The Pure Naturist is a story I'm writing that will revolve around magick, naturism, corrupt politics, and cultural brainwashing. The story kicks off with a baby lost in the woods after her parents crash their car. I don't know how realistic it is for a human baby to luckily survive in the woods independently, but it's a critical foundation for the rest of the story. The plot starts in 1990 and will continue up to atleast 300 years in the future. Because this girl is pure, having no corruption from human influence in her early childhood, she becomes in perfect harmony with nature, and through meditation and other steps along the way, learns how to control the powers of nature, such as gravity, fire, manipulating physical matter, and lastly, life which she can use to heal, change physical age, or alter genetics. This is a work is progress, but please let me know what you think as I go along, and feel free to correct me if my facts are off. I was thinking of including Steven Gough in the storyline, or at least a character similar to him. I hope to make it a movie someday. I've also made an effort to format the text so that it's easier on the eyes. After all, it is quite a bit.



Eric, Jane and their infant daughter rode through a British country area in their car. They were on a road trip to visit little Emily’s grandparents. Dense woodland populated the road as far as the eye can see, and beyond. The hours dragged on slow and the radio repeated previous songs from time to time, making the trip feel like a big loop in time. Jane drove as Eric sat passed out in the passenger seat. She checked on her daughter through the rear view mirror and continued along the tremendously boring straight road. She was starting to feel drowsy, but was near her parent’s house at this point. And so she pressed on, eagerly awaiting that turn at the end where their destination awaited just a kilometer beyond.

The sandman apparently ran out of patience and finally came for her just as she was close to the turn. And thus the car drifted into the other lane. Rumbling startled her back to conscienceness as the vehicle glided along the road’s exterior. But it was too late as she had lost control. They hit a ditch, flipped and tumbled down the hill, but not before sending the husband flying out the windshield. The passenger seat belt had never been used before.

The mother, seriously injured, summoned up all her strength to recover her senses. She struggled to get Emily out of the car seat, feeling exuberantly relieved that the baby suffered minor bruising.

“Eric!” she called out in a hoarse voice. “Eric!” she repeated, but even more hoarse. The headlights were busted and it was too dark to see around. It was futile.

She was bound and determined to get her baby to safety. Weak, she stumbled down the hill, attempting to take advantage of a critical shortcut. Her will to live and her love for Emily was overpowered by the exhaustion of the ordeal. With vision and strength quickly fading, she fell to her knees, with Emily in her arms. Now she knew she couldn’t continue on, but applied all the effort she could to rotate her body, and fall to her back as not to crush the baby. Try as she might to avoid it, Jane’s eye’s finally closed.

Emily, confused and crying, looked at her mother for a time. As typical for a baby, curiosity eventually got the better of her, and she began to crawl toward some mushrooms in a cave just big enough for her to fit through.

The next day, an ambulance arrived at the scene. As they searched, they found the father, not far from the car.

“Bag him.”

Shortly after, they found the mother.

“Wait! We got a live one here.”

The following day, the local newspaper covered the story of how a married couple lost control of their stationwagon and crashed into a ditch, detailing the demise of Eric and the struggling process of Jane’s recovery.



Emily, oblivious to human culture, lived out her days in lush woodland, finding mostly vegetation for food. Having grown up in this environment, she was adapted against illnesses and germs that would otherwise make most people terminally sick, as they are devolved through the lax living conditions of civilization. She was also climatized to the heat of summer and the cold of winter, despite having outgrown her baby clothes. In fact, she wasn’t even aware of the concept of clothing.

The forest animals, though not as human-friendly as domesticated animals, were not threatened by her and paid her presence no mind.

She admired the beauty of a deer standing in a meadow with sunlight shining through a gap in the trees. Another deer approached and mounted the first one.

“hmm?” she uttered. Without contact from other humans, she didn’t know any languages.
“uh…” She thought they were playing, especially after seeing how playful baby animals are with each other. It required her to witness other animals to understand the general concept of what was going on. As this was common in nature, she figured that it must be normal like eating, sleeping and excersise, and was nothing worth focusing on with any real intrigue.

Despite being all alone, she was actually happy, but maybe only because she knew of nothing else. But to her surprise, she saw something she had never before witnessed. Through a series of long weeds, further obstructed by a bit of a distance, she discovered another creature like her, but twice her size – An adult human woman. The woman was not able to see her, because her sense of sight was not nearly as evolved as Emily’s.

But she had to find out what her species was like. Emily was confused as to what was covering the woman’s skin. She assumed it was something that grows on humans as they grow up. She didn’t like it. It didn’t seem like the animals fur. It didn’t seem natural. She was scared as she approached, and considered turning back to the life she knew, until the woman took notice of her.

