Wild Herb Ways. Vitaliste bioregiónal. Healing biospirit. Magical Realism. Fiction author Paul Manski. SW on Turtle Island. Ocotillo, juniper to pine bioregion.
Wild Herb Ways
Wild Herb Ways. Vitaliste bioregiónal. Healing biospirit. Magical Realism. Fiction author Paul Manski. SW on Turtle Island. Ocotillo, juniper to pine bioregion.
Báshzhiné Dził or Dził Łigai Sí'án White Mountain,
Dzil Nchaa Si An. I don’t really know anything about these things and if you want to know you should make yourself strong with the pollen i was talking about, that grows on the mountain we will visit to together soon. There are people we are praying for right now that they will become strong. This divine mother knows their names. What we will not be able to do, she will do. So that is all I have been saying since Eileen and Josh were by my side and we would go up to the spring where the oaks and manzanita grow. There were root beer flowers and indian rice grass circles in the red sand. We would feed Sally’s horses and walk down to Easton’s. Susan and Steve were making sweats and we were not afraid of anything because we loved each other.
Owning the Peace Pilgrim way. Every twelve years with the Saturn return, the holy people wandering star returns up there in the sky. We do same, return and deep within our wellbeing we work to complete our vow to return to mountain places we been to visited before to visit again. Think back to your own rites of passage and changes. You can see the messaging birth, age 12, age 24, age 36, age 48, age 60. All different kinds of things happening at different times in your life, not all different not all the same. Grateful with this commune of sharing at different ages. Singing praying from bottom of mountain to where you go near the top, to renew your promises made before. At the bottom you are praying with creosote aristilochia mesquite looking up at the four directions, while on the top you are praying with pine pollen, cedars looking down in all four directions. What you are doing is paying attention to everything especially your special intentions for the persons, plants and place in the will, in the heart, in the mind, with all the senses to break out love our people, love our place, these plants and mountains. Why am I here? Where am I going? How to do it in the best way? In my thoughts are wellbeing for everyone without exception. This is the rejuvenation wellbeing blessing thankful way. Of course every year when the estafiate comes up we renew, we rejuvenate it calling it the wind, wood liver energy. The rejuvenation like that of Mother Earth happens each year at springtime. So in this way, I happened to be praying for a long time going back and forth for everyone wanting to follow the Wild Herb Ways and for someone named ‘M’ becaused he was supposed to be teaching about the plants. When praying you can not care about effecting a specific change in a specific person because they have free will and what they want to do is what they are going to do based on what is in their mind and in their heart. If you send positive wellbeing and they want to embrace the selfishness of individualism for their own not wanting to have all things in common in a commune Wild Herb Ways sharing all ownership, then you let it go. It was a time of war and a cult had taken over so everyone was on edge, arguing, talking in a loud angry voice, pacing back and forth, yelling and screaming when normally whatever it was would not even be noticed at all. Even women who you would expect to be taking care of babies and baking cookies or making sandwiches were quarrelsome and yelling with a loud voice or strapping items on between their legs creating monsters, carrying knives and guns, drinking like sailors on shore leave. Women were pretending to be men and men were pretending to be women and no one could tell which was which. There was imbalance and the seasons would go from winter to summer then back to winter.
I am talking now about the mountain in the south west, three mountains together like waves on the water, each with saguaro at the base, creosote into juniper and oaks, growth into pine and spruce. There are three mountains together in the south west each one a nicely sitting there mountain there whose feet are in La Gobernadra meadows, waving green with five pointed yellow flowers, waving, big cactus trees with sweet fruit, cholla. Below is the south Gila river with cottonwood trees between them, to south east a Black mountain, farther north is the Rio Grande north and south to Magdalena in the north east then west north to Sierra Blanca, Escadillo and another great mountain lying down in the north west. These are the four sacred mountain areas. Somewhere at the top of each of these mountains is a gourd dipper, filled with water, connected to the north star man and the woman Cassiopeia who are a couple working to pool the water of springs and rivers that flow down to the valleys below. All these sacred mountains must be filled with water by prayers. If they are not filled with prayers then the snow will not come, the rivers will barely flow and dusty wind will make the people angry and no good for working together. We have seen this working to punish them with the damn at Glen Canyon, where the lake and damn are drying up. Where there were many power plants burning coal to better the lives of our people so they could control their destiny with electricity and running water. NGS Navajo Generating Station near Li’chi, San Juan Generating station at Shiprock, Four Corners Generating Station, Cholla Power Plant now they are gone and the high paying jobs are gone. A man could work and have a family with children and they go to colleges. First they closed the mines and tore all the power plants down. Then the regime government brought in opium, fentanyl, crystal methamphetamine and marijuana to further enslave and destroy with the cult of violent for profit mechanized war star stripe flag waving.
We call the earth by this name, Mary, for she never grows old. When her age began to show, she simply walked toward the east until she saw her form coming toward herself. She kept walking until her young self merged with her aging self and then, renewed, returned to her home. Among us who proclaim the commune peace pilgrim life born of free will, the name of this eternal was pastel drawn with colored pencil Woman. The colour of sky above us is turquoise blue sky. She wears the sky-goddess cape dazzle blue. She is wife girl friend lover of the sun. She becomes for us the divana pastora, the divine shepherdess. She is the keeper or animals of chipmunks and ground moles, of rabbits and cottontails, of fox, bob cat, wolf and bear. She is the keeper herder of sheep, cows, deer, antelope, elk, buffalo and elk. She becomes for us the queen of the flower world of flowers, coming every spring as Easter La Dama azul. She becomes for us the mistress of animals, The Lady in blue. As we consider ourselves those of us above ground under the mantle of blue, we make it clear by becoming clear, standing with the green, in all directions. This is our journey to peace through peace may all be well, This is the rejuvenation wellbeing blessing thankful way. ings always. She becomes the pregnant sky woman, Virgo, fertile mother La Señora of the night zodiac stars about to give birth, clothed with glory of moon light. She stands with the moon, as the moon supporting both her feet. On her head of beauty is a wreath crown of the 12 star signs along the ecliptic we know as the zodiac, strewn across the dark purple thread she weaves of sky, that are the three fates past, present and future. She becomes for us la gobernadora. She becomes for us the Larrea tridentata, creosote bush waving in the wind. She becomes for us the she being the queen on mescal bajada flats, greening of queens, flower of flowers, La Dama azul. The Lady in blue. As we consider those of us above ground under the mantle of blue, we stand with the green, in all directions, may all be well, This is the rejuvenation wellbeing blessing thankful way, blessings always. She became the pregnant sky woman, Virgo, La Señora, clothed with glory of sun light. She stands as the moon supporting both her feet.
The men We and I were told, so I tell you that they were doing something together, arranging all the stars in the sky. All the stars were laid out on the floor, like a giant puzzle in one hundred pieces. So you had to be careful walking around or you might bump the stars. They put up the Pleiades so in the eastern sky marking it for the first frosts of Autumn and the bear stars with Polaris turning around. They had a lot of good ideas and were doing good work, rearranging the stars of the night sky so everyone could understand what would happen next after that. Before they could finish a coyote walked in. He came by and was dressed in a man’s clothes, he wandered in and lifted his leg, peeing on the floor, near the door way and everyone said, “Why are you pissing in the house?” So coyote said, “What are you doing with all the stars on the floor? I have some ideas on how all the stars should go.” Before they could do anything he started wagging his tail, making a loud barking voice and howling and yap yapping and chasing chipmunk, gila monster and robin knocking over all the pieces of the puzzle. All the stars got pushed around in a big mess like they are today.
Then Mary is called changing Adzaas'unnadli said she would do something for a remedy. Thinking she would do it where the Sun first shone in the morning, she seated herself there. She was doing this because she liked it, to be a mother and carry life, so that people might live in a good way. Also she was doing it because to feel good is a power and strength and something people do in normal everyday situations. There were few people and she thought there should be many and she did it for that reason too.
There were many cliff houses, stone houses, hummingbirds nests filled with white shell eggs guarded by gila monsters, squirrel houses with pine nuts, pine cone chipmunk areas, owls hooting, robins hopping, agave and sotol houses, deer and elk houses, cougar, bob cat and bear houses there. The Great Teacher is a bioregional vitalist teacher of Wild Herb Ways, a peace pilgrim wellbeing advocate teaching love, compassion and empowerment strategies within the war cult dividend. Who being together in a communal supportive environment authenticate caring embraces Sun sky father as the good shepherd who knows his sheep and the sheep know him. Mary maiden Mary went from the settlement to the top of a high mountain and went where the rays of the rising Sun first strike. Mary used her free will and choice to exist and become for her people. She seduced the Sun and joined herself together. She raised her skirt and the “breath” of the Sun which is wind of the Holy Ghost at her choosing over took her entered her. She went up the mountain four consecutive mornings, and four times the breath of the Sun penetrated her. This girl who had never been married became pregnant and the people were making remarks about it.
The way that I described, is the way that teachers often work with a plant in order for us to hang out, spend time in a rather relaxed way, with the plant and understand the plant intuitively and experientially. This plant, like all plants is a living being, made by Creator and often times when you approach the plant you want to speak with Creator. Have a conversation between yourself, Creator, and the plant in terms of describing your condition and your intentions for use. Or simply use the plant, as it is, using your sense of taste, smell, touch, sight. Depending on your tradition, and what you are comfortable with, you want to focus on several things, our Creator, the plant which is part of creation as we are, and the specific person for who you are gathering. The idea is that we need to understand the plant within creation made by Creator and then what you are doing, why you're there, and what you're doing. Of course it's possible to just gather the plant, without any woo woo mumbo jumbo. Use the plant, buy the plant at a store and use the plant and never see where it grows, Seattle, Miami, Detroit Michigan, Florida or Albany, New York City, Miami, Chicago, Pahrump, Panguitch, Bitter Water, many places you will go to spread peace and love for your families.
It's up to you. For me though this is my approach according to my spiritual background and herbal understanding. Our Creator has created something with this plant, and you are going to create something too with this plant. To do no harm and share the possibility of mitigation of suffering by these herbs, as we are taught, to forgive but never forget. In the sense of not doing the same mistakes over and over. Yet it’s important not to be too heavy handed, Larrea tridentata is the southwest. It defines the south west, it is everywhere. It is plentiful. Many times with wild harvested plants there are serious sustainability issues, ethics of harvesting a wild plant. Considerations such as sustainability, endangered plants, wild harvesting are not at all part of dealing with creosote because of its extreme availability.
It's good to work, if you can, with the plant itself, yourself and practice getting into how the plant works in a face to face way directly where the plant grows.
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She became pregnant. She and the one walking around back and forth across the sky, were the only ones who understood about fertility and healing. After nine months she gave birth to a child there where she sat. She went back to the place with her child early each morning for four mornings and on the fourth, the child walked back with her. He was entirely dressed as he walked back with her.
You must know she lives in a turquoise tent palace at the glowing orange western horizon, where each night she beds down her luminous husband, the Sun. She has sister twin or double vagina of Yolkai Estsan, the moon's wife, Estsanatlehi was able to make herself young each time she began to age, accomplishing this in thirty days, so women have this time every month thus her name, the "self-renewing one keeper of mistress of animals, queen of flowers”.
