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Some crazy but good advices from the Forest Man in these times of panic buying and quarantine

Publicerad 2020-03-16 10:35:00 i Collapse of civilization, Collapse preparation, Coronavirus,

-If the food ends at home or in the shop, go to the forest and eat sprouts from the trees and bushes, and eat all edible wild plants you can find (the best way to find out if they are edible is tasting if they do not taste as poison). Now it's spring with plenty of sprouts out there. Sprouts are juicy and full of heavenly, concentrated nourishment. This is also the best way to fast, where you become most "high" and paradisic in your body. 
 
-If the toilet paper ends at home or in the shop, go to the forest and poop there, digging a hole first with a stick, or if the ground is already full of poop, take with you a plastic bag and put the poop in that bag and throw it away, preferably in some poop compost. Dry your arsehole with leaves, or, this is my favourite; moss (mossa), preferably a little wet moss. It's excellent, and your arsehole becomes totally clean and fresh, no risk for the "itchy arsehole syndrome". When you have pooped in the hole, cover it with soil and leaves and moss. 
 
-If you want to escape the city because of a quarantine that has already happened, and the military and police are guarding the borders of the city, if you are lucky the city lies by some big lake or sea, so that you can swim out of the city into the nearby forests, escaping in this way. But do not do it before the water in the lake or the sea has become warm enough. It might though be better to freeze to death or drown, than die from catching this really horrible COVID-19 sickness. Starving to death is also a much, much more merciful way to die. 
 
-If you are wise enough, you escape the city before the quarantine, being able to read the signs of this beginning to happen. The best way to do this is to escape to some relatives or friends on the countryside, but a good tent and a good winter sleeping bag also does the trick - you can live in the forest with these heavenly tools, the best investment ever, according to my experience, also in good times. 

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Lars Larsen

Born 1984 in Finland. Norwegian, lives in Stockholm, Sweden. Poet, ecotheologian and ecophilosopher (though not an academic such in both cases, although he studied theology for almost three years at Åbo Academy University), is also called "The monk" ("munken", he is monk in a self-founded monastery order, "Den Heliga Naturens Orden", "The Order of the Holy Nature"), he calls himself "Forest Man Snailson" (Skogsmannen Snigelson) because of certain strong ties to Nature and the animals, founded among other things through many years of homelessness living in tent, cot, cave and several huts in the Flaten Nature Reserve, the Nacka Reserve and "Kaknästornsskogen" outside of Stockholm. He debuted as a poet in 2007 with "Över floden mig" ("Across the river of me"), published by himself, he has also published an ecotheological work, "Djurisk teologi. Paradisets återkomst" (Animalistic theology. The return of paradise") on Titel förlag 2010. He has published the poem collection "Naturens återkomst" (The return of Nature) on Fri Press förlag 2018 together with Titti Spaltro, his ex-girlfriend. Lars's professions are two, cleaner and painter (buildings). Before he was homeless, but right now he lives in Attendo Herrgårdsvägen, a psychiatric group home for mental patients in Danderyd, Stockholm. His adress is: Herrgårdsvägen 25, 18239 Danderyd, Sverige. One can reach him in the comments section on this blog. His texts on this blog are without copyright, belonging to "Public Domain". He is the author of the texts, if no one is mentioned.

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