\u201cTo properly understand political power and trace its origins, we must consider the state that all people are in naturally. That is a state of perfect freedom of acting and disposing of their own possessions and persons as they think fit within the bounds of the law of nature. People in this state do not have to ask permission to act or depend on the will of others to arrange matters on their behalf. <\/p>\n
The natural state is also one of equality in which all power and jurisdiction is reciprocal and no one has more than another. It is evident that all human beings \u2013 as creatures belonging to the same species and rank and born indiscriminately with all the same natural advantages and faculties \u2013 are equal amongst themselves. They have no relationship of subordination or subjection unless the lord and master of them all had clearly set one person above another and conferred on him an undoubted right to dominion and sovereignty. <\/p>\n
– John Locke, Two Treatises on Government<\/em> <\/p>\n * <\/p>\n It was August, 2011. A multitude of bells rattled and clanked from the distance and were accompanied by the bleating of goats. Sunlight poured through the canvas tent like grain through a sieve. The heat of summer smothered me out of slumber. I opened my eyes and blinked to clear the dust from them. I looked around at the items in the tent: a bookshelf stretching from the back end to the front along one side, on top of which lay strangely-shaped and colorful rocks; guns tucked in the corner behind the bookshelf; the guitar and the daitos, wooden replicas of Japanese swords used in practice of various martial arts. <\/p>\n I was a single man, newly graduated from Arkansas State University\u2013Heber Springs, when I visited here about two years ago. That was before the goats. I was here now with Nikky, my wife of just nine months who was about a month along in her pregnancy. <\/p>\n My old friend Benjamin came out here to start a new life. He had gotten cheated out of his $200,000 business in Little Rock in an attempt to sell it. He sold his old property in Shirley, Arkansas, put half the earnings in savings and sunk the other half in a large sailboat that he kept docked off the coast of Greece\u2014just another in a long line of failed attempts. His wife Tiffany miscarried on the boat, and so they returned to Arkansas. <\/p>\n I sat up, waking my wife in the process. <\/p>\n \u201cGood morning,\u201d I told her with a smile. <\/p>\n She yawned. The goats bleated again, this time sounding louder. <\/p>\n I kissed her lightly. \u201cI guess we should go see if there\u2019s anything to do. Are you hungry?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cVery. So is the baby.\u201d <\/p>\n We got out of bed, put on our clothes, and exited the tent. The day met us with a full burst of heat. The trees were alive and basking in the summer sun. Up the dirty trail we saw Nathan, the elder boy, being led by a sea of goats. The goats shoved and pushed their way in a fight for leadership. The dark 16-year-old carried a stick that he bounced occasionally on the toe of his shoe. He smiled and waved at us. <\/p>\n The goats passed us by in a flurry of jumping spots and flapping ears, and Nathan stood before us. <\/p>\n \u201cWhat’s up?\u201d he asked with little enthusiasm as he looked up the trail. His Korean descent from his mother\u2019s side was evident in his dark, sleek eyes that always seemed to smile. <\/p>\n \u201cWhat do we need to do?\u201d I asked him. <\/p>\n \u201cGo see Dad,\u201d he said. \u201cHe probably wants you to help him with Josiah\u2019s platform. Follow me.\u201d <\/p>\n I looked at Nikky. We nodded and began walking down the trail. The silence was disturbed only by the creek that fluttered and rolled all along the way and by the faint buzzing of insects and the goats baaing ahead of us. None of us said a word on the walk, but Nikky and I laughed at the curiosity in the goats\u2019 eyes and in their light, joyful hops. <\/p>\n As we neared the bottom of the trail, I saw Benjamin getting the work site ready for the day\u2019s construction. He moved around in a flurry, scooping up logs, loading them on his shoulders, dumping them closer to where the platform sat that would serve as the floor to the next tent\u2014the next home\u2014that was going up. This one was for the younger boy, Josiah, who was strangely absent from the big clearing in the woods, the headquarters of the homestead. He must have slept in, <\/em>I thought. <\/p>\n Benjamin looked up at us, already covered in sweat. He waved, set down the tools he was carrying, and strode down the steep hill towards the creek, which flowed just opposite the main tent that we were now standing at. <\/p>\n \u201cWeeeeeell\u2026 Mornin\u2019!