The woman was clearly a nun.

“Oh, God!” she panicked, “Dear girl, what on Earth happened to you?!”

Emily was confused. Are these the sounds that her species makes? What does it mean? Is the woman hungry? Emily also assumed at this point that all humans were like her and the nun. Emily wondered what the bulging in the woman’s chest was. She assumed it may have been a condition similar to when she once sprained her ankle and saw some swelling. She also wondered if her species did what the deer in the meadow did, but couldn’t figure out how that would work, because there was no opening in this strange woman's "fur".

A priest came up and shared the same shock as the woman.
“Good lord!”

At this point, Emily was very nervous. She couldn’t understand the words, but the emotion had some definition to her.

“Were you raped?” The nun quickly asked, based on her lack of clothing.
“It’s unthinkable what you must have been through. Who did this to you?!”

Now Emily was very nervous. The emotion she observed from their attention on her suggested to her that they were going to attack and eat her. She quickly turned, but the nun put her hand on her shoulder and said in a more soothing tone, “It’s ok, we want to help you?”

Emily was not used to such dynamic change of emotion like this. Her theories as to what was going on was numerous, but none were accurate.

“Can you speak?” the priest asked.
“Uh?” Emily muttered.

The sounds her fellow humans made were so much more diverse then that of the animals. At first she thought they were going to attack her, and now she thought they were doing a mating call.

“Poor girl, she’s traumatized. We need to call the police so they can do a rape kit on her to find out who’s been abusing this child. She can’t even speak!”

The police arrived and were shocked at the sight of a naked 10 year old girl. She wondered if it was normal for humans to freak out every time they meet a new human. Scared, she ran, but the police caught up to her.

In the medical office, the rape testing began. As they entered that strange thing into her, she wondered if this was her species’ version of what the deer was doing, which made sense to her at the time because every human she’s met so far had some type of creepy, unnatural fur cutting off their skin from the world.

NOTE TO SELF: Get a woman’s description of what sex is like to accurately depict what Emily may have assumed during the testing.

At this point, Emily assumed that this was indeed the same thing. But seeing how casual the animals were about it, she thought that this was nothing special, just another normal natural activity.
The church found her a home, of course occupied by strongly faithful servants of God. She couldn’t make sense as to why they put clothes on her. They partially limited her joint movements and felt overall awkward. They stayed wet longer then her skin when she went swimming. The clothes were just useless. But now she knew – human fur is removable and comes from a hoard called a store.



Having been part of human culture for 2 years, she learned their language. But the lifestyle always seemed twisted. Despite the fact that the church and religious groups were nurturing, their rules didn’t make sense.

“Why do we wear these clothes?” Emily asked her foster mother.
“Because people can’t just walk around wearing nothing. It’s wrong!”
“But their uncomfortable.”
“How are they uncomfortable? They fit perfectly on you.”
“They make it harder to climb things and get around in the woods.”
“Why on Earth would you want to do that. That’s for boys. Girls don’t do things like that.”

And so the conversation changed.

“Why do boys leave the toilet seat up? How can they sit on it like that?”
“They don’t. They stand when they pee.”
“How? Wouldn’t their geek-gee spray all over the toilet?”
“Don’t you talk like that! If you do, I’ll have to wash your mouth out with soap.”
“Why???”
“To clean your dirty mouth. I won’t hear any more of this filth, you hear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Now go out and play.”
“Yes, ma’am.”

Emily went to the local lake to swim, one of her favorite pastimes aside from adventuring in the woods. Her foster father was enjoying a tan nearby, dressed in shorts and sandals.
“Hello, Emily. Are you enjoying your day?” They knew her real name through DNA testing, but because of the car accident 12 years ago, CPS considered her real parents unfit to raise their own child.
“It could be better.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’m confused on some things, but Betty won’t answer my questions.”

They had an understanding about the mom/dad concept because Emily has only been in their custody for a quick 2 years.

“Really, like what?”
“Like, why do we wear clothes? Especially you, now. Don’t you have to let the sun touch your skin to tan.”
“I do. I have a tan now.” He looks at his arms, chest, and legs.
“But what about under your shorts?”
“What about under my shorts?!” His tone changed to angry now.
“How does your geek-gee get tanned?”
“Where is this dirty mouth coming from all of a sudden? You don’t talk like that!”
“Sorry…”
“Look, it doesn’t matter because people don’t see that area anyways.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s bad!”
“Why?”
“It just is, damn it! What are you, a broken record? Why do you keep asking why?”

Realizing this conversation was going nowhere, she changed the subject.