On Earth, as in Heaven, full of beauty and balance, the first man and the first woman had a child, Change Woman, also known as the White-painted Woman or Asdzą́́ Nádle. She is accompanied by items flowing from the mouth and tongue that are words and speech and thought, both of which are in a bundle that Change Woman inherits. Change Woman is the mother of twins, she defeats the monsters, and is born for the water. She is the gift of the Gila Monster. At the end of four days Change Woman went up the hill and met with the sun, who asked her to go away and build him a house in the west. She agreed on the condition that she build a house as big as the one she had in the east, and that her sons had told her about. "I want it made floating in the western water," he said, ""from the shore so that in the future, when the people increase, they will not bother me with too many visits. I want all kinds of white stone shells, turquoise, halite, jet, soapstone, agate, and red stone planted around my house, so that they will grow and increase. Then I will be alone there and have nothing to do, for my sons and sister will go with me. Give me animals to go with. All this for me and I will go with you to the west." He promised her all these things and she made elk, buffalo, deer, long-tailed deer, mountain sheep, jackrabbits and prairie dogs to go with her. When she started for her new home, some divine people went with her to help her guide her animals, which were now in excess and increasing daily. At Black Mountain the buffalo broke away from the herd and fled to the east; They never returned and are still in the east. Sometimes the elk went east and never came back. Sometimes a few of the antelope, deer and other herd animals left and wandered east. After a while the woman changed to the big water in the west and went to her floating home beyond the shore. Here she still lives and here the sun meets her when her journey is done, each day as it crosses the sky
A house had been built for her, designed in various colors on the outside, and inside a ladder had been provided. The purpose of this was that she would live by the strength of this food. and too a white shell cornstalk and a turquoise cornstalk were set at her entrance and were made as uprights of the entrance. Their purpose was to make all things known to her. Pollen flowed down on the one to the east and on the one to the west. So at the tip of the one a bluebird regularly gave its call, at the tip of the other a cornbeetle regularly called. One would call regularly in the morning, the other at noon, one in the evening, another at midnight, and one at dawn. They had been made to do just that.
Estsa-eson stroked her hair and face and body to make her good and strong. Then they gave her the lamb that Kai de-Tizi had brought her, and she held it to her bosom, as she had laid it on the blanket. Begochiddy asked the people what name they would give this girl, but all were silent. And while they watched her, she grew older and older until she was a bent woman, and even as they watched her, she grew younger again, and changed before their eyes four times from youth to age, but in the fourth change she remained about twenty years old and she was very beautiful. Begochiddy called the white-haired woman Yultkay Stan, and the rest of the people called her by that name. From this time on, she could always be as old or as young as she wanted, and for this reason she was also called Estsa-ah-lehi, or the Changing Woman. Then he rose from the heap of clothes and returned the lamb to Kay-des-tizhi, the Man-wrapped-in-a-Rainbow. And the people turned their backs to him, and he went to each one and took his head in his hand and lifted them a little and thanked them for their gift. Begdey gave him a large basket full of flowers and gave the flowers to the people who put them in their hair and all were happy and grateful again. In the basket of flowers which he passed around were many poison grasses called Johnjilway, Toh-owhetso, Asgai-binee, Ajah-tohee, but no one received them; they only received the good flowers and the poison grasses were returned to Hogan. The person to whom the ceremony is being given sits to the south of it, the drawings and painting and sings, what I believe is the symbol of Estsan-ah-Lehi, the transforming woman, who never appears in any painting, although she is very sacred. This symbolic object is an ear of corn, strung on strings of turquoise, white shell, and other beads. The short little one, a medicine man living on the eastern side of the Boy, gave the following origin of the sand used in her ritual of blessing from the White sand Range below the osha mountain. This is the rejuvenation wellbeing blessing thankful way. blessing the chant: The story begins with the White Shell Woman. The people of the land had the chant and prayer belonging to Hozhonji, but because they had no painting to guide them, they were constantly mistaken. The White Shell Woman told them that she would help them and would “read” upon them, and use good words upon them, and arrange their arms and legs in a good way, in a blessing way and teach them the painting, the osprey qigong exercises.
She first took them to a white cornfield. She made her feet in the yellow pollen and then sat herself under a stalk of corn. This corn cob she had planted in the center of the cornfield. Here she said all the chants and prayers and when she was finished, a blue bird came and perched on the cornflower bowl and sang. In this way she knew that she had done everything perfectly. During the night, the White Shell Woman prayed and the next day she made her second painting of her house from the clouds. He built the cloud house again and the chair and the place for the medicine basket. This done, he took the chair and placed a medicine basket full of sputum in front of him and took off his clothes, washed and bathed his body and hair. He finished with a chant and a prayer and then told the people of Earth that he had now taught them the drawings and would use them for rejuvenation wellbeing blessing thankful way, blessings, crops, more children or whatever.
Water of the sunset. "When all the tribes had been established on this present earth, the Sun said to Changing Woman, `Your work here is finished; you must now go to the place of the sunset, where, far out over the great waters, I have built a house for you. I will send powerful guards with you the Hail, the Thunder, the Lightning, and the Water Ruler. The Wind, the Rain, the Clouds, and the Light have helped me make a beautiful house for you, and I wish you to live where I can meet you in the evening.' This house was built on a beautiful island called `Land that Floats on the Water.' In it were four rooms on each of its four floors, for which there were ladders of black jet, white shell, turquoise, and abalone on the four sides. On top of the house there was a multicolored thunderbird, larger than any that has ever been see, who was the chief of all thunderbirds. On his back he carried small thunderbirds of all the ceremonial colors. In the center of this palace was a large room with an altar decorated with all the colors of every flower that had bloomed and faded on earth, and with the spirits of all the birds. The main entrance was toward the east and was guarded by a white-shell rattle which gave the alarm whenever a visitor approached. To this place Changing Woman came to live forever and meet the Sun in the evenings.
Changing Woman is also called Earth Woman and White Shell Woman. She is the source of life, the giver of sustenance and destiny to all beings. As the Earth goes through seasonal changes - from the growth of spring and summer to the dying of fall and the coming of winter - so Changing Woman can attain old age, die, and be reborn. She is the symbol of the Female Rains and the presence behind the beauty of lakes, rivers, and mountains.
In the beginning, Changing Woman was found as a baby by First Man; she was reared by First Man and First Woman. She matured quickly, and at the time of her first menstruation a puberty rite was held to which all creatures came. Each creature offered groups of songs to bring Earth Surface People into being and to enable Changing Woman to create this new race and give them the power of regeneration. This is the rite that is still held for girls entering puberty. Dressed in white shell and molded into the most beautiful of maidens, Changing Woman was given to the Sun. Women are symbolically made into Changing Woman and are therefore wellsprings of beauty and reproduction.
Concerning Changing Woman, the Sun made the following decree: "She will attend to her children and provide their food. Everywhere I go over the Earth, she will have charge of female rain. I myself will control male rain. She will be in control of vegetation everywhere for the benefit of Earth People."
The symbol of the mother as the giver of life is most important. Out of the womb of the Earth, the Holy People emerged; from the womb of Changing Woman the ancestors came; From the womb all relationships are traced through the womb of the mother. The father brings about conception, but it is through the mother that he is related to the children. Brothers and sisters are related to each other through their having been borne in the same womb. There is a word children which means "those who came from the same womb" and which places the emphasis of parentage on the mother rather than on the father. Vegetation is considered the `dress' of the earth and the mountains, a gift bestowed at creation, a function of Changing Woman's annual rejuvenation.
Changing Woman ('asdza' na'dlehe') is the most fascinating appealing. Sun is attractive, his character obvious and clear. Changing Woman is Woman with a mountain quality. No matter how much we know about her, the total is a great question mark. She is the mystery of reproduction, of life springing from nothing, of the last hope of the world, a riddle perpetually solved and perennially springing up anew, literally.
Although Sun's decree concerning Whiteshell Woman, another name for Changing Woman, also contributes to my opinion: "Whiteshell Woman will go where I live. . . . She will attend to her children and provide their food. Everywhere I go over the earth she will have charge of female rain. I myself will control male rain. She will be in control of vegetation everywhere for the benefit of Earth People." Mirage Talking God and xactc'e'oyan decorated her with all kinds of herbage and flowers wherever they grew.
In sandpainting Earth is set off against Sky, the two making a pair, whereas Changing Woman is really a contrast to Sun. In myth Earth and Sky are primordial, having given rise to Coyote and Badger.
The identification of Changing Woman with Whiteshell Woman is one story that represents Changing Woman as the first and ideal baby, found under supernatural conditions.
First Man reported to his wife that for four days a dark rain cloud had hovered over tc'ol'i'i, the central sacred mountain; finally, the mountain was covered with rain, an indication that supernatural events were taking place. With song he approached the place and he heard a baby cry. He discovered the baby in a cradle consisting of sky messengers-two short rainbows lay longitudinally under the baby; cross-wise at its chest and feet were red sunrays. A curved rainbow arched over the face. Wrapped in a dark cloud, the infant was covered with dark, blue, yellow, and white clouds, held in by side lacings of zigzag lightning with a sunbeam laced through them.
First Man did not know what to do with the baby and took it home to First Woman who, with the aid of Mirage Talking God, reared it.
The eyes of the newly found babe were black as charcoal and there was no blemish (impurity) anywhere on its body. First Man and Talking God agreed that it should be fed on collected pollen moistened with game broth and the dew of beautiful flowers. According to Matthews, Salt Woman said she wanted the child and, presumably, it was given to her. It is thought that since there was no one to nurse it, Sun fed it on pollen. Nourished on such supernatural fare, it grew remarkably fast, developing with miraculous speed.
Changing Woman's adolescence ceremony was the first and most elaborate ever performed, and set a precedent for the future. Ceremonially dressed in whiteshell, the young girl was named-there was an argument about the names Changing Woman and Whiteshell Woman; both were retained-and she was modeled by kneading and pressing; thus she became the most beautiful maiden that ever existed. The entire effort was to make her pleasing to Sun; a cake was baked for his benefit and for him she ran several times to the east. At the appearance of her second menses there was a ceremony at which she raced for Moon's benefit. A rainbow, undoubtedly Sun's messenger, indicating approval of the ceremony, spoke to her: "This is truly Whiteshell Woman" Since from this point on, various tales agree about the essential features of Changing Woman's life and attainment of power, we may pause for a moment to consider a different story of her origin.
The people had been wandering and so many had been devoured by the monsters that only four, an old man and woman and their two children, a young man and woman, were left. They found a small image of a woman fashioned in turquoise. Talking God appeared to the people, bidding them to come to the top of tc'ol'i'i in four days. There they found an assembly of the gods. They had brought the turquoise image with them, and White Body, the counterpart of Talking God, had one nearly like it made of whiteshell. Talking God and xactc'e'oyan transformed the turquoise image into Changing Woman, the whiteshell image into Whiteshell Woman. At the same time they transformed an ear of white corn into White-corn-boy and an ear of yellow corn into Yellow-corn-girl. Then the company dispersed, the gods taking the boy and girl with them and leaving Changing Woman and Whiteshell Woman alone on the mountain.
The stories include Changing Woman's attempt to have intercourse by exposing herself to sunlight and water. People did not yet understand sexual relations, but the girl who had just reached puberty in the one case, the two maidens in the other, had sexual desire.
After Changing Woman had had intercourse with Sun, First Woman warned her of the danger in going away from home alone. She answered, "I am not entirely without knowledge," indicating that Changing Woman was endowed with supernatural power which did not depend upon instruction. Going to gather seeds, she met the white creature on a white horse with white trappings who turned out to be Sun. He instructed her to meet him in an especially prepared brush shelter. First Man built this for her and Sun visited her four successive nights, after which she became pregnant (Ch. 3; Goddard, p. 153; Haile 1938b, p. 91; Matthews 1897, pp. 105, 231; Reichard, Shooting Chant ms.).
Until the world had been cleared of monsters, Changing Woman's home was at tco'l'i'i.
Numerous references agree that living was hard and required a great deal of labor, subsistence consisting primarily of seeds, berries, and small rodents. The story after the first departure of The Twins concerns Changing Woman slightly. For some time she evidently pursued an ordinary woman's life, keeping the home to which the boys returned to report, to rest, and to get new strength and information about the next adventures.