\u201d came his familiar high-pitched, singsong voice. He walked up to us. His short beard dripped with sweat, but his eyes looked alive and ready to face the day. <\/p>\n \u201cDid y\u2019all sleep well?\u201d he asked when he got to us. <\/p>\n \u201cWe slept alright,\u201d Nikky said. She looked sideways at me and suppressed a smile. She had complained about her back the night before because of the stiffness of the bed. <\/p>\n \u201cGood, good.\u201d He drew the words out in two separate musical notes. \u201cNathan, where\u2019s your brother?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cSleepin\u2019.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cSleeping?! Well go wake him up. The morning\u2019s already over. We\u2019ve got things we need to do today. We have got<\/em> to get things in order around here.\u201d <\/p>\n Three years of hardship deep in the national forest of Arkansas had done their damage to Benjamin\u2019s once hopeful spirit. He sat down and shook his head slowly. <\/p>\n *** <\/p>\n August, 2005. I had just been inducted into the Messianic Jewish congregation I would be part of for the next four years of my life. I would learn Hebrew, worship with fellow believers on all the Jewish holidays, work beside them, suffer with them. We would become a family, dysfunctional as most families are. As Messianic Jews, we\u2019re not really Jews (though many within that demographic are), but by Christian standards we are heretics: We\u2019ve denied the equality of Christ to the Eternal G-d (the Father), and therefore denied the trinity; we practice Torah, though most of Christianity interprets the writings of the New Testament to say that the Torah doesn\u2019t apply to Christians, at least not literally and wholly; we worship on Saturday instead of Sunday; we\u2019ve forsaken traditional Christian holidays, imagery, and many practices as pagan and false. <\/p>\n Yet the Jews reject us as well, because we follow who we believe is the prophesied Messiah, the heir of King David, and the redeemer of this world of paganism back to the principles of G-d\u2019s Law\u2014the man the mainstream Judaism rejects as a false Messiah, a pagan sent to mislead Israel. We are somewhere in between, rejected and isolated, and by society\u2019s standards, we\u2019re a little nuts. <\/p>\n Today is my first Sabbath with these folks. The men, all good ol\u2019 boys\u2014Gentiles\u2014from the South, sing and wag their long beards. We sing Christian praise songs and gospel hymns with a Jewish twist: Lines of Hebrew strewn into the mix of lyrics, and praises to Yeshua Hamashiach \u2014Jesus the Messiah. <\/p>\n There in the front of the group, leading the music on the guitar, is a man that reminds me of a good friend of mine from my old church. He\u2019s of average height, physically fit, and his dark brown hair and long brown beard give him the appearance of an outlaw from the wild west. But he sings those Jewish songs in a high pitch, like Paul Simon who, I would later learn, is one of his favorite artists. His Jewish fringes, four sets of white strings with a single deep blue strand in each set, hang just below his tan T-shirt and over his faded blue jeans. The cuffs of his pants are accidentally tucked behind the tongues of his brown leather work boots. I think for a moment that he looks like a dirty redneck (the kind I\u2019ve always disdained), but I can\u2019t deny his talent. <\/p>\n The songs end and we all sit to discuss the Torah portion. Each Sabbath there is a Jewish obligation to read a predetermined section of the Torah, the first five books of the Bible, so that a few chapters are read each week until in one year\u2019s time you read the entire text. On the same annual holiday each year the cycle starts over with Genesis 1:1. <\/p>\n The musician sits with his legs kicked out and crossed in the seat in front of him. We all face the front, where Yaakov, the presiding elder this week, leads the service. It\u2019s strange to me how different this service is from every church service I\u2019ve been to. The men raise their hands and speak right in the middle of the service, commenting on the text, debating the finer points of it. The subject of today is Torah Law, from a section from the book of Exodus. We\u2019re talking about returning our neighbor\u2019s lost sheep and putting to death our own ox that has gored a person. How does this apply to me?