“Can I swim without my clothes?”
“Why in the Lord’s holy name would you ever want to do that!”
“Because I swim better naked.” Emily quickly responded, as his eyes bulged with shame, “The water feels so much better against my skin and it’s a lot easier. Plus there’s no cramping of clothes against my skin when I try to move around.”
“That’s enough!” he yelled, his eyes bulged more and more after each passing sentence from Emily, “Don’t you know that it is against God to be without your clothes?”
“God didn’t seem to care when I was naked growing up. He didn’t even drop me a post card.”
“That it, we’re going to go see your foster mother right now!”

Betty was not expecting good news, that’s for sure. Witnessing Emily being dragged by her ear, she knew it was time to introduce the switch. This aggression reminded her of the nature of predators in the woods. Granted, most of them were too small to be a threat to her, but she understood what it meant to defend one’s life from hostile predators.

Just before the switch connected, she wiggled out of their grip and sprinted into the woods, never to look back again.

2004

She thought she was fleeing a mortal threat, but what mattered to her now was she was finally free again! Free from the madness of her own kind. But now she was dealing with something new. Emily was starting to grow out her breasts. She didn’t know why or what her breasts were about. All her foster parents were willing to tell her was, “You learn about it when you get older. You are too young to understand.” So she was left to simply accept that if it’s happening naturally, it’s meant to be, and like her foster parents told her, she’s supposed to somehow understand on her own. Failing to understand, she wondered if this meant she was less intelligent then her fellow humans, that something may be wrong with her.

It was frustrating. She couldn’t make sense out of how something bad could happen from learning about her body and that of boys. She relaxed herself and her breathing to maintain concentration, sat down in an indian style, and spent a few hours thinking long and hard about it. What she didn’t realize was that she was actually meditating. Though she didn’t recognize this as meditation at the time, she did acknowledge that the technique helped her maintain her composure and concentration to better figure things out. She continued to meditate over the years.



United States President Ron Paul was giving a speech to address complaints from a minority of Americans who are often not taken seriously by the majority public – nudists. With her evolved sight, she watched it from a distance in the woods. By now she had done a lot of exploring and travelled far, mostly by woodland and rough terrain as to avoid contact with other humans whom she feared would attack her like her foster parents 13 years ago. What she was watching it on was some kind of small tv screen that can fit in a human hand, it seemed. The person watching was on a beach, along with several other people. But something was different…no one was wearing clothes. Maybe there really was a God! To see an entire beach full of people like her, people who didn’t feel the need for clothes.

She didn’t have to rake up much courage. After all, these people seemed like her. They didn’t seem ashamed of their bodies like she had seen with the church. So she approached an elderly man.

“Excuse me, sir, do you mind if I ask you a question.”
“Sure, go on ahead!” He was very polite, and Emily was even more relieved that this man had no reaction to her nudity at all. It was as if he couldn’t see her body at all. But his vision was clearly present as he made eye contact with her as he spoke.
“Promise not to get mad?”
“Depends. Are you going to ask me how old I am?” he said in a joking tone.
“Oh no, I wanted to know why everyone says that wearing no clothes is wrong,” she returned, preceeded by laughter. Then the old man laughed.
“Do you think that I believe that it’s wrong to be naked?”

Emily laughed at the rhetorical question.
“Well, maybe not you, sir, or anyone on this beach for that matter, but everyone else…”
“Because their idiots.”
“OK.”
“OK?”
“Uh?”
“Are you really going to leave it at that? You’re asking me questions to help educate yourself, and you’re satisfied with a simple opinion that’s not backed up with facts?”
“Well my foster parents told me that being naked is wrong and that they say that’s a fact.”
The old man sighed.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she cried, “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“Mad? No, disappointed.”
“In me?”
“No, the people who raised you.”
“They’re church people. They worship God.”
“So does that mean that everything they do and tell you is right?”
“Well, they have been around longer then me, but it just doesn’t make sense to me.”
“Let’s get back to what I said about them being idiots. Why are you satisfied with a vague answer and no solid facts?”
“Every time I tried talking to them about things like nakedness, they told me I was talking dirty. And when I’d ask why it’s dirty, they always say that it just is. They wouldn’t even explain why that deer in the woods was on top of the other deer.”
“How old are you, kid?”
“25.”
“Are you joshing me!”
“Uh?”

There was a pause.

“I’m sorry, I’m not as smart as other people.”
“Bull****. I hate that attitude. Just because you’re not familiar with something doesn’t mean you’re not smart. It just means you need to learn, and there’s nothing wrong with learning. I’m still learning things to this day. But back to the point, do you really not know what sex is?”
“I never heard of it. Honest.” Then she looked down and found a surprise, “What is that?”
“April!” The old man called out to his granddaughter, sunbathing next to a man and another woman.
“What’s up, Gramps.”
“Don’t what’s up me! Could you help this girl? She’s been extremely sheltered as a child and is in dire need.”
“Oh…” April said in a concerned tone, “I’d be happy to help. What’s the problem.”

