeper wounds.

Choices made from human-values can sometimes damage a Wild One's ability to survive in its environment. It can dull acute and much needed awareness-of-danger, as well as a fine attunement to habitat. It can even damage the Wild Soul and the hunger it has to live fully merged with its Wild Environment, fully merged with the Great Mystery…even in apparent death.

We must approach ‘Wild Mergings’ with profound respect. We need to maintain the integrity and sovereign purpose of Wildness and Wild Places. Since human Wildness is all but forgotten (although never lost), we need to take extra care. Sometimes, we humans don’t see, really see and feel, how desperately the Wild Ones need to remain wild and free. Untouched by human hand…even in death. We can observe, listen and sense…but not touch. When we see with wild eyes, we realize that these beautiful Beings are a direct conduit to The Divine, more ethereal than physical. They carry into the world the purest love.

My years living with Wildness—barefoot, naked and free—saved me from the clutches of death. I deeply realize how desperately I hunger to merge with this Wild Force and become it, every single day of my life. I now respect this same hunger in other species. Wildness is not merely a concept. Wildness is not merely something these Beings live ‘in’ or ‘with’. Wildness is not merely who they are, who we all are. Wildness is a self-determining Life Force, all unto itself, a piercingly intelligent and untamed force that none of us can live without. Love, Robin