After they had killed the worst of the monsters, Monster Slayer and Child-of-the-water made a second visit to Sun because there were still numerous lesser evils which had not been overcome. Sun gave them five hoops-black, blue, yellow, white, and varicolored-to each of which a large knife of the same color was attached; in addition, he gave them four great hailstones colored like the first four hoops, telling them to ask their mother what to do with them. Changing Woman, protesting that she had never been visited by Sun but had seen him only at a great distance, said she would try to do something with the hoops. By means of the hoops, hailstones, and knives she caused a fierce storm calculated to find every evil and danger no matter how well hidden. She said that now all evil was conquered; when Wind whispered the name of Old Age into Monster Slayer's ear, she would answer no question about it, even when asked the fourth time. The episode led to the tolerance of the powers 'somewhere between good and evil'
Although she had borne the children destined to kill the monsters, which feats made them the chief war gods with power against all foreign dangers, Changing Woman stood for peace. When the gods assembled to consider the war between Dark Thunder and Winter Thunder, Changing Woman was the first to enter. As soon as the subject was broached, she said decisively, "I did not bear these children to go to war, but to rid the world of monsters." Thereupon Monster Slayer stood up and said, "I shall not go to war with you. My mother is not in favor." Child-of-the-water refused to go for the same reason.
Changing Woman participates in many events, but it is impossible to get them into temporal sequence; indeed, it is not necessary to do so, since she and her decrees are immortal. A secondary theme, the removal of Changing Woman to the west, is almost as important as the primary.
The Twins had overcome the major obstacles to human life upon the earth, and Sun, in reallocating many of the gods, particularly wanted Changing Woman to live in the west, where he had provided a luxurious dwelling for her. Numerous attempts were made at persuasion, the house being described as unusually beautiful, a duplicate of Sun's house at the east. A horse made of a jewel substance belonged to each of the respective directions; there was a jet horse in the center at the root of a perfect cornstalk, which had twelve ears on each side. On the cornstalk's top sat a black songbird. Food was to consist of pollens, the precious stones, and sacred waters. As a final inducement, eternal youth and the road of perfection (sa'a na'yai bike xojo'n) were offered, but even these did not affect Changing Woman.
The gift of power over rain and vegetation, the enumeration of the most desirable garments and ornaments all failed to move her, as did even the disrespectful words of Monster Slayer's counterpart, Reared-in-the-earth, when he told her she had no sense. When, finally, war power-flashing, rattling flint armor and threatening words-was invoked, she consented.
The leader of the party spoke to her gently and told her that she was frustrating her own plan, for she herself had suggested the assignment of the Holy People to different places. She put up a plaintive plea, although she had actually given in: "Perhaps there is no one there and I may be lonesome." She was assured that the Holy Sky People would often meet at her place, and final directions were given for the removal.
Sun asks her consent as a reward for his help to The Twins. Her control over her powerful husband and sons is demonstrated by her indignation at the thought that the boys could make a promise for her or that they should think that anything Sun had done would benefit her. In this version Changing Woman described the house she would accept in the west. She wanted it to be on an island reasonably far from shore, so that numerous people would not bother her. She would have the animals for company. Sun granted all requests.
Changing Woman's power over reproduction and birth extends to all that exists on the earth. Becoming lonely in the home in the west, she created new people and directed them how to reach their relatives in the east.
Many of Changing Woman's gifts are rites or ceremonies, not fully enumerated here. Her decrees are kind. She gave man many songs, created the horse, decreed fertility and sterility. She was present at Rainboy's chant, where she made suds for his bath and laid out his clothes, and at another time brought in ceremonial food. Her presence at an assembly of the gods is pointed out with special respect; other gods bow their heads when she comes in.
The simple rite in which the chanter leads the patient onto the sandpainting of the last day of the Shooting Chant represents the perpetual rejuvenation of Changing Woman. The Eagle Chant story includes an incident of creation. Changing Woman was living on Whirling Mountain, where her five hogans have since become rock. She rubbed epidermis from under her breast and created two women, Whiteshell Woman and Turquoise Woman, who became the wives of Monster Slayer.
RP's Bead Chant story explains that Changing Woman was the mother of five daughters, one of whom was Bead Woman, whose son was Scavenger, hero of the chant.
The story of The Twins, Whiteshell Woman was the sister of Changing Woman, who The Twins believed was their mother, although she was really their mother's sister. When they journeyed to the east, they found the house of Sun's wife, which is of whiteshell. It is impossible to tell whether this wife was the same woman who, living on the earth, advised them to go to Sun, or whether there are more than one of a kind. However this may be, she was angry at Sun when he returned at night, and questioned him about his behavior on earth, an attitude stereotyped for Sun's sky wife.
After the creation from the stone images, Whiteshell Woman lived with Changing Woman (who, because she was created at the same time, was her sister) on Whirling Mountain, and was the mother of the younger 'Twin,' Child-of-the-water. Whiteshell Woman figured in the life of the children only in a minor capacity. One day, after the children had been discovered and Big Monster had been deceived by Changing Woman, Whiteshell Woman went to the top of a hill to look about and saw a number of monsters hurrying in the direction of their home. She reported to her sister, who raised such a storm that the monsters had to turn back. When Changing Woman was ready to depart for the west, Whiteshell Woman chose to go to La Plata Mountain. For five days she wandered about, consumed with loneliness, until Talking God and the other gods took pity upon her and created more people from corn. Perhaps to indicate that this is a secondary or subsidiary creation, the text continues: "No songs were sung and no prayers were uttered during the rites, which were all performed in one day."
Whiteshell
The next morning the people looked for her in vain. They believed she had gone to tseyi' where she stayed for a time before she went to La Plata Mountain to dwell forever in the house of whiteshell that had been prepared for her. The little girl had a dream in which Whiteshell Woman came to her and said, "My grandchild, I am going to La Plata to dwell. I would take you with me for I love you, were it not that your parents would mourn for you. But look always for me in the gentle rain when it comes near your dwelling, for I will be in it."
In the Eagle Chant, Whiteshell Woman is the sister of Turquoise Woman, both created by Changing Woman from epidermis rubbed from under her breast. Theirs, like the story of all these primordial women, is a tale of wandering and hiding to escape monsters, of a quest for food meagerly rewarded, and of incredible loneliness. Eventually Talking God and xactc'e'oyan gave them corn. Monster Slayer visited their camp and taught them the use of game, eventually taking them to his home as his wives. He showed them how to cleanse themselves ritualistically and gave them beautiful clothes. He provided them with long hair and eyebrows, bright eyes, and smiling mouths.
The Corn Maidens, who with their urban big city dominant culture tricks won Monster Slayer away from Whiteshell Woman and Turquoise Woman, looked exactly like them, and it was only by their bold manners that they could be distinguished from the Navaho girls. Here, then, is an instance of sub-identification: Changing Woman made two girls who were close models of herself and they were for a long time superseded by two other girls sent by Deer Owner who were their replicas
The vision of the prophet Isaiah was to imagine an abundant flowing stream of living water in the desert. The culture of the desert was a search for dependable water. The story of water in the desert is the story of life. This vision of bounty in the desert was also the vision of the Hohokam people living more than a thousand years ago in the Gila River valley. Hohokam is a Pima word meaning ‘the one’s who have gone’. They built a system of canals to bring water from the Gila River for their irrigated fields. Any one in Phoenix, Arizona is living upon the world of the Native Americans who have gone before us. This researcher will explore the deep ecology of every day water in Phoenix, Arizona. Deep ecology is a way of understanding life as relationship and process. Our life is an interconnected web with a spiritual component. According to deep ecology a life fully lived is a spiritual life that includes an understanding of a spiritual matrix that exists in the plants, animals, birds and watersheds and the humans who participate in that life.
According to a story in the New York Times by Sam Roberts, March 20, 2008, “Maricopa County in Arizona, which includes Phoenix, swelled by 102,000 since 2006, making it the biggest gainer numerically.”…by population, in the United States. These 102,000 people are coming to live in an area that averages just 8 inches of rain in a year with daily maximum temperatures over 100 degrees from April through October. These people coming whether Latinos from Mexico and points south or Anglos from the north are coming to a place that is home to non-human life. Water is not only hydrogen and oxygen, it is the blood of mother earth.
Water is the most basic of human needs. The water that sustains life in the Valley of the Sun arrives here not by accident. This water flows by the ingenuity and vision of human design. Though this water flows by human design it still is to be regarded as sacred. This vision of life in the desert is built upon some of the same canals used by the Native Americans living here hundreds of years ago. The purpose of deep ecology is to develop a reverence and respect for this water even though it flows in a concrete man made canal.
The water arrives because it is stored in a series of dams along the Gila River Watershed. These dams built in the early1900’s along the Gila supply 20-25% of the water needs for the valley. This system of ground water pumping and storage facilities supplied the Valley’s growth through the early 1960’s. The majority of water for the valley’s 100,000 annual net growth population comes from a 337 mile system of dams, water pumping stations, tunnels and canals called the Central Arizona Project. It was late 1980’s when water first arrived from the Colorado River flowing 300 miles to the west along the California/Arizona border.
The Valley of the Sun’s story begins 900 miles away in Wyoming at the foot of Down’s mountain. Snowmelt in the spring gathers in a series of lakes on the west side of the continental divide. The first of these lakes is Green River Lakes. According to deep ecology visualization of the watershed pathway leads to a realization of the spiritual component of water. So when bathing or showering imagine the path the water took to get here. You are without question washing your face with Wyoming snow melt.
These streams and mountain lakes come together to form the Green River which feeds into the Colorado. The Wind River range in back of Pinedale, Wyoming is the home of bear and elk. Their spirit to paraphrase Dogen is in the water. Practice feeling these beings and forces in the water.
The Central Arizona Project takes its water from a lake formed on the California/Arizona border. This lake is formed by a dam built across the Colorado River. This water travels in a man made canal across the state of Arizona to Phoenix and on to Tucson. This water though traveling in a concrete ditch is still earth juice. It is like bathing in the spiritual flow of joyful tears. It is a spiritual embryonic fluid that causes all life to quicken and sing. When one perceives the true nature of water the perception is understanding the true nature of the self.
Rachel Carson’s 1962 landmark study SilentSpring is credited with establishing that our human life is enmeshed with the world around us. Her book is understood to be the catalyst for the ecology movement and for helping bring about an ecological consciousness. However according to deep ecologists 1962 was not in any way significant. Deep ecological insights are more like the revelations of Lord Sri Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita. In the Gita it is said that whenever the forces of darkness are greatest then in that moment will Lord Sri Krishna incarnate himself into the world. This is exactly the same as Christ as the Logos taking flesh and dwelling amongst us. The darkness today is an ecological darkness and the evil is to view the earth as a series of chemical relationships. The risen Christ is the living earth. As Dogen said, “Study the stone Buddha giving birth.”.
According to deep ecology this knowledge is always making itself known because the earth itself is the Christ. The earth is a living being. As the Dine people say, Nahasdan Nadle, the Changing woman, the white turquoise shell woman; These are names for your mother. These insights later were condensed by Bill Devall and George Sessions into a way of looking at the world called deep ecology. This researcher will examine the life blood of Phoenix, Arizona –water, from the perspective of deep ecology with respect to the ecological self. This researcher will trace the path of water as it flows from Wyoming and Colorado’s high peaks into the south west and its meaning from a deep ecological perspective. According to Dogen the mountains and waters are constantly walking.
Deep ecology is a way of understanding and points out the work to be done. According to pioneers such as Gary Snyder, Dolores La Chapelle and Peter Berg the bioregion and watershed are the boundaries of our place.(Berg) It is within this watershed that our work is done.(Snyder) Work in this way is realizing the self. The realization of self is working with the energies that flow in a specific place.(Dogen)
Deep ecology is a way of understanding and points out the work to be done. According to pioneers such as Gary Snyder, Dolores La Chapelle and Peter Berg the bioregion and watershed are the boundaries of our place.(Berg) It is within this watershed that our work is done.(Snyder) Work in this way is realizing the self.(Dogen) The realization of self is working with the energies that flow in a specific place.(Selby)
The energies in a specific place are ocotillo and brittle brush. They are gambel’s quail and coyote. They are palo verde and creosote bush.(Nabum) If you want to find one plant that speaks for the watershed that is Phoenix, Arizona, that plant is the saguaro. The Gila River watershed is defined by the saguaro in its lowest elevation.