<\/em> I wonder. Just then someone raises his hand and says, \u201cWe can see that these principles apply today because whether the animal is a sheep or an ox or a dog, we still have the obligation to return a lost possession to its owner, and we still have to take responsibility for the actions of our pets. A dog that bites a person should be put down.\u201d I got it then. <\/p>\n The musician is the most opinionated of all of them. He\u2019s already lambasted the government and modern society over and over, and mocked the traditional Christian interpretation of several of the passages we\u2019ve read. Then again, they all do that, it seems. <\/p>\n The service has ended, and we\u2019re all filling plates from the kitchen area with all of the hot meals different families have prepared for the evening, a weekly tradition from what the elder\u2019s wife Linda told me. Some people have gone outside on the front porch to smoke. I find it strange that so many of them smoke cigarettes while they refuse to eat pork or shellfish or any of the animals forbidden by the strict Torah Law.<\/p>\n I\u2019m sitting at a far table by myself, listening to the bustling building full of voices and laughter and finding it ironic that I\u2019m off a back road in Jacksonville, Arkansas with a bunch of reformed Christians whose lives are morphing into Jewish ones. The musician pulls up a chair next to me and spins it around, sitting back and spreading his legs haphazardly. His boots thud on the wooden floor as he slams them down. <\/p>\n \u201cSo what\u2019s your name?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cAaron,\u201d I answer. \u201cYours?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cBenjamin. Nice to meet you.\u201d <\/p>\n We shake hands. <\/p>\n \u201cSo what do you think of all this?\u201d he asks as he motions around the room. <\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s very\u2026interesting. I don\u2019t really know what to make of it, to be honest. But I love the atmosphere. It\u2019s closer to right<\/em> than I\u2019ve ever felt in a church.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYeah, I think we all feel the same way,\u201d he answered. <\/p>\n \u201cSo what do you do?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cFor a living? I\u2019m an animal trapper.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYou trap animals?\u201d This is getting weird<\/em>, I think to myself. <\/p>\n \u201cYeah, I work all over the state. Mostly in Little Rock though. The rich people in Chenal who have the money to throw to me. In return I get squirrels and skunks and other rodents out of their attics and basements. Or whatever they need gone. Then I repair the damage and ensure they don\u2019t come back.\u201d He nods and smiles with his eyebrows raised high. \u201cWhat about you?\u201d he asks. <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m working with my brother-in-law. Learning to become an electrician.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a good job. If you ever need something else, just come to me. I give all Sabbaths and Jewish holidays off. I pay pretty good, too.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cThanks,\u201d I say with a nod. <\/p>\n *** <\/p>\n Josiah entered the tent with sleepy eyes. He was fumbling with his cell phone. <\/p>\n \u201cThere you are,\u201d Benjamin said. <\/p>\n His younger son looked similar to Nathan only shorter and with freckles spotting his tan face. <\/p>\n \u201c\u2018Bout time,\u201d Benjamin said as he ruffled his hair and poked his ribs. <\/p>\n \u201cYeah, yeah,\u201d Josiah said. He moved away from his father\u2019s teasing blows and a faint smile crept over his face. <\/p>\n \u201cYou sleep too much, boy. Go out there and get some eggs for breakfast.\u201d He left the tent. Benjamin looked up at me. \u201cYou ready to get started?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cReady as I\u2019ll be.\u201d <\/p>\n We made our way back up the hill to the new platform. Benjamin started to measure for the rail while I went and dragged up the logs he called for to build it.<\/p>\n \u201cJust wanted to say thanks for letting Nikky and me come out here to visit. This is something we want to do, eventually.\u201d <\/p>\n He looked at me. \u201cOf course, brother. Any time. You know how I feel about free labor!\u201d A giddy laugh followed. I smiled and nodded. <\/p>\n \u201cDad, we\u2019re ready!