I always saw cities as being inherently insane to begin with and Wilderness as a place for people to get whole.
My father and grandfather were both people who loved the wilderness and lived somewhat remotely a lot in beautiful places. However, then my father got religious and became a minister and was assigned to (on an volunteer basis) of being in charge of a church with my mother from 1954 to 1960 when I was 6 to 12 years old in Los Angeles. In order to be near enough to their church to be practical to be in charge of it we lived first in Tujunga (pronounced Tah-Hun-ga) and then a couple of years later we moved to Glendale where we stayed until I was about 21 years old and my parents moved to the San Diego Area and I moved first to the Hollywood Hills and then to Venice, California near Muscle Beach when I was 21. However, by about Thanksgiving 1969 I realized that this had been a mistake in various ways and moved to San Diego and returned to college once again.
So, for me, I always found God in the Wilderness whether that be the Ocean, the mountains, the Deserts (wherever it was wild and pristine without any or many people where I could wander without being bothered by other people much.
I found being an intuitive that I felt often aura wise cluttered if I was around to many other people especially in cities and found I could talk to God the most easily in the wildernesses of the world.
So, by 1974 I made my first attempt to move somewhere beautiful and relatively remote which was Mt. Shasta. Though that didn't work completely I tried again in 1976 and stayed a couple of years until my 1st wife and I divorced and I became a single father. Then I married again a lady I met in Mt. Shasta who was from near Santa Cruz, California and we bought land in the Mt. Shasta area on 2 1/2 acres of land and I built a house for us there starting around 1980.
So, when I looked to try to heal myself from Growing up in the Los Angeles area I found moving to Mt. Shasta and eventually buying remote land at 4000 feet elevation on Mt. Shasta with it's own water spring was how I gained peace within myself and found how to keep that peace mostly ongoing throughout my life.
Still today, when I first wake up in the morning if it is warm enough to do this I go outside in my back yard on the coast and commune with the trees and the birds in our area and nature in general. I haven't lost the ability to center with God in nature whenever I can even today.
I have found this really important to do especially during these Covid years where so. many are losing it completely. I have stayed relatively okay because of my habit of communing with nature in my back yard and in the coastal forests of Redwoods, pines and oaks and bracken ferns with our dog(s).
We only have one dog right now but since about 2000 or a little after we had two dogs most of the time until a few years ago now. And they have always loved communing with nature with me over the years along the beaches and coastal forests.
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