Rachel Carson’s 1962 landmark study SilentSpring is credited with establishing that our human life is enmeshed with the world around us. Her book is understood to be the catalyst for the ecology movement and for helping bring about an ecological consciousness. However according to deep ecologists 1962 was not in any way significant. Deep ecological insights are more like the revelations of Lord Sri Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita. In the Gita it is said that whenever the forces of darkness are greatest then in that moment will Lord Sri Krishna incarnate himself into the world. This is exactly the same as Christ as the Logos taking flesh and dwelling amongst us. The darkness today is an ecological darkness and the evil is to view the earth as a series of chemical relationships. The risen Christ is the living earth. As Dogen said, “Study the stone Buddha giving birth.”.
The energies in a specific place are ocotillo and brittle brush. They are gambel’s quail and coyote. They are palo verde and creosote bush.(Nabum) If you want to find one plant that speaks for the watershed that is Phoenix, Arizona, that plant is the saguaro. The Gila River watershed is defined by the saguaro in its lowest elevation.
The Gila drains the Mogollon rim up to Flagstaff by way of the Verde River. It drains the area from Tucson up to Phoenix by way of the San Pedro. It drains the area of the Gila National Forest in New Mexico and heads east joining the Agua Fria and the Salt river gathering the Valley of the Sun and meeting with the Colorado near Yuma.(Folk-Williams)
This portrait of watershed is made complex with the addition of a 337 mile concrete canal which by way of tunnels and pumping stations brings water west to east up, over, and across from the Colorado River. This concrete lined canal is the Central Arizona Project. It creates a loop, an ox bow dumping water back into the Gila system. This water is also used to recharge the underground aquifer at various points in the valley.
The learning of deep ecology is a listening and observation of natural processes in a specific place. A lot of the real work involves learning the names and listening to the stories. According to deep ecology one listens so that the songs can be heard and understood.
The deep ecology of water in Phoenix, Arizona is made difficult due to the existence of a man made river flowing winter and summer. It is a challenge to feel the belongingness of water coming 337 miles by way of a concrete pipe. Along this artificial watershed there are no trees or riparian areas because the Central Arizona Project is designed for efficiency. It delivers water from point A to point B. A river is more like a process. It nourishes the earth along the way. The CAP is not a river. It is a water delivery system.(Johnson) This difficulty in sensing the spirit of an anthropomorphic construct is precisely the importance in developing a deep ecological understanding of water in the Valley of the Sun. It is imperative that residents of Phoenix develop love, respect and gratefulness for the actual life lived here.(Berg)
Peter Berg offers us the idea of bioregion and the challenge of reinhabiting the place where we live. Our nature as humans is urban. Our nature is communal. Our fate is drawn up together. The Hohokam and Pima lived as we do, close. By understanding the nature of the water we use we can develop an intimate relationship with that water. Knowledge is powerful. The mighty Colorado, the snow melt of Green River Lake can not be wasted.(Fradkin) We are called upon as stewards of the land to honor a sacred compact to love and cherish this water. Dolores La Chapelle goes so far as to entitle her book SacredLand,SacredSex:RaptureoftheDeep:ConcerningDeepEcologyandCelebratingLife. Deep Ecological Insight is powerful and liberating because it involves all the senses.
Deep ecology is fun. Understanding who and what you are is fun. It is a journey of sitting naked with saguaros overhead in a hidden hot spring following the water course home. It is inching up a vertical slope of gneiss hiking on the last glacial remnants of the Pleistocene in the Wind Rivers searching for a drip that becomes a torrent in spring blood like the rich mucous flow of a female in heat above Moab, UT. It is taking mud baths along the Paria. It is rich and frothy and completely beyond control like our inner flow of thought.
According to La Chapelle, Berg and Snyder it is precisely this interface between the sacred and profane that offers us a graceful exit from this quagmire of seeing that blocks our entrance into a sustainable culture. According to these icons from the 1960’s joy is the antidote for the deathsong played and playing at your local movie theatre. The black hole of neurotic fear that Henry Miller warned of in TheAirConditionedNightmare, written in the late 1940’s is not the birthright and heritage of America and points beyond. This kind of fate can only be draped on the flag because the children don’t know the four directions. They are making choices without knowledge. Real knowing must include information. Information must be accurate. Knowing must be informed by where we are. That knowing is the earth and the wilderness. A man can not be considered educated unless he knows the first flower of spring.
The earth itself like Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita reincarnates herself amongst us to bring us to the light:
She is speaking and calling a generation to see, feel and happen what is right underneath your toes and fingers. Underneath your tongue are the inner fluids of a virgin. She is Nahasdan Nadle called down by Neve Jensen from a bundle of stones wrapped in a badger pelt.(Frisbe) Called the Logos by the early Christian church she is Sophia. It is a truth that takes form and sustains us from the inside out. It is water. It is the deep ecology of everyday water in Phoenix, Arizona.
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Bear, Sun. WalkinBalance:ThePathtoHealthy,Happy,HarmoniousLiving. New York: Fireside, 1989.
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Paul Manski
Argument Main Points
Deep ecology is a way of understanding and points out the work to be done. According to pioneers such as Gary Snyder, Dolores La Chapelle and Peter Berg the bioregion and watershed are the boundaries of our place.(Berg) It is within this watershed that our work is done.(Snyder) Work in this way is realizing the self. The realization of self is working with the energies that flow in a specific place.(Dogen)
The energies in a specific place are ocotillo and brittle brush. They are gambel’s quail and coyote. They are palo verde and creosote bush.(Nabum) If you want to find one plant that speaks for the watershed that is Phoenix, Arizona, that plant is the saguaro. The Gila River watershed is defined by the saguaro in its lowest elevation.
The Gila drains the Mogollon rim up to Flagstaff by way of the Verde River. It drains the area from Tucson up to Phoenix by way of the San Pedro. It drains the area of the Gila National Forest in New Mexico and heads east joining the Agua Fria and the Salt river gathering the Valley of the Sun and meeting with the Colorado near Yuma.(Folk-Williams)
This portrait of watershed is made complex with the addition of a 337 mile concrete canal which by way of tunnels and pumping stations brings water west to east up, over, and across from the Colorado River. This concrete lined canal is the Central Arizona Project. It creates a loop, an ox bow dumping water back into the Gila system. This water is also used to recharge the underground aquifer at various points in the valley.
The learning of deep ecology is a listening and observation of natural processes in a specific place. A lot of the real work involves learning the names and listening to the stories. According to deep ecology one listens so that the songs can be heard and understood.
The deep ecology of water in Phoenix, Arizona is made difficult due to the existence of a man made river flowing winter and summer. It is a challenge to feel the belongingness of water coming 337 miles by way of a concrete pipe. Along this artificial watershed there are no trees or riparian areas because the Central Arizona Project is designed for efficiency. It delivers water from point A to point B. A river is more like a process. It nourishes the earth along the way. The CAP is not a river. It is a water delivery system.(Johnson) This difficulty in sensing the spirit of an anthropomorphic construct is precisely the importance in developing a deep ecological understanding of water in the Valley of the Sun. It is imperative that residents of Phoenix develop love, respect and gratefulness for the actual life lived here.(Berg)
Peter Berg offers us the idea of bioregion and the challenge of reinhabiting the place where we live. Our nature as humans is urban. Our nature is communal. Our fate is drawn up together. The Hohokam and Pima lived as we do, close. By understanding the nature of the water we use we can develop an intimate relationship with that water. Knowledge is powerful. The mighty Colorado, the snow melt of Green River Lake can not be wasted.(Fradkin) We are called upon as stewards of the land to honor a sacred compact to love and cherish this water. Dolores La Chapelle goes so far as to entitle her book SacredLand,SacredSex:RaptureoftheDeep:ConcerningDeepEcologyandCelebratingLife. Deep Ecological Insight is powerful and liberating because it involves all the senses.
Deep ecology is fun. Understanding who and what you are is fun. It is a journey of sitting naked with saguaros overhead in a hidden hot spring following the water course home. It is inching up a vertical slope of gneiss hiking on the last glacial remnants of the Pleistocene in the Wind Rivers searching for a drip that becomes a torrent in spring blood like the rich mucous flow of a female in heat above Moab, UT. It is taking mud baths along the Paria. It is rich and frothy and completely beyond control like our inner flow of thought.
According to La Chapelle, Berg and Snyder it is precisely this interface between the sacred and profane that offers us a graceful exit from this quagmire of seeing that blocks our entrance into a sustainable culture. According to these icons from the 1960’s joy is the antidote for the deathsong played and playing at your local movie theatre. The black hole of neurotic fear that Henry Miller warned of in TheAirConditionedNightmare, written in the late 1940’s is not the birthright and heritage of America and points beyond. This kind of fate can only be draped on the flag because the children don’t know the four directions. They are making choices without knowledge. Real knowing must include information. Information must be accurate. Knowing must be informed by where we are. That knowing is the earth and the wilderness. A man can not be considered educated unless he knows the first flower of spring.
The earth itself like Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita reincarnates herself amongst us to bring us to the light:
She is speaking and calling a generation to see, feel and happen what is right underneath your toes and fingers. Underneath your tongue are the inner fluids of a virgin. She is Nahasdan Nadle called down by Neve Jensen from a bundle of stones wrapped in a badger pelt.(Frisbe) Called the Logos by the early Christian church she is Sophia. It is a truth that takes form and sustains us from the inside out. It is water. It is the deep ecology of everyday water in Phoenix, Arizona.
WorksCited
Abbey, Edward. BeyondtheWall:EssaysfromtheOutside. New York: Holt Paperbacks, 1984.
Bear, Sun. WalkinBalance:ThePathtoHealthy,Happy,HarmoniousLiving. New York: Fireside, 1989.
David W., Kidner. "Depression and the natural world: towards a critical ecology of psychological distress." CriticalPsychology 19 (2007): 123. LexisNexisAcademic. Scottsdale Community College. 17 Apr. 2008.
Deardorff, Julie. "Nature deficit sends kids down a desolate path." ChicagoTribune 24 Feb. 2006. 17 Apr. 2008 <http://ezproxy.sc.maricopa.edu>.
Devall, Bill, and George Sessions. DeepEcology-LivingasifNatureMattered. Layton: Gibbs Smith, Publisher, 2001.
Dogen, Eihei. MooninaDewdrop:WritingsofZenMasterDogen. New York: North Point Press, 1995.
"Encyclopedia - Britannica Online Encyclopedia." Encyclopedia-BritannicaOnlineEncyclopedia. 24 Apr. 2008 <http://www.search.eb.com/eb/article-9057736>.
Folk-Williams, John A. TheGilabasinandthewatersofsouthernArizona:Aguidetodecisionmaking. Santa Fe: Western Network, 1991.
Fradkin, Philip L.. ARiverNoMore:TheColoradoRiverandtheWest,ExpandedandUpdatededition. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1996.
Frisbe, Charlotte J.. "Jish." TwinRocksTradingPost-QualityNativeAmericanArtsandCrafts. 24 Apr. 2008 <http://www.twinrocks.com/legends/153-printview.html>.
Johnson, Rich. ThecentralArizonaproject,1918-1968. Tucson: University of Arizona Press, 1977.
Kidner, David W.. NatureandPsyche. Albany, New York: State University Of New York Press, 2000.
Krisberg, Kim. "Movement to reconnect kids with nature growing nationwide: Working to improve children’s health." APHA:AmericanPublicHealthAssociation. 24 Apr. 2008 <http://www.apha.org/publications/tnh/archives/2007/Oct07/Nation/KidsandNatureNation.htm>.
Lachapelle, Dolores. SacredLand,SacredSex:RaptureoftheDeep:ConcerningDeepEcologyandCelebratingLife. Santa Fe: Kivak I Press, 1992.
Louv, Richard. LastChildintheWoods. New York: Algonquin Books, 2008.
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Snyder, Gary. TurtleIsland(ANewDirectionsBook). New York: New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1974.