\u201d Josiah called from the kitchen area. We looked at each other and headed back down. <\/p>\n *** <\/p>\n Oil. The material world is composed of it. We wear it, process our food with it and then package that food in it. A plastic, synthetic existence. Mass-produced goods promote a mass-produced lifestyle. The plague of our time: Cancer. How many cases are tied to chemicals and byproducts of oil? <\/p>\n Work. Jobs are tailored to the needs of humanity, and the needs of today are dependent on time converted into money. Time spent on what? Entertainment, fashion, and that disgusting word that now dominates the globe: Business. Capitalism. <\/p>\n Government. It now stems from the people. From what people? You? Me? No. It is the will and whim of Corporate America. They produce drugs to correct the infirmities those same drugs create. They attack our citizens under shadowy guises, then start up wars with the accused scapegoats to steal their wealth and unite the world under the common system of modernity. Wall Street and Congress are in bed together, and we\u2019re the helpless offspring of that unholy union. <\/p>\n Media. Our minds are enslaved by it. Everywhere we turn information floods our senses at epileptic speed. False information to indoctrinate us with sex, drugs, violence, ideas of material \u201cneed\u201d; indoctrinate us with belief and trust in our lord and savior, Government. After all, we\u2019re helpless on our own. <\/p>\n What happened to what matters? Family, community, art, faith, hope, freedom. We\u2019re too modern for that. Nietzsche slew those traditional, outdated constructs. Let\u2019s move on. I look around at the world that has emerged as a result: A cold, dead, meaningless and robotic world where individuality and culture have been usurped by tailored suits and iPhones, where our every move is scrutinized by security cameras. Is privacy that<\/em> overrated? Or am I just paranoid? <\/p>\n My mother told me that insanity is not being able to recognize reality. Under that definition, I may be paranoid, but it\u2019s the majority that\u2019s gone insane. <\/p>\n *** <\/p>\n After a light breakfast, Nikky and I went with Josiah to milk the goats. He led the goats\u2014and us \u2014to the goat pen up the mountain side. When we got there the smell of pine pricked my nose. We led the majority of goats into the pen, then put the milk goat, Nanny, up on the table, and Josiah proceeded to milk her. <\/p>\n \u201cDo you like it out here, Josiah?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d He was distracted. <\/p>\n \u201cDo you ever miss the city?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cSometimes.\u201d He shrugged. \u201cWanna try?\u201d <\/p>\n I nodded. <\/p>\n \u201cJust grip here and pinch, then slide down while you put pressure on it. Roll the milk out.\u201d I filled the tin can with milk. <\/p>\n When we got back to the main tent, Benjamin separated the hairs out of the milk and shared some with Nikky and me. <\/p>\n \u201cTastes like milk,\u201d Nikky said with a shrug. I gagged. Milk isn\u2019t my thing, and goat\u2019s milk is no exception. <\/p>\n The boys went off to play and do chores, and Nikky decided to take care of the dishes and start on some sort of lunch. She\u2019s a fierce worker and indulges in the grittiness of natural living. <\/p>\n Benjamin and I made our way past the chickens and guineas, past the clearing that will soon be an irrigated field for gardening, and on the trail back to the tent Nikky and I had slept in the night before. <\/p>\n We talked about the news all along the way. Benjamin was slightly out of touch. Although he kept a few vehicles to get around out of the woods, a cell phone to communicate with his friends and loved ones, and a chainsaw, everything else stored in the large tents was fairly primitive: no TVs, no radios. <\/p>\n \u201cI just can\u2019t believe<\/em> this stuff is goin\u2019 on!\u201d he said. \u201cYou know this whole financial crisis is rigged, right?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cOf course I do.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s engineered. They\u2019re not concerned with helping the economy.\u201d He stared into my eyes. \u201cThey want it to fall.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cI know that. They <\/em>manipulate the wealth according to their needs. We\u2019re the pawns.\u201d <\/p>\n I sat on the porch while he went in the tent. He came back a moment later with a pipe to commence another one of our rituals. He hit it and passed it to me. The smell was skunky and potent. <\/p>\n \u201cYeah, brother, I tell you what,\u201d he said. \u201cI just can\u2019t believe Tiffany is leaving me. We\u2019ve been married for 20 years now.