I watched an amazing documentary this weekend about an amazing man, Martin Strel, "Big River Man." I was amazed at what a Dude he was. There is nothing pretty about him. He doesn't try to be something he's not. He is, to sometimes a fault (If I can say that), utterly honest with himself even to the misfortune of those around him. For it, he is highly misunderstood, and yet, his presence still commands total attention and respect. After all, he has swam all of the largest Rivers in the World in effort to bring attention to the necessity for clean water, and to save what remains of the natural world.
As the documentary unfolded, I appreciated his down-right honesty and his infectious charisma for his cause. Still, as he swims further down the Amazon, I realized I was not just watching a man with a cause, I was seeing someone on a spiritual jurney. Every paddle of his arm brought him one stroke closer to the center of himself. Every kick of his foot propelled him deepr into the unknown along the river banks of the Amazon, as well as his own relationship to the Earth he was swimming to so desperately raise awarness for.
Far down the river, he transcends into what he refers to as, "The Forth Dimension." I have seen no man with such determination to achieve his goal, even if death was to be the inevitable outcome. He refused to stop. It was as if his expedition had turned into a suicide mission of the highest order. Doing so, he faced the truest depths of what it means to be alive, by way of experiencing the energies of his body as nothing more than reflections of the water and land he had become a part of. Like all deep revelations, it was a truly terrifying and beautiful experience.