Deep ecology is a way of understanding and points out the work to be done. According to pioneers such as Gary Snyder, Dolores La Chapelle and Peter Berg the bioregion and watershed are the boundaries of our place.(Berg) It is within this watershed that our work is done.(Snyder) Work in this way is realizing the self.(Dogen) The realization of self is working with the energies that flow in a specific place.(Selby)
The energies in a specific place are ocotillo and brittle brush. They are gambel’s quail and coyote. They are palo verde and creosote bush.(Nabum) If you want to find one plant that speaks for the watershed that is Phoenix, Arizona, that plant is the saguaro. The Gila River watershed is defined by the saguaro in its lowest elevation. I can’t wait to see Michael again. There will be mountains. John always said person, plant and place. I am grateful to John. I am grateful to Michael. I am grateful to mountain.
gathering of the folk as Sir Walter Scot well loved deeply prized wrote in 1810 described, it burns for us the same way today. "And fast the faithful clan around him drew.
What time the warning note was keenly wound,
What time aloft their kindred banner flew,
While clamorous war-pipes yelled the gathering sound,
And while the Fiery Cross glanced like a meteor, round…
1)Sky looking like Rain- Sheepherding with the drop bunch, 1985 Lambs dropping along Poison creek, draining the Owl Creeks into Boysen
2)Steve and Paul Meet the SageBrush, Artemisia tridentata, Riverton Wyoming, in the total unification with the sage brush, under blue sky, pink orange glow of sunset, soft cool sand, silent palmspwith an edge
3)Prayer After a Flood, Earth mother hear my prayer, seeking balance, bring me children, let me remain, i will be true to you, i live you earth mother
4) Slick Rock Oasis, the spring on the Cock’s Comb, the Pariah 5, 1991, blackbrush, pinyon juniper, oaks and manzanita, keeping sweet like warren used to say, the slow gurgle of water, settling in the stomach
5) Gently Dancing OM poem from 1978, at the ashram, My Guru, walking barefoot in the snow at 20 below, ever blissful lord sri krishna, my guru’s name my perfect mantra,
6) Across a Blue Ball, climbing San Ysidro Peak Anza Borrego 1989, um na’ah, elephant tree resin medicine, able to see ocotillo tallest, mating nursing coyote mothers, near the palms, a voice just spoke through a raven beating a drum
1—-Spending time in the bio-environment of whorled mountain mint. Organoleptic perception allows me to get a sense of the herbal nature of the plant and what that herb does in my body. So you get a sense of how the herb lends itself to certain actions within the body.
2—(HR) Herbal Reconciliation, is what John Slattery calls the 4 directional approach: then, is actively sharing your insights, comparing, contrasting, and continuously deepening experience. Then you do your best to reconcile what you've got directly from that personal experience, with what others have understood about the plant as herb used for various conditions, complaints, and concerns. You want to rule out the random anomaly. Are most whorled mountain mints like the ones I saw? This occurs over time, visiting different stands in different seasonal combinations, different ecosystems, different elevations. Ideally you want a direct face to face confirmation from another person who has used, gathered and done stuff with the herb, an herbal confirmation, negation, addition or subtraction. . That interaction, face to face, direct, is both social and culture. The essence of culture is a face to face transaction, friendship based upon survival of our unique geno type with the plant geno-type. Then you want to confirm, deny or expand on that confirmation from a written source, meaning further reconciliation. Each one of those steps, organoleptic, person to plant, person to person, academic book based confirmation, each herbal step is essential. Unfortunately those different steps can be difficult, and made more difficult by the social situation. It's easy to become discouraged within the learning process because in certain circles, herbalism itself is undermined and devalued. You don't want to get into a purity spiral based on the personality of the herbalist. Within purity spiral herbalism the question becomes, how long is your beard, how many tattoos, and pony tail length? The emphasis is not on charisma and personality of the herbalist. It is about our people, our place, our plants in a context of herbal medicine.
3—So the spirit lifted me up, and took me away, to a high mountain lying down, a walking mountain and I went in bitterness, like marrubia, like cebadilla, I was told by the Father to ride my bicycle, and pedal, so I pedal for the glory of God, in the heat of my spirit; the hand of the LORD was strong upon me.
4—“…..Place your hand towards me. The hands of the holy Mary remained in the hands of all the saints. They remained in the hands of all the angels. After that, this remains in your hands, the true God will bless you greatly. He then laid his hands on me, and healed."
"There is a holy church that sits in the desert, in the mountains, in the desert, in the blessings world, there where you are sitting directly with the plant. I am with you there. Everything is there. What do you ask of me here and what do you ask of me there? Knowing this, you too will go forward and work... The truth, as you are seeing, touching, smelling, tasting, listening. You have in your five senses the primal forms experiencing the flower world, the eden world, the gift our creator Father Mother is giving for you directly. It is in your sense, remember those who walked like this, this is how you walk, in the morning, they walk, and you, here, who are in the world, and so walk. The truth? Listen, a bird is singing. The idea that only words are speaking is crazy talk, birds are speaking, clouds are speaking, rocks are talking with rock voices. What do you want to hear? I breathe on you, now you can hear. That is the wind blowing, moving. I breathed on you. Now you have it, and you want to know, so... It's really good.”
5—-And our Christ appeared again on the mountain and began to teach us how to live and overcome our victimisation under the spell: “The deer and elk in this black range of Emory Pass, through to the Blue mountains, represents for me the star child Christ, and the flowers produced, growing, the ones I taught you, the red root, St John’s wort, they are the blood of me, the Christ when I was crucified. These wild herb ways flowers, leaves, stems, bark and roots represent the grace of God, which is of all that is good and beautiful in our life as family.” And Paul asked Jesus, ‘Jesus what is the greatest commandment?” And Jesus answered, “ Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love God, love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy. But I teach you shalt love thy family first before everything. God is a spirit and so love and cherish your bioregion, your place and nourish it. This is your home, this is a secret, my return and all the things to come. Would they believe you anyway if you said, ‘Husband love your wife.’ ‘Wife love your husband?’ This is the land I have given? They believe nothing because they are under the spell of the evil one. Keep all this secret. Don’t tell nobody and nobody will know. Your only duty is to love your family before all else, before everything. Love your wife, children, cousins, nieces, uncles and aunts who have the same biospirit as you do, first. Second thou shalt overcome enemies. Repel your enemies, do not give them even a first chance, the second chance is too late. You are peace pilgrims, so overcome them with quiet, with peace, with patience but not with love, that is too much. Namely this, anticipate your enemies before they defeat you. The people who have told you to love your enemies before your family are liars. Thou shalt love thy family and kin first as thyself. You can not live outside the organic natural law that governs all things. Live according to natural organic law. There is none other commandment greater than these.”
6—- i worked my way up the spine of turtle island, to revisit poleo, red root, osha, Mcdougall’s verbena, and sit with scouleri St John’s wort at the feast of John the Baptist, at the new moon, at midsommer. It was imperative I taste the red blood liquid gold of the yellow flowers flowers of St John’s wort and tincture them fresh, drinking the potion just as I did before the Bear Wall and Chedski fire turned green to brown and decades of brown. Where the great watch plants at their watchtowers who dripped down with the Pleistocene glaciers 12,000 years ago, dropped their seeds on Mount Graham, Navaho mountain, Nat’sis’ahn, Black Obsidian mountain, the Pinals, Ancha, the Madrian skye island peaks towering above the ocotillo flats. Following the roots of shrivelled rivers with their haunted skeleton trees, and Artemisia, fireweed, horse weed thick, lush, fruity, bitter and green. It's hard sometimes to use words like turtle Island, I get the feeling, what would someone think about someone who calls the state of Arizona, New Mexico, with their Tucsons, Phoenix, Las Vegas, Albuquerque’s and McDonald, Pizza Hut, Martin, Rayethon, Boeing, secret military bases, home of the nuclear blasts and graveyards of the downwinders, the continental divide, the spine of turtle Island? At a certain point it’s not that you don't care anymore what people think about you, but it’s that our vision as a people, as an us is stronger than the dividing self of them. They will do what they will do with drones, missiles, war and mechanized violence. There will be winners and losers and the silence will reign because no one can defend what can not be named, seen, spoken or heard. Those are the innocent who know nothing of the violence.
7—-The places have names and the names will change. The places have names and the names have changed. The places have changed. I remember before and after rodeschi, bear wallow, the forest had changed from green to black desert, to aspen green again. We need to have stories. We need to have dreams. We need to have conviction. I learned a few weeks ago that the word Lebanon means White Mountains. The White Mountains are the Sierra Blanca. The White Mountains are the White Mountains. The white mountains are Lebanon. These white mountains are promised lands. That's all I really wanted to say or tell anyone. Call them what you will but live by the promise of their beauty to transform your life into something strong and eternal. Spine of turtle Island, Lebanon, White Mountains, Sierra Blanca, whatever you call these mountains, know they are sacred mountains. Talk to them, cheer them up, lift up the mountains. Within mountains are healing places where a person’s life can change in the blink of an eye. Within these mountains are springs and healing plants that God promised us from the beginning, from time before time, going back to the garden of gardens, these plants are good and they're here to heal us. Those aspen groves reaching down as deep as we can go, call us courageous. It's nice to stand there with a friend. Friendlessness given enough time will bring bitterness. It doesn't always have to be so sad. Rejection can be like a virus that infects everything. People know you're a leper. They can sense it and instinctively recoil away. Yet like the twisted gnarled tree the mechanized timber cat machines leave on precipitous slopes too steep to log, I am left to bloom perhaps perchance to dream and like Abraham and Sarrei, perchance an Emily with exquisite 4 petal 4 sepal flowers like Chaimeronphon fire weed wind, raging raging in queenly purple against the dimming of the night shall come like a golden butterfly to greet me and love deeply at the gates of hell, against all odds, a child.
8—-Hear me Father , I am on this mountain and your rain is falling.
Hear me Father , Clouds come to the mountain and your rain is falling.
Thank you Father , your gentle rain is falling.
I am Aspen , living on this mountain. Thank you Father for the rain is falling, female rain is falling, rain is falling.
I am Osha , Living in the meadow. Thank you Father for the rain is falling. Osha rain is falling.
I am chirping Chipmunk. I live on this mountain. Thank you Father , chipmunk rain is falling.
I am Mountain parsley, blooming on the mountain. Thank you Father for the rain is falling.
I am Elk with babies. Nursing on this mountain. Thank you Father now my milk is flowing.
I am Pine tree . Pine pollen of the mountain. Thank you Father , pine tree rain is falling.
for the rain is falling, Thankyou Father , .
I am yarrow , white flowers on the mountain. Thank you Father yarrow rain is falling.
I am Black Bear , I live on this mountain. Thank you Father , Black bear rain is falling.
I am Yerba Lobo, my yerba lobo mountain. Thank you Father yerba lobo shining.
I am Red Robin , our nest is in the mountain. Thank you Father red robin rain is falling.
Hear me Father , I live with all on this mountain and your rain is falling.
9—- In the northern sky were seen the dancing red green lights of the foxes tail, tulikettu, his red tail throwing sparks up from the snow. The Aspen leaves long fallen, oshá and actea rubra stalks swayed in the wind, with zig zag lightning of pollen stars, bears slumbered while chipmunk and white tailed squirrels flicked their tails throwing pictures swaying in the form of osprey fish eagles. With the four evangelists were Comparet, Wickstrom, Butler and Pastor Dan Henry, "Blessed is the name of our God! America First! Earth First! Folk First!", https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2020/05/praise-name-of-yaweh-cascadia.htmlhttps://youtu.be/Dl0gWA2KPMY?si=KlAoL-2q6u1RdNA3
I was taken to a northern forest and the tamarisk needles had fallen, Poleo, Lycopus and skullcap were thick in the swamp of middle lake as if winter had never come. The plants and stars were singing the glory of wild herb ways, 3 migrating south plants, who left for the winter, returned in swampy truth mud around the east end of the lake. Later these three plants to journey south north, back and forth over 2000 miles, walking mountains dream different dreams. Poleo, Lycopus and skullcap bless ancestors buried in this muddy Earth and your children coming from sky. Holy wake robin Queen of heaven, earth wind and wood, blessing life of water.