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a long time to just up and end things,\u201d I said. Tiffany was a woman who, as long as I\u2019d known her, wanted to honor her husband and raise their children according to his beliefs. She is strong and pretty. And now she lived outside the woods, in the small town that\u2019s nearest <\/p>\n Benjamin, and works at a Christian youth camp. Abby stays with her most of the time. <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve known you all for a long time now. You\u2019re good people. You\u2019re a good father and you seem to be a good husband.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d he said, \u201cbut she\u2019s just not satisfied with living in tents. I\u2019ve studied the Scriptures over and over on this. It says a wise man readies his land before<\/em> he builds his home. She wants a house or a cabin, but I\u2019ve got<\/em> to get this land ready first.\u201d <\/p>\n I looked away. I wondered if he remembered the parts of Scripture that talk about taking care of your family and providing for the needs of your wife, but I said nothing. <\/p>\n \u201cBut I think my boys are gonna stay out here with me.\u201d <\/p>\n He surveyed his land. Forty acres of the national forest, bought and paid for by Benjamin. <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m ruined, Aaron. The woods have spoiled me. Every time I have to go back to Little Rock to do a job, I lose it. I can\u2019t stand being bombarded with their brainwashing. Have you heard Katy Perry\u2019s song ET? They are mocking us.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYou mean the aliens?\u201d I smiled sardonically. <\/p>\n \u201cThe nephilim. I\u2019m almost positive I\u2019ve been abducted before.\u201d <\/p>\n Benjamin believes that the world governments are controlled by fallen angels under Satan\u2019s authority. There is Biblical evidence that these angels, who procreated with mankind before Noah\u2019s flood, have done so repeatedly throughout history in an effort to outbreed and destroy mankind. It\u2019s sort of Satan\u2019s answer to G-d\u2019s Israel. Benjamin believes they\u2019ve infiltrated the upper classes. In his theory, which fits with the Biblical understanding, they have human bodies but they are soulless. In place of the human spirit breathed by the Almighty they are filled with demons. They are the Nephilim, and Benjamin thinks they formed our government (and most of modern society), bought out mass media and the education system, and are now destroying the foundations of freedom, taking away one civil liberty at a time until the world is one giant totalitarian state devoted to the worship of Satan and his antichrist. <\/p>\n \u201cAbducted? How can you tell?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s a small circular chunk of flesh missing from my right shin. I\u2019ve read in several books that it\u2019s a sign of alien abduction.\u201d <\/p>\n I looked down at my own leg covered by my jeans. I looked at him with wide eyes as I pulled up the right pant leg, revealing an identical scar on my shin. He looked at it closely as his hand found its way up to his mouth. <\/p>\n \u201cNikky noticed it before I did, last year,\u201d I told him. \u201cNeither one of us could explain it.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m telling you man, you need to watch out,\u201d he said. \u201cThey target specific people. I\u2019m convinced the man who cheated me out of my business is one. But he\u2019s lower level.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cAnd you think I\u2019m being targeted?\u201d <\/p>\n He waited a moment. \u201cThey know the truth seekers.\u201d <\/p>\n *** <\/p>\n October, 2005. I call Benjamin up, bloodied from a nasty fall on the job wiring an old warehouse. My brother-in-law, despite his initial promises upon hiring me, says that business is picking up, and everyone has to start working Saturdays, with no exception. The bosses are asking me either to start working them or turn in my resignation. The Torah forbids work on the Saturday Sabbath, so after just three months of electrician work I decide to take Benjamin up on his offer. I\u2019m going to become a trapper. <\/p>\n I would spend the next several months extracting animals from houses in the bitter chill of winter. I would learn how to drive a standard transmission, because the company trucks are all old Toyota pickups with stick shifts. I would have several onsite accidents, and would quickly determine