Emily was overjoyed! Finally, the world had become sane, at least in England. People were actually honest now. It was unbelievable. Not one, but 2 humans that are actually happy to discuss things that no one would touch on before. It was like she had been plucked into a new reality. But apparently, according to the speech on the little screen, Americans are still mentally disturbed.

“This young lady doesn’t know what sex is.”

Hours passed and Emily was pleased to be able to freely talk to people along the beach coast. No redicule, no hostility, just friendly and non judgemental interactions.

Finally before leaving the beach, she spoke to the old man one last time.
“I’d like to thank you for all your help. It really means a lot to me that you took the time to help me understand these things. But when sex came up, we did lose track of one thing.”
“You’re certainly welcome,” he nodded, “What did you have on your mind?”
“The thing you said about idiots being the people who hate nudity.”
“Ah, yes, I remember now. Do you know why I say they’re idiots?”
“Uh, no…”
“Have you ever heard of brainwashing?”
“No.”
“Brainwashing is the event of changing another person’s beliefs or behavior. Young children are often the prime targets of brainwashing because of their imitation habits. Most of the people in this world have been brainwashed into thinking that the human body is disgusting, when in reality holds beauty they take for granted. And so, people have grown to be offended by the very sight of what’s down there, and what’s up there.”
“But it’s for breastfeeding babies, what’s wrong with that?”
“Some people think that’s sexual abuse.”
“But it’s perfectly natural. I’ve even seen animals do it.”
“Yes it is perfectly natural, and there is nothing wrong with it. In America, if you’re caught breastfeeding your baby, then CPS takes your kid away from you, and the police will take you to prison throughout the duration of your kids childhood and teen years.”

“Why?!” Emily cried in dismay, “How can they possibly think that’s bad?”
“It hasn’t always been like that. Around 2012, about three years ago, there was some controversy over it, but it became illegal in America last year. Women caught breastfeeding are sadly charged with child molestation and are required to register as sex offenders, which group them into the same criminal category as violent rapists. It makes no difference weather they do it in public or the sanctuary of their own homes. Looking up the criminal background of breastfeeding mothers yields back just 2 words that have become vague – sex offender.”

“That’s horrible!”

“America was founded by prudes, so it only gets more ridiculous from there. Granted, we were prudes too, but had grown up a little bit in recent years. Ron Paul’s trying to put a stop to this craziness, but Congress won’t endorse Mr. Paul’s bill.”

“How do these people stay in office?”
“Good question, but back to what I was saying before I got off track, the majority of the human world is brainwashed into thinking that genitals are nasty and nudity is lewd behavior.”

“What a ridiculous way to describe nudity? How is being in your natural state a behavior at all?”
“I’m glad you asked that question, Emily. It isn’t, and that’s why I call these people idiots – They are firm in their brainwashed beliefs, but since such principles are not logical, and they refuse to research the facts, they have nothing to back up their arguments, yet somehow, they still think that they’ve proven themselves right. For example, when textiles…”

“Textiles?” Emily repeated, unsure.
“People who live in their clothes religiously.”
“That can’t possibly be healthy for the skin.”
“It’s not. Wearing clothes all the time weakens the body’s ability to control it’s temperature, thus declimatizing the person. How is your tolerance to cold and heat?”
“Actually, really quite well, to be honest. I’ve never felt cold or hot my whole life.”
“”…oh…ok, well that’s good for you, but most people don’t have that tolerance, but back to what I was saying, look down and tell me what you think about what you see.”
“I see your penis. From what I understand learning from the other beach goers, it’s circumsized. It looks like it’s taken the beating of time.”

There was a pause.

“Do you feel the slightest bit of offence or disgust by it?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to touch it, but seeing it is no worse then seeing somebody get beaten or killed by a longshot. Besides, everyone grows old eventually and gets the same treatment from Mother Nature.”

“My point exactly. This thing doesn’t even work anymore. But what’s so incredible about society’s brainwashing is that a lot of people actually think just the opposite of what you said.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Exactly! Which is why I call these people idiots.”
“With that said, I think you’re quite valid in that opinion.”

“And the worst thing is that victims of brainwashing tend to share a uniform opinion, reinforced by other people’s opinions, not their original ones. Uniformity is not natural in a state of personal preference. You won’t see uniformity in human shape, gender, stars, planets, anywhere. Not naturally, anyways.”

Seemingly educated to her needs, she left the beach to learn more and more about the world she lives in. But what Emily failed to realize was that nudism happened to be permitted on that beach, but not in residential and business areas.