Beckoning of the Bitterroots

There is a voice in the distance that only I can hear, there is a calling from a mystical landscape that is drawing me into its realm, and there is a deep beckoning from a range of whispering mountain peaks. I have heard this call many times and I always seem to submit to its persuasive nature. The spirit of the Bitterroot Mountains to the western horizon of the Big Sky knows my name and she knows that my heart is strong with her. Her voice is harmonious with the tranquilly calming sounds of wind through the trees, rivers and streams, and the bird’s song carried by the breeze. This is a voice that cannot be denied by any man, for it is the same voice that called to the primitive man, the mountain man, and to now the modern mountaineer. It is a sweet sound that causes the mind to eliminate all modern turmoil with the freedom of the hills in which she sings. The melody of silence can be interpreted as the truth granted by her alpine wonders and forested mysteries.

            Can you hear this voice, can you hear this magnificent symphony of wilderness in which the heart of these majestic mountains is broadcasting into our minds and into our souls? Listen and feel her intentions of providing love for life and the embrace of freedom. The Bittterroot Mountains and not only calling, they are begging to be noticed and appreciated by man once again. These are the mountains that struck fear and wonder into our species for ages.  They are now, themselves, in fear of being forgotten as the long forgotten primitive man and beasts of the wild that once stood before them as humbled creatures of the Earth. Listen to the song that plays long into the night, the song that shall sooth the most disgruntled mind into bliss, please strain your hearing and your consciousness to listen for the song of the Bitterroot Mountains.

The spirit of the Bitterroot performs her masterpiece. A grand symphony that has been rehearsed for the last millennium with the intention of perfecting its composition for this one point in its long geologic history. The score is written with truth, every note is dynamically perfected by peace, and it shall reverberate the message of freedom to whoever listens and appreciates. It is a beckoning. It is a call to arms yet this assembly is not with intentions of war yet a resurgence back into life and love. Her voice is carried over the crest of snowcapped crags, resounded by the ancestral spirit of the wolves, relayed past the deep canyons of the rivers, recorded into the ancient rocks on the valley floors, and her script has been long written down by the wise souls of the cedar trees.

I hear the calling, I embrace her enticing lyrics and angelic voice for she is beckoning me to her vast kingdom of wilderness glory. I am obedient to her command. I am hypnotized by her song. I need her. The Bitterroot Mountains are my home and I shall and must return. The entrancing ambiance of her solitude manifest visions of familiarity in my mind. Without her I am only but a man; however, with the gifts of genuine life in which she bestows upon a man I can achieve the grand euphoria of an immortal. I hear the epic of her orchestra as they pound the true identity of my spirit with every note. I am listening.

These mountains whisper a truth that can only be understood by those who fully accept its message. A message of true beauty and enlightenment. There is no greater sensation then the gentle embrace of the wilderness as its spirit lifts the distracted soul into realms of nirvana. The Bitterroot Mountains will heal me and any other individual who seeks her salvation for her blessings are provided as forgiveness to the human soul who has forgotten the splendors of wilderness. Seek the sounds, the voice, and the song in which these towering mountains exhibit. Listen and you shall hear the symphony of divine nature. Embrace this music. Accept these hymns of the wilderness, and sing out loud the truth that only she can provide.

The Bitterroots are, in fact beckoning, and it is up to the individual to present themselves before the throne of all that is freedom, peace, truth, and love. Come now, she is waiting.

Freedom Found Through Wilderness, Through Wilderness A Happy Peaceful Soul.