10—-In the Holy name of Jesús + Mary, wake robin and willow. You are our stories. You are our assistance bless the water, our red blood, green blood of trees. "We open mountain lake by opening our hearts. Abrimos el lago de la montaña. Mamacita Take Me Home:https://youtu.be/52_vrmzz7JY?si=3mhvEOFfhALljXp9
"Up on the mountain where red root grows. Long tailed ginger, devil's club, arnica. I can feel the cold bony fingers of La Niña Blanca. abriendo nuestros corazones. Nuestra Señora de Los Remedios . Santo Muerte, no te quiero, ni te necesito más. Your lips are red with blood, just like my heart. Thighs are white like snow, like the clouds above. Put on earth to help one another, learn every remedio that grows. Mamacita, take me home. Watching snow, snow melt into spring. The cold icy white blanket of Niña Blanca finally ending. Up on the mountain, where red root grows. Long tailed ginger, devil's club, arnica. I can feel the icy fingers of La Niña Blanca. lifting. Cedar mountain, sitka valeriana , parrot's beak. Watching snow melt into spring, the cold icy fingers of La Niña Blanca finally ending, finally gone. Mamacita take me home. Mamacita take me home. Up on the mountain where red root grows. Long tailed ginger, devil's club, arnica. Cedar mountain, sitka valeriana, parrot's beak. I can feel the cold icy fingers melting. Watching snow melt into spring, the cold icy fingers of La Niña Blanca finally ending, finally gone. Mamacita take me home. Nuestra Señora of the Remedios."
11—-- We are a tribe within a tribe, scattered across overgrown, making seven, "Blessed is the name lands, where customs reign supreme! Earth reigns supreme, Turtle Island reigns supreme! We have become the unifying force of country music stars. We have Johnny Paycheck to help you escape those defeatist old jobs. We worship Country Music Queen Kitty Wells, because God did not create a country music angel. Katie Wells married a bear. Kitty Wells knows the fox's tail.
12—--I stand with the green, in all directions, may all be well, blessings always, this our monarda …monarda...I stand with perfect green mother at all hallows, monarda of mountains, monarda of golden dawn, monarda of pure light, monarda of buried roots, monarda in all directions to taste your pollen and tiny seeds, for bees moths and butterfly, for all my ancestors seen and unseen, protecting us, empowering us, blessings us your perfect endless medicine road forever and ever always monarda
….. Message from wild herb ways: Our journey together at this time is the remedio. As best you can, implement giving thanks for the endless medicine road, which is your endless medicine road. Gather the materia medica directly, locally from the place around you. Honouring the local world right around us, and accepting sovereignty for our health, life and situation in deep consideration with the people within the circle is the central journey of developing the remedio. Recognizing shared sacredness inside and outside is the remedio. The entire raison d'être is the remedio, assembling and sharing the remedios both the plants themselves and their preparation techniques to increase the level of sovereignty and well being. The remedio is not the what remedio is the how.
13—-- remedios are for people who inhabit turtle island place, the land between the ocean rivers, the land between the mountains, the medicine regarding person, plant and place. I live on the specific earth of place. The dominant culture narrative holds us hostage through their controlled lexicon with, doxx, shame and shun labels applied upon us without our consent, deplatformed by various affiliated priestcraft grifters is unfortunate, undeniable and ultimately a toxic pathology to which one must separate. The erased materia medica of remedios is no different than my own erased life, or the erased life of various people, or your own erased deplatformed life under the occupied regime mechanized AI warriors tagging into the early dawn to kill destroy and maim in the Ukraine, in Gaza, Israel, Palestine, Iraq, Afganistan and too many places to mention fermenting violence and death through mechanized industrial violence wherever people seek to live and love as authentic persons, as friends, within celestial marriage among the plants, honouring the place, nourishing the people.
14—-Our birth mother Euro Mary by emerald green flame of earth and Our Father golden flame of sun, holy are both your names. Holy is golden sun above and emerald green earth below. Thy medicine is our food by the work of our hands, so nourish the green. Give praise and thanks for celestial marriage in the eternal family. Rage against the turning of the light so learn to forgive but never forget.
Hear Emma, chosen of the chosens celestial wife perfect ewe on the mountain, on milky river, past the slick rock deer house yerba santa, red root, estafiate, manzanita, silk tassel, globe mallow, green ocotillo, mesquite paloverde- all of you show the greening, to you do we bow and pray, demulcent smooth.
The Valarian-Kiss within the Deer Park is outside of an economic zone with its paid bound intimacy. The kissing is the teaching done between the deer, the Valeriana, and the guests who have been chosen based on their passion and love, from which there is a natural embrace between the deer, Valeriana and the person.
We discover the deer park in the act of discovery. Deer parks are teaching places within the forest. Deer parks are places where the deer, the mountains, the Valeriana and ourselves discover the intimacy of romance as truth tower looking place, viewed and viewing, seen, and understood.
Nourish by dew, follow the scent skunk, watch with vital breath the bear, listen to chipmonks and red penstemon flowers. Plant person place-beauty to beauty touching plant, person, place.
From beating breath to bottles, dying racks and jars, names driping off the tongue, Catalina embrace Ceanothus.
Hold a flower person dreams. Heart to hollyhock to malvacea, to slimy goo of elm.
She was all sister, mother, grandmother ageless unborn, unbroken? There as perfect teacher.
Hold the root steering wheel on dirt roads, monarda, these words echo lips in dreams where coyotes yip yap.
Of course the cactus is a burning bush. We come to you crawling on our knees, vomiting in the red earth and walk away under stars from horizon to horizon, Ursus major spinning, dancing singing your bitter taste. Soon we'll be buried in the ground sunken eyes rotten.
i am the cut flesh of turtle island plants, in the mouth deep inside, separating the downy white hairs from green, bitter yellow Mahonia, clear to have met your taste. Crawling up your back and slick rock shoulders under oaks with pedicularis, flowers the color of chocolate.
My body was burning, in the september sun, wind with red tailed hawks screeching, screaming smoke fires before equinox comes. Lay in icy wet while some wear coats and parkas, needing your cold Haddy creek, cool me burning.
Passion warm, mid day sun saguaros with you, about you, now remember, caressing thorns gone, on top, salty like a skunk.
These plants mean everything something to someone, each jealous blossom, you have more to say rocks, than all the yellow flowers.
““I would gladly go from here to you barefoot and bareheaded, and half naked, to see you and think it great pleasure.” ( Emma Hale Smith to Joseph Smith Letters 1839)
15—- The definition of cancer is uncontrolled cell division within an organism. Cancer culture is what the ameristan boomer Christ has become. Even more than our culture being a cancer, our former faith meant to sustain us has become the promotion of cancer. The culture has become the encouragement of uncontrolled growth, to produce more profits for the elite owners of the economic zone. Our nation has ceased to be a nation and become a business, where every human interaction has an economic value. An unsustainable growth whether in the stock market, the housing market, whether in economic terms, population terms, or within the language of the globalists, a global economy of continuous ever expanding economic growth cannot be maintained. We are people who live in place. In a specific place, we live within, wrapped by a specific bio region with limits that are maintained by the waters, by the mountains, by the production of food, we must learn to live in place upon the earth in a sustainable manner.
Mary her wholly name Mary is the ever returning paleolithic neanderthal princess beyond reproach positive well being mother Goddess and neolithic neandertal mother ancestress Mary and our mother, queen green Mary of springs, streams, bogs, cliffs, glade, woods, wild place forest, caves, grottos in him and her through him and her alone is salvation and the 4-fold blessing way tradition with sacred land holy people holy earth, via the mother Mary and our mother seeds, green branches, living water, wild and wet blessing way tradition with sacred land holy people holy earth, via the divine earth goddess mother Mary and our mother. Mary all mother and our mother of field and forest, mediatrix of all graces in the green burning flame of veriditas. Spirit is the inhalation exhalation in out breath blood dynamic of green earth shining yellow sun Sol invictus vitalism. Where else but here earth? What else but living breathing you ? Who else but I? When else but now?
16—-The reason daily bread-euro blut und boden reich nations existed was because they worked to create a daily bread euro blut und boden culture through the daily bread-euro family, the daily bread-euro home and the daily bread-euro life. All this occurred through a simple process, daily bread-euro sex, via the sacrament of celestial marriage of a man and woman and the truth of sacred land sacred sex, sacred family. All of this effectively died in the 30 years brother, sister, family war 1914-1945. Yes there was a holocaust genocide, it was the death of the white daily bread-euro eternal celestial family that you had to hunt down the last grizzly bear with aldo leopold on Escudillo mountain, and encircle hilldale and colorado city with bears ears choke cherry from the vermillion cliffs to the last peach tree at lee’s ferry. The holocaust was the banning of celestial marriage upon the theatre of sacred land sacred sex. A woman who wears male clothing, pants and so on is a frau-fraud female. By choosing to wear male gender specific clothes she, her self identifies hard as transgender gender confused amazonian limp wrist lisping sodomite regime soldiers whose primary psycho objective is to destroy the dialectic of sacred land sacred sex in the daily bread-euro homelands. The elites will utilize these amazon warrior brigades of frau-frauds to degenerate the space into soft porn afro-scape modified corn syrup twek jungles, fueled by steroidal birth control hormones and antidepressant pharmakea drugs, dressed in male clothing to overthrow the family. The elites protect their accumulated generational wealth while simultaneously redistributing our people’s accumulated generational wealth in ever new degenerate AI soft porn diversity ponzi schemes. If the greatest moral good is to increase the flow of information without regard to biological life, then such a plan is fundamentally flawed. Life can not be converted to installation art exhibits within a data tree virtual reality museum. Any ideology that does not value life will create new forms of tyrannical oppression and be subsumed into the new elite’s hierarchy that relies on increasing social stratification. Dataism far from a promise of justice will evolve into ever more complex forms of bio-slavery. Neither is the new AI mandatory injection of new purposed religio-political enthusiasm a valid compromise.
17—- By invoking a biospirit hero ancestor in signing, we seek to activate the power of protection in the narrative of divine assistance, within the actual events around us. Being who we are engaged in the salvation story, we seek the supernatural aid and assistance of the green breath flame in dwelling word of yellow flame Sol, of sacred mountain springs, pine forest, hemlock, fir, aspen, black cottonwood, alder and wild poleo in flowing snow melt streams, creeks and rivers. The crucial understanding has to do with the validity, meaningfulness and importance of one’s daily life. The value of our life has to do with the divine drama set in motion by the proto evangelium of Genesis 3:15
In short our ancestors were, and we are, and continue to be, combatants in a struggle. “I will put enmities between thee and the woman, and thy seed and her seed: she shall crush thy head, and thou shalt lie in wait for her heel.” The woman, and thy seed refers to blessed Mary, all mother. In the words and teachings of sacred relationship we say all mother and our mother. Mary is venerated as a pivotal force in the salvation story. We invoke her protection and intercession every day we live above ground. We worship Mary, the alder tree with blood beneath its grey bark in the traditions of springs, caves and grottoes in sacred Europa and Turtle island. This fundamental insight is that every tyranny must necessarily be grounded upon the enmities and opposition and the general popular acceptance of evil within a death wave lifestyle culture. We therefore go against many of the commonly held understandings of the dominant culture. There is no such thing as a neutral lifestyle in a 2 hours per week Sunday faith. Our faith must be a 24/7 hour, 365 day faith. Either you are in or you’re out.
“I stand with the green, in all directions, may all be well, blessings always. I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Green, through belief in the remedio,
On the endless medicine road, by the power of healings, through confession of the Oneness of the Creation of Mother and Father creation.
By these good sister and brother plants.