along with my coworkers\u2014who are all Messianic men from our little congregation\u2014 that I am somewhat accident prone. I would grow in my faith and the knowledge of it. And I would decide to go to college. Three years of grueling labor for businesses that I felt were unimportant in the eyes of Eternity had forced me into a mild depression and a heavy angst. I was an artist who had relegated himself to construction and the factories. I decide it\u2019s time to learn what I love and get a degree. I\u2019m going to earn a living while doing something true to me. <\/p>\n My opportunity comes when Benjamin announces to us that he\u2019s selling the business. He\u2019s spent too many hours away from his wife and kids, so he\u2019s packing up and getting the hell out of Dodge. He will live off the coast of Greece, because \u201cgovernment may control the land now, but the ocean is freedom.\u201d Well, he can have the ocean\u2014I\u2019m going back to school. <\/p>\n Somewhere along the way I begin studying conspiracy theories. I begin researching quotes from the upper echelons of society, and most importantly, I begin researching the details of the September 11th, 2001 attack on the World Trade Center. My findings quickly lead me to form my own socio-political theories. I begin to hate our government and the system it perpetuates. The more I look at, the more evidence I find that the world is being duped. <\/p>\n I want to talk to Benjamin about it, but he\u2019s halfway around the world, going through some sort of midlife crisis. I wouldn\u2019t see him again for a couple of years. <\/p>\n *** <\/p>\n \u201cI already talked to the boys this morning,\u201d Benjamin said to me. \u201cIf y\u2019all wanna come out here and do this with us, you\u2019re welcome to. We\u2019d give you the big tent that Tiffany and the kids have been sleeping in. Now that the boys have their own tents and my wife won\u2019t be out here anymore.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a tempting offer,\u201d I said. \u201cYou know we want out of society as much as you do. But I\u2019ve got debts, man. I\u2019ve got 10 grand in school loans to pay back, and if I come out here now, how would I earn money to take care of that?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cThat is an issue. I tell you what I\u2019ve learned out here, though. Out here, the sounds and business of the outside world are silent. Out here, you can think. Out here, you learn what\u2019s really important in life. I\u2019m convinced mankind should basically be living as paupers. That\u2019s what we\u2019re doing here. We don\u2019t go hungry, either. We work at our own pace, and we\u2019re always together as a family. Or, we were until Tiffany decided to leave.\u201d <\/p>\n I looked away. I thought about Nikky. When we met a couple of years ago, she was young and newly freed from her parents\u2019 home. Since we\u2019ve met she\u2019s taken my ideas and run with them. She craves<\/em> a natural life, close to the Earth and free from humanity\u2019s tampering. Our mutual mistrust of the system runs deep now. <\/p>\n \u201cSo do you know what the baby is yet?\u201d he asked. <\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019ll be a surprise. We\u2019re doing a home birth.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cWith a midwife?\u201d he asked. <\/p>\n \u201cWith a midwife.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ll be a good dad. I love my boys. When you have a boy, you get excited because you can teach him the things you know about being a man. But when I had my daughter, it was something else, brother\u2026\u201d A smile flashed on his face. \u201cI felt like a prince coming out of that hospital. And when they love on you, you just feel like the king of the world.\u201d <\/p>\n I had seen Benjamin and Abby, his four year old, playing together and I knew what he meant. I could see it in the way he ran around with her on the playground at the park, and I heard it in his voice when he talked to her. He was a proud father, and she was a daddy\u2019s girl.<\/p>\n We smoked some more. <\/p>\n \u201cHow much debt do you have anyway?\u201d he asked. <\/p>\n \u201cTen grand,\u201d I replied. \u201cBut it may go up. Now that we\u2019re having this baby and I\u2019m going back to school, I don\u2019t know if we can make it without the loans. I\u2019ve applied for them, but haven\u2019t accepted yet. If I do, it will be $6\u20138,000 more.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cI wouldn\u2019t.\u201d His voice was rising. \u201cIt\u2019s a trap, brother.