Publisher: Artistic Origins (April 30, 2017)
Category: Memoir, Adventure, Inspirational
Tour dates: Oct-Nov, 2017
Available in Print & ebook, 181 pages
The true story of a simple man who has spent his life working amidst the quiet embrace of nature and her animals. Despite the happy normalcy, his soul calls out to him through a series of visions urging him to search for the higher design in his life. His inner voice beckons him out into the wilderness, away from all that he knows and understands, to find the higher meaning of himself.
After nearly a decade of stubborn denial, he removes his self-imposed blindfolds to embark on what is to become his personal journey into the unknown. What he finds will forever change his life.
Instead of meaning, he finds a tempest. Finding courage through his animals he forges onward in search of his own truth. Is there a greater universal design for each of us? Or is there only chaos and confusion? Your answer lies within, if only you dare to take the journey.
A Journey Within highlights the duality between both the physical and the spiritual. It carries a message of courage and inspiration to connect with life and the inner-self, taking the road less traveled, and living authentically.
Praise Journey Within by J. Mitchel Baker
“A good book. A REALLY good book. The author has a way with words. He has you thinking you are right there with him. I enjoyed the adventure Mr. Baker. Thank you! It reminded me somewhat of “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed. It all goes back to, or starts with, “Why do bad things happen to Good People”? I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. I’ve read so many books in an effort to find an answer that I agree with. Some ideas make sense, some do not. I truly hope Mr. Bakers’ journey (s) help him find the answer.”-Kindle Customer
About J. Mitchel Baker
Mitchel Baker is a graduate of Texas A&M University, living in San Antonio with his family. He has dedicated his life to ranching and managing natural resources, and continues to be a student of all things visceral. He is currently working on his sequel to A Journey Within as he stumbles awkwardly toward a higher consciousness.
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At the highway junction, Patch is resting under a tree desperately trying to cool off. His tongue is hyper-extended outside his mouth, the tip touching the ground and collecting dirt from his prone position. He makes no effort to remove the dirt. The horses waste no time in dropping their heads to forage, both for the roughage value and the moisture contained therein. A youthful Walker waits patiently, grinning, as I stretch and pull my aging disjointed body back into some semblance of functioning order.
Being completely out of water, I am looking over the map for a possible stream crossing our course. A strong cool blast of air sweeps abruptly across my body, nearly blowing the hat from my head. Instantly I look to the skies. I know what I felt is undoubtedly a gust front – the preface before a storm – a cool wet downdraft of air created by a high anvil-shaped cloud called a thunderhead. An unstable darkness is brewing on the near horizon of the sky. It is time to go.
Watching the skies and hoping the thunderhead will hold her water and float past our position, I see the isolated dark patch along my periphery is looming larger, transforming, building, and captures more and more of the blue skies of the atmosphere. Raindrops begin to fall, large ones, widely spaced, but when they hit their target the impact can be felt through the clothing. We quicken our pace still hoping we can skirt the storm. Looking upward, I realize there will be no avoiding this storm. The cloud is evolving, growing larger and angrier faster than the upper level winds can carry it beyond us.
Then comes the rain – heavy, steady, intense. Our clothes are saturated within minutes. Our hats, with brims proudly folded upward like a smile, now sag downward from the weight in the shape of a frown; a steady stream of water channels off the brim. Patch is greedily lapping water from the pools building on the blacktop. My groin is beginning to chafe from the unrelenting combination of saddle leather and wet pants. I find myself smiling at the audacious humor of the universe. I had asked for water and Mother Nature has provided for us in an altogether different manner from my expectations. Perhaps I should take a moment to give thanks. Instead my thoughts are on my raincoat. The possibility of rain had been factored in during the planning process, and the protective cover had been neatly packed away in my saddle bags. What was not expected when the rains came, however, were my bags hanging safely out of the reach of bears – ten miles behind us.
At the first crack of lightning and explosion of thunder the smile from the muse evaporates. The separation between the sight of lightning and the sound of its thunder is remarkably short, suggesting the danger is near. This is now a serious matter demanding a serious choice: do we duck and head for cover; or do we continue, knowing Glynn and Ty are more exposed and at higher risk on top of the mountains? Being approximately three miles away from our camp, and concerned for our compatriots, we decide to keep moving toward our base camp – right or wrong. The rain intensifies as the lightning strikes nearer. Our bodies hunker in the saddles to minimize exposure; a tense grimace accompanies a silent prayer. Patch has been reinvigorated with the cold wet air and the excess water. He is travelling on the adjacent highway again, keeping pace. I call him back to me, concerned about the passing cars he shares the road with.
Two miles left. The heavy storm is now a tempestuous fury: high winds, impenetrable sheets of moving rain, and lightning exploding so near and severe that a man’s very sanity is challenged. There is no place to hide and only blind luck keeping us from being struck by lightning.
One mile to go. Out of sheer terror and discomfort, we press the horses into a full gallop. The speed, the wind, and the heavy rain force us to look down and watch the ground fly by below; to look forward is too painful to the face.