18—-The return of the sunning in the rebirth of the boy child through the work and womb of the mother. So we celebrate the sun, the father, the daughter, the son, the mother and the people as our family. This green celebrates power of sky, in the wind that comes freely from the mountains, the green life blood wind of branches. These are our words we use. These are our prayers. As the day becomes weak and the night extends we pray and worship this tree for the returning, rebirth of the light, the sun to return. The world tree is not over there in a special place. The tree you have has the scent of aromatic mint, sage, sweet estafiate, sharp citrus, the aromatic green. Your tree can be any branch you bring inside. As above so below, as within so outside. The same prayers and offerings are made to wild and tame trees we care for, growing outside. No one needs to kill a tree to celebrate life, a branch will do just fine. We must rebuild our places of prayer, thanksgiving and praise, with space for both brothers and sisters to engage. You can hang on any tree because you are hung there. We say hang on the tree as in the spring when we use the rope of consciousness to tie our two arms stretched out, our two legs. Our backs are bleeding where we whipped our backs with cords. We are in pain. The blood from our backs goes into the bark. We hang on the tree. Your birth mother placed your placenta and buried it under the same tree. She squeezed milk out from her own breasts and rubbed it on the tree. Cooperation between the sexes is restorative to what has been lost, what has been taken. Do ascetic penance personally as a practice, as an experience to gain vision, both men and women. Do not waste your time comparing one holy sacred place to another place you have never been. The holy land is the dirt beneath your toes right now. Brothers and sisters must help together. In the creation story, through arrogance women and men went to live on opposite sides of the river.
19—-- I want to pass on something of the herbal/native plant body of knowledge I've been working with. I've grown disillusioned with the left wing liberal stranglehold of knowledge in the herbal community. I was thinking of all this and Ezra Pound who I studied in connection to herbalism, poetry, nature-writing, the writings of Eihei Dogen and American poet Gary Snyder and what I would have liked to say to this 28 year old woman -if time permitted and circumstances allowed...the sad story of Ezra Loomis Pound, and how he resonates as a prototype for erasure and official cultural and economic appropriation for statism vs authentic nationhood with rights, duties and obligations to carry on a people into the future intact. Ultimately the ennui and funk experienced as individual paralysis and disempowerment by this millennial is more a description of the potent meme pathogens she was infected with intentionally rather than a personalized internal drama she was experiencing the achtypes of her people in her role as artist dying.
(from: Emily White 2016)
Ezra Pound 1885-1972 was born in Hailey, Idaho a small mining town then a territory of the United States. The Pound family had a difficult time adjusting to frontier life and returned to Pennsylvania where he was raised, just outside of Philadelphia in Jenkintown, PA. Pound spent a total of 18 months in Idaho and left as an infant, spending the next 21 years in Pennsylvania. At the age of 13 Pound was taken on a tour of Europe with his mother and aunt. At the age of 17 he was taken again on a longer 3-month tour of Europe. By the age of 21 he had graduated with a masters degree from the University of Pennsylvania. By age 24 he had published several volumes of poetry. He began to develop a concept of poetry called ‘imagism’, while living in London. Any word that does not contribute directly to the presentation of the poem is avoided. Language, words are reduced to the bare minimum.
Imagism was an early 20th century approach to poetry that encouraged a crisp, to the point, brief, precise use of language. Pound was influenced by the ideograms of Chinese writing, a hieroglyphic picturegram instead of alphabet and letters, with rune like symbols. In 1903 he translated and reinterpreted poems by Ernest Fenollosa who had in turn translated the Chinese poet Li Po. Fenollosa's wife Mary shared with Pound his journals and notebooks after Fenollosa died. In addition he began to study Japanese kaji script poetry. In much of Japanese poetry there is the attempt to capture spontaneity and describing the natural environment crisply and concisely in visual terms. Describing events and relationships in the natural word visually. Due to the language structure images follow one another like a story board, the connection is the connection between the written script image picto-grams. Pound later developed a concept he called vorticism. So that the images as Wyndham Lewis explained, "You think at once of a whirlpool. At the center of the whirlpool is a great silent place where all the energy is concentrated...".
Elizabeth Shakespeare 1886-1973, was a visual artist who stayed with him during his psychiatric forced confinement after WW2 and later they returned to Italy and lived out their lives there. Much of her visual and the art of vorticism today appears depersonalized, the human figure is absent, much like futurism or cubism. A series of straight line shapes that appear on a canvas attempting to reconcile the domination of person by a machine industrial culture, built by westernkind but then has no place for the westerman. It appears more like a further fragmentation of the human person and a reaction to industrialism turned in on itself. As if a 19th century person suddenly was dropped in a 20th century industrial environment and experienced distorted sensorial input and culture shock. It's poignant that his wife did not abandon him during his imprisonment and continued to believe in him as a person. I think that a lot of imagism, vorticism and many other isms were descriptive of cultural fragmentation and attempts to reconcile with a process out of control. Yet I think Pound's interest was authentic, as he continued to translate Chinese and Japanese poetry after his imprisonment and deplatforming.
In an essay published in 1918 he noted that one central point was that Japanese and Chinese language were essentially visual and photographic rather than spoken, aural or heard. They were descriptive rather than descriptive. Pronouns in this visual language become identity and racial assumed rather than spoken. It's obvious if a Chinese or Japanese poem, there is a racially exclusive person behind the written form. In that sense these Asian languages are less universal and by their nature specific and limited. There is no reason to put a pronoun of ' I, us, they or we', because it is a language developed within an exclusive racial group with a history or keeping its languages and culture exclusive to itself. English has a strong colonial catholic universalism, which appears to be a genetic component of many euro-people. It's as if the language itself is attempting to allow and encourage communication between people who have little in common, a traders, seafarers language.
While there in Europe and England Ezra Pound befriended then unknown Irish writer James Joyce, and helped to publish his two novels, ‘Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man’, and ‘Ulysess’. Ezra Pound’s development as a writer was deeply touched and interrupted by the first world war.
World War I, the War to end all Wars, had a deep and lasting effect on Ezra Pound. It also had a lasting effect on Europe it was a reduction of the primal ancestral spirit of our people, a brothers war mixed with technological advancements: poison gas, machine guns, flamethrowers, tanks, airplanes, the use of railroad trains, larger more deadly artillery, towards the end of WW1 with a range of 2 miles. Pound left England after the war and moved to France where he developed friendships with other ex-patriot American writers, including Ernest Hemmingway. Pound began to see that global banking interests had a hand in manufacturing the conflict and feared that the business of making weapons was now a permanent structure and that war and peace were now in the hands of interests dependent on the armament industry for profit. The same scenario of foreign debt and a military shadow government also took over America’s sovereignty. This shadow deep state oligarchy manipulated the US in WW1, WW2, Korea, Vietnam and the 30 years Mideast war failure that sapped American spirit, whipped into a frenzy by bizarre neocon mass media formulations that entered into the psyche of all who had ears to hear, later eyes to see.
By 1935 he was active in Italian politics and began broadcasting on Rome Radio. Often critical of neocon mechanized war policies and likewise critical of America’s Atlanticist position. The Pound broadcasts, which he introduced saying, “Europe calling! Ezra Pound speaking!”, cautioned further global involvement in the 30 years brother war 1915-1945. Pound was against American involvement in the new brewing conflict that later would be called World War II. In April 1939 he returned to the United States. He wrote for Sir Oswald Mosley’s newspaper, ‘Action’, continuing to expose neocon warmonger banking practices and the armament industry rapidly moving to war as a way to resolve the Great Depression, which had lingered since 1929. He returned to Italy several months later.
He was arrested by Allied forces at the end of World War II, in May 1945 at the age of 60. He was imprisoned in a steel wire cage. While in the cage he suffered a mental breakdown. He was brought back to the United States to be tried for treason; before the trial began he was declared insane. He was confined to a mental institution called St Elizabeth’s Hospital on the Chestnut Ward, never charged with any crime. He was imprisoned for speaking on the radio, imprisoned for expressing his ideas. He was confined there from 1945 to 1958. Ernest Hemingway, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1954, Robert Frost and other writers petitioned for his release. After his release from St Elizabeth’s in 1958, he returned to Italy. Upon arriving in Naples he was asked about his thirteen years of confinement in the mental hospital. He gave a Fascist salute and quipped, ““I never was. When I left the hospital I was still in America, and all America is an insane asylum.” Ezra Pound died, passing away in 1972. In many ways the ‘black out’ of history is reality, as any attempt to find interviews with Pound will lead nowhere. He continued from Italy to be involved with right ring causes and mentored through letters leaders in the states rights movement in the southern United States during the 1960’s. Several books have been written about his lengthy correspondences with American Identitarian activists. These books tend to portray Pound in extremely negative light yet they do form the image of a man committed to a ethno-nation state in direct opposition to the stated objective of the universal economic zone.
Ezra Pound said, "the artist is an antenna for the race". I am not going to define terms like Gog magog, race or channeling, or antenna because you know what they are based on your own experience of being in America of 2017. And if you are seeking to Un-channel, then my advice? Seek out those who are endeavoring to move forward given our present underground remnant status. Find those engaged in the real work so we can work together on this. It's important to realize erasure is the goal through a sophisticated meme pathogenic warfare broadcast simultaneously via all the sanctioned state medias. The goal is a heightened low grade hot cold hot psychological warfare to instill a baseline ptsd fear experience so that submissive and powerlessness are the means and ends to further social engineering that harken back to the language based archetypes of a traders language. In the absence of more new worlds, the ruling elites seek to colonize and further their kith and kin in a redistribution property scam. So what is required a psychological tool kit to effectively counter the omnipresent meme warfare present in the continuous low volume noise culture. Ezra Pound wrote that the artist is an antenna for the race, the concept was based on inward sensitivity to deep cultural perspectives, and voicing those perspectives outward to the world through art.
I like to Use Ezra Pound as an example because his life contains many of the motifs that are present for us today, he was demonized for his political beliefs and experiences. He was willfully erased by agents of the state, forcibly sent to the psycho-gulag of the Americas. He was imprisoned in a mental institution as a political prisoner for the crime of speaking his truth, voicing his ideas. He was held without trial, without the possibility of trial based on a nefarious mixing of the police state, medical prisons, psychiatrists, nurses working hand in hand to construct a institutional gulag. He was destroyed financially politically and socially because his ideas were not in step with the dominant culture of the time, with the winning side of the 30 years war 1914-1945 of european erasure (WWI & WII) Expect the same and more with new more extensive and sophisticated event horizons coming your way. For if anything things have progressed to a point of lunacy unimagined previously. As you will likely be demonized today if you affirm your own white race today in America, as a wealth redistribution scam seeks white erasure. The systematic fragmentation process as part of the anti-white narrative demands a psychological tool kit capable of neutralizing pathological meme antigens.
Pound specifically for his support of Japan, Germany and Italy during World War Two, was culturally erased. He was culturally censored and silenced in academia. He supported the losing side of a conflict which still plays out today in many arenas. The war machine and deep state continue to funnel America’s energy into Atlanticism and neo con ponzi scams. Ezra Pound used the word antenna of the race for artists, because at that time in the 1930s and 40s the 'new' technology of radio had made it possible for words, ideas, concepts to be transmitted via invisible waves, across great distances, that would be picked up by a radio with an antenna.
Ezra Pound as a poet and writer was informed by Chinese ideograms and calligraphy. In his poetry he sought to understand the nature of language as he was informed by the Chinese concept of language, which is different than our own and is communicated through characters and ideograms. Like Wittgenstein and Heidegger he began to look at language specifically parts of speech: verbs, adverbs, pronouns, nouns and understood that language itself can limit and influence our understanding. Understanding is the ground upon which action occurs. He thought that the Chinese poets captured more subtly the nature of reality by using a language of formalized pictures. In his art, in his poetry Pound attempted to capture this imagism in English.
Ezra Pound was confined for many years to a mental institution. It's important to understand mental institution in the 1940s through the 1960s were static places. One went to a mental institution and lived there. This was the type of mental institution Pound was confined to in his day. You went to an institution and you lived there. You woke up there. You slept there. You ate there. You worked there. Your entire world was the mental institution. You were there because you were there physically.