\u201d <\/p>\n I looked down and nodded. \u201cI have to do something<\/em>, Ben. You\u2019ve got two decades on me. You\u2019ve lived your life, had your family. You\u2019ve earned some money so you could come out here and live the way you want. I\u2019m not there yet.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cLook at me, Aaron.\u201d <\/p>\n He was serious now. <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m telling you like I would tell one of my boys. You need to give back that money.\u201d <\/p>\n He looked at me expectantly. <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m serious,\u201d he continued. \u201cYou need to give it back before it\u2019s too late. That debt is the claim they\u2019re going to have on you when they call in the debts. You\u2019ll be separated from your family. Maybe indefinitely. You need to come out here, with us.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cAnd what am I supposed to do about the debt I already have?\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cA lot of people think I\u2019m crazy, so take this with a grain of salt. But if it was me, I\u2019d sell your car, put the money in gold, and ask your dad to pay off your debt. Then you can pay him back without the threat of being arrested later on down the road.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cHow?<\/em>\u201d I demanded. \u201cHow am I going to pay him back? I have to earn money.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll start up a log furniture business.\u201d <\/p>\n I searched his face for irony. There was none. <\/p>\n \u201cNikky and the boys can start on the garden, start canning things, and you and I will make log furniture and sell it. I also want to get this place ready for guided tours and that kind of thing. Maybe start a survivalist course. There are ways to make money, brother, without selling your soul. You don\u2019t need more than that. Or you\u2019ll just wind up like everyone else: fat, lazy, and blind.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cI know<\/em> the dangers, Benjamin. Don\u2019t you get it? I\u2019ve been struggling with this stuff for a while now. I want<\/em> the freedom this place has to offer. But my hands are tied right now.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cYou better<\/em> listen to what I\u2019m saying, Aaron. You\u2019re going to ruin your life.\u201d <\/p>\n I looked away. \u201cYou did this your<\/em> way. Let me do it my own way.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cLook,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m not gonna be mad at you if you don\u2019t listen to me. But I want you to think about it. The offer is on the table, and I hope you act before it\u2019s too late. If I\u2019m right about the timeline\u2014and it\u2019s looking like I am\u2014in less than a year society is going to collapse. You should be out here where the woods can take care of you. You won\u2019t be able to start once it happens. This,\u201d he said motioning around, \u201cis where the future is.\u201d <\/p>\n <\/p>\n We finished the platform by nightfall, with little said between us as we worked. <\/p>\n \u201cWell, Ben, I think it\u2019s about time we head out.\u201d <\/p>\n He shook my hand. \u201cHope you\u2019re not mad at me.\u201d He smiled. <\/p>\n \u201cNah. I just need time to figure everything out. I appreciate your concern for me, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. I think of you like a brother.\u201d <\/p>\n \u201cMe too,\u201d I said. <\/p>\n Nikky and I drove our little stick shift out of Benjamin\u2019s woods up the rutted drive, avoiding the rocks like mountain peaks that stabbed up into the air. Our excursion was over. We were going back to society\u2014back to our family and friends, back to school, bills, and a twisted system that weighs down on us, threatening to crush our spirits. Back to our ambitions to contribute to humanity, to help better the existence of our loved ones, and to make our mark on the world. We were going back\u2014for a time, at least. <\/p>\n * <\/p>\n \u201cA man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.\u201d <\/p>\n – Henry David Thoreau<\/p>\n Posted by: Aaron \u201cTo properly understand political power and trace its origins, we must consider the state that all people are in naturally. That is a state of perfect freedom of acting and disposing of their own possessions and persons as they think fit within the bounds of the law of nature. 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