With the advent of psychotropic psychiatric medications and the ubiquitous internet combined for a 1-2 psycho punch, the mental institution is no longer a static place. The mental institution is everywhere. As you’re walking down a street you are walking down another hall way within the hospital. The people you see and meet are fellow inmates on lock down, infected with meme pathogens that activate guilt and shame archetypes. They are confined like you to the universal anti-white economic zones that seek to take you down several notches at a time to redistribute your property by befuddlement. No one can be trusted. There’s no telling when a fellow inmate may rat on you telling the head shrink of some rule you broke, a missed curfew, an undocumented social contact. How often can you apologize and atone for sins you didn't commit.
Many innocent enter today the shrink gulag via the government school system who has partnered with the medico police state. Young children are targeted by school teachers to enter on the long journey of erasure where they take the mental institution with them wherever they go in the form of continuous monitoring, along with a poison mix of pills and potions that you take throughout the day, mixed with continuous mind mush of electro meme pathogens designed to kill and erase their heroic ancestral spirit. In the recent neocon wars the 3o years war of european erasure 1914-1945 (WW1, WW II) Korea, Vietnam, Gulf war I, Iraq, Afganistan, all the mid east wars since 1967 are neocon wars. The first wave americo neo con wars the 30 years war of european erasure 1914-1945, Korea, Vietnam relied on an involuntary draft. In the past we had armies that were called up by the draft to fight America's strange bizarre neo con over seas wars . However since poverty has been systematically made part of the social fabric of american experience as debt incurred fighting these neocon wars, there is no longer a need for the draft. As recently as 1973 you were summoned and commandeered to join the army. You had no choice, You were selected. You were drafted. Today in America with our diminishing returns courtesy of the continuous dumbing down, we have volunteer armies. We have an all volunteer armed forces. In the same way with mental institutions today, most are not committed to the institution by someone else, you choose to be committed by taking the psychiatric drugs, by staring at the blue zone light of the internet, watching the soft porn morality play entertainment. Given your first dose age as young as age six in the government schools. You opt out for the blue, orange, neon rainbow psych med pills because to live in an erasure culture is so damned hopeless and depressing. You voluntarily join in the hope that the disturbance you experience will be silenced. GOG teaches that the disturbance you were experiencing is a personal experience. Mental health in GOG is defined by your ability to consume the goods, services and entertainment of the economic zone. Deny the validity of the economic zone in defining your reason for being and you risk a rising level of censorship and ‘black out’. Anyone at anytime can be labeled subversive, racist, or dangerous. Your half human half internet machine life memories can be instantly erased, your pictures, stories, credit and banking all can be suddenly deplatformed. At anytime you can sent to the virtual gulag of non-being with no actual movement, as a person you are deplatformed.
For most of human history the sacred nature of mother and father and a small narrow cultural group ensured the safety and survival of the individual. There was camaraderie and shelter to be had in one's own kin. This was the basic tenant of the ethnic nationstate. The ethnic nationstate was a place of safety and nourishment without which few can survive. If you wanted to travel you went to another diverse ethnic-nation state. Multi culturalism another foundation of GOG, has made living into a fundamental sense of withdrawn fear, and the uncertainty of fundamentally unreliable community a virtual must, to create zones of economic activity in place of the ethnic nationstate. You never know in GOG who you are meeting, so at a certain point you withdraw from meeting. You are always traveling in GOG without arriving because there is nowhere to go. There is a McDonalds in New York, McDonalds in California, McDonalds in Madrid, wherever you travel there’s no place you have been. The Disneyland world of GOG has as its basis environmental destruction. In order to extract the raw materials for the ever expanding consumer nation cancer economic zone there must be disconnect from the natural world.
Consumer economic zones are boring. It’s all about purchasing stuff. GOG makes the economic zone the only place you can be. You're always walking on eggshells unable to engage with others. The basic Modus Operandi of GOG is fear and uncertainty. The basic premise of Gog magog is superficiality and inauthenticity. The basic mode of interaction in an anti-white erasure whacko world is inauthentic, dishonest, and unsatisfactory. Even the most basic nurturing of relationships between a man and woman, intimacy is subverted because you never know if the man or woman you're engaging with is a lesbian or homosexual. Or if they are straight, will they suddenly convert at internet story time command to homo? Lesbo? Or by internet command perhaps change gender, or re-change gender? The meme pathogens deeply programmed in the vicarious memories of the psyche could activate at any time, throwing your world upside down. There's only so many times you can apologize for things you never done. A relationship could suddenly instantly become divorce, at a moments notice. Your life long partner could become your enemy. Your wife could suddenly claim, “I’m a lesbian, sorry. My bad.” You are always traveling yet never returning home because the ethnic nation state has been converted into a zone of economic activity. Your romantic partner is just another form of economic activity within the economic zone. Your children, they belong to the state.
Real travel is educational, affirming and valuable. Travel is moving, but travel is not restless mindless commuting. In GOG it is not so much that you are always traveling, it is not so much that you are always meeting strangers, it is that you have no root and no home. You have no firm ground to stand on, and that perpetual vulnerability creates fragmentation in it is uncomfortable. There is an absence of restorative nourishing environments. In an economic zone, at best you have a parking space, as long as you deposit quarters, you can stay parked. If the parking meter isn’t fed money, you, your life, your car, your house, all will be towed away. Property ownership is dependent on paying the parking meter prosperity tax. The basic mindset is fear to make room for the next loyal erasure replacement refugee coming through the open border. Meet your erasure replacement.
The basic cultural motif must be between mother and child, raised within a secure family. The child has a nurturing mother and child ventures off into exploration of the world. The child moves from the nurturing breast into forays into the world. If you want a guidepost to fragmentation then eliminate the mother, eliminate breast-feeding, eliminate the small familiar milieu and what you have is a fragmented distorted consumer. Add to the mix enforced child care, schools that are reeducation camps for soft cultural warfare and the bleak future comes into view. In order for stability the child returns to the mother for reassurance and strength and then goes further and further until maturity. When this interplay is interrupted the child matures into neurosis founded upon uncertainty and fear. In the place of the mother with further forays into the world the child always has the nurturing, family, the familiarity of the familiar. Without a comforting place to return to there is no place to go except to the economic consumer playgrounds.
There is a small percentage of any human population, roughly 1 to 2% that are at anytime genetically incapacitated by mental illness. What we have today is roughly 25 to 33% of the population on psychiatric drugs. This 25 to 33% of the population taking psychiatric drugs are mentally ill by design. Their deepest ambitions, motivations and experiences are diluted and effectively neutralized by these psychiatric drugs. I view the recent genetically modified strains of marijuana with their huge THC content to be on the same level as psychiatric drugs. This genetically enhanced strain of marijuana as it is currently sold, distributed and marketed in America effectively works like the psychiatric drugs to ensure the goals of antiwhite. Added to this mish mash of dumb down drugs pushed on our people are the cheap heroin, fentanyl, benzo’s, methamphetamine that flood through the open borders of the GOG Magog state.The wake and bake culture of the left is a dying sigh.
Young millennial's coming of age today in America have been exposed to psychiatric drugs in the school system and genetically enhanced strains of marijuana and quasi-legal available street drugs to such an extent, that their basic motivations and ambitions have been thwarted. This drug induced stupor is not accidental, it is by design. The drugs potentiate the toxic erasure meme pathogens. The dying sigh of the wake and bake culture has become a deafening silent scream. Young millenials today for the most part have not known the security of mother, the strength of community or the nurturing resiliency of family. Their primary interface with the other is as a consumer, and membership becomes participation in an economic zone. No generation of children has ever before been exposed at such a young age to advanced psychiatric drugs like the millennial's of today. A major part of the work on Un-channeling has to do with removing psychiatric and street drugs and this enhanced THC marijuana from the body.
As Ezra Pound said, The artist remains today an antenna for the race, still able to be sensitive to deep cultural perspectives. We are all artists in a sense in that we are creating our own lives. The canvas that we use is our life. That life to be lived at its fullest must have continuity with the ethnic nation state. This is especially true for those just emerging into personhood, just emerging as a generation to create their lives and manifest their destiny through their action. And while there is a personal quality to the artist creating their own lives, we still at this time still have artists who are creating the images, stories and Personae through their art of what it is like to be alive.
Artists are blessed/cursed with the duty/task of creating images that can be shared so that others may blossom and flower into their true nature as persons. At the same time antenna and "radio" have now blossomed, cancered and flowered into countless types of "radio" waves that are transmitted and received. We are bombarded by the nearly un escapable media messages antiwhite meme pathogenic entertainment. That you are able to read this shows that both you and I are connected to the network. There's no point in defending or explaining the all-encompassing nature of this "radio". It is everywhere. And especially with young millennial's it is now rooted in their deepest emotions, beliefs, perspectives and experiences. The defacto hybrid person bio merged with AI.
When Ezra Pound used the word 'race', it was a term that was much more tangible, real and at hand then it is now for many Americans living into 2017. Yet it is still here, it is still very much a part of our experience as Americans in America.
All you have to do is apply for employment, apply for any type of government benefit, the census, basically fill out any type of questionnaire whether for Utility service, apply for a loan, attempt to get financial aid for further schooling, a passport, loans, grants, basically any type of form that you will fill out, race is part of the questions that will be asked. You will be asked to assign yourself a race, usually Black, Caucasian, Hispanic, Asian Native American, label and check the choice. That we live in a society where race and gender are vitally important is it self vitally important. Race is significant because it is significant. Race is identity at a fundamental unavoidable level. That every one is encouraged to use identity politics but one group is critical to understanding what is going on. Race is significant to the network of GOG specifically on the level of denying you access to your basic truth. After labeling yourself in all these venues you will then be told that while all other races and ethnicities are able to organize for their racial interests, you as a white Caucasian American do not have that right to advocate for your interests. If you haven’t got the message and attempt to peacefully advocate and assemble, you will be labeled a racist and hate group. You will be told that there is no such thing as a white race. If you go through the deep personal journey of finding out who you are and race, white race, enters into the equation you will be labeled undesirable, Nazi, white supremacist racist in their narrative. Like Ezra Pound you will be marginalized and if you are an artist your places to display your art will become very small, very limited and eventually you will enter into a deep question. Should I neutralize and sterilize my art? Should I neutralize the content to make it acceptable for GOG? Abort the process or deepen the journey, becomes the question. The question of suicide and abortion is the overt outcome of the antiwhite program. It is imperative that a visceral gut level you develop a psychological defense to counter your demise and erasure, not as a theory but actual steps and techniques.
If based on the nature of your race you affirm your race as a black American. You will be lauded and rewarded with various benefits. Your racial consciousness itself will be rewarded and affirmed. You will be able to join with other black Americans in your employment. You will be able to describe yourself as a black artist. You will be able to confidently and proclaim and claim your place with other blacks. You will be able to join black associations. You'll be able to be a black medical professional physician, or a black nurse. Or a black whatever it's all OK. You will be able to join a black policeman's Association, you will be able to join with other black Americans as a black political representative, to lobby for your people in a black caucus. You will able be able to freely and publicly proclaim, I am a black American, without any fear of negative consequence.
The same goes for Asian-American, the same goes for Native American, the same goes for Latino or Hispanic American. The same holds true for all the ethnic groups in GOG except for the white race, the race that is no race, the race-less race, the choiceless choice. For all the other races except for white race, within the umbrella of self identification under the rules and regulations of the government you will be able to access benefits and rewards based upon your race. You will be able to join with a Latino University group, you will be able to affirm yourself as a minority business owner with improved access to loans and tax benefits. On and on race is both advocated and rewarded for these particular races. Yet as a white American you will be told you have no race. You will be told you have no right to assert your race. You will be told you have no right to advocate for your people, their causes. You will be told there is no such thing as a white race. You have no causes. You have no race. You have no place. This is going on while at the same time within the intended mono-cultural supremacy of GOG other races are advanced and their agendas supported. You'll nearly always find white anti-whites are the loudest claiming, and shaming those who to attempt to advocate for white wellbeing in the group politik of governance.
What about the majority in America? What about Canada? Europe? Australia? What about the Caucasian race? What about the self designation of a white American? Here you will run in to difficulty if you advocate for your own white race, your own white people, and your own white interests. What you’ll find is the prius-whites will be the most vocal advocates for denying your right to advocate.
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