MidSommer New Moon

 At Midsommer New Moon

     

      Hail Wotan. Hail Frigg and Freyja, I worship in a sacred Grove of trees, while fasting and praying these 30 days through a full cycle of moon, watching st john’s wort, poleo and bistort emerge small and greenly by the power of viriditas. The divine animating indwelling in-out breath placed in our nostrils as breath is the same vital force in these plants. While with these observations of wild herb ways, a Rain song came to me. This is a Peace pilgrim song given by the Genius World Teacher through Creator as Wild Herb Ways.  ..." 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnWqlIRL5HQ

     In a situation of the greening there can be no place for shadows of war, addiction, hate, anger, retribution or revenge. We are peace pilgrims by birth and election, standing with the green. We are the leaven of peace in a narrative of violence and war.  https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2023/10/i-stand-with-green.html 

     I teach only love, tolerance and understanding, protesting the ideas that the violent technology of mechanized war can ever be a replacement for dialogue and diplomacy in the public or personal space of our wellbeing. War violence hate is not and has never been my narrative or drama story. Work for peace in a real way has been a legitimate theme in our western tradition through peace churches as the Anabaptist, friends, Quaker, Amish, Jehovah witness, Seventh Day Adventist and it's unfortunate that the dominant culture Christian faith has been tied up with flag waving jingo patriotism. That you can advocate for missile strikes then go to church and pray away the death stench of war is lame. At a certain point you simply can not be all things for all people. Being local is living within our means on a small scale with probably zero traction in the national media. I think it's important to separate belief from experience, to look towards a experiential faith that doesn't try to hook up with nationalism. Can that be done? Yes it can be done and no it cannot be done are both true. Yes it can be done on a small scale in a small way. No it cannot be done nationally, because the values of love, acceptance, tolerance and wellbeing are not for sale. My conversation is about survival and the wellbeing of our people. Life can be done in a good way. We will not be villains or heroes in a bloodshed techno narrative of the industrial military complex. We are the Peace pilgrims, our teaching is wellbeing."-Pm/www 

           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 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. 

     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 these mountains are within them are healing places where a man's life can be healed. Within these mountains are springs and healing plants that God promised us from the beginning, from Genesis time, going back to the garden of Eden, 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.

     Being grateful for this coming of rain to quench the fires, so the people may live in greater wellbeing abundance. So here we have a song of thanksgiving for rain.

      At New Moon MidSommer Rain song, Peace pilgrim song. 

      

      

as a day of the heaven, i. e. as long as the sky exists, forever. The earth is the bioregion of our people made in covenant. The earth is thus ecology, the earth-household upon which we walk and live as Peace Pilgrims through the Wild Herb Ways. 

          At Midsommer New Moon

At Midsommer, Tomorrow is June 24th , This year 2025 we celebrate the great Hyperium festival with Midsoomer in the new moon at the First Thors-day of the month we set aside as a day for the family kindred to honour our biospirit, our ancestors, our journey, our place because we are a people and our wellbeing is non-negotiable. As a note at MidSommer, I use any and everything to maximize the us of our wellbeing. My ancestors, Howard, Irene, Agustus, Mario, were because I knew them, all Christians in their orientation, therefore I can no more throw away their traditions than I can throw away my own skin which along with grey hair is my  uniform. Also  I have to edit content to exist here in this free forum.  My writings I edit them the best I can, none the less to fit this public forum. We are a people everywhere we exist at Midsommer above ground and wherever we live our well being is non-negotiable. We ask our God we honour to honour us, to cooperatively assist us, as we have always done, and will always do in blessing us. On this day we focus on promoting wellbeing through the genius teacher wild herb ways. Our work is and theirs is empowerment by halting any victimization inflicted upon us in the process of erasure. In the plots of their near continuous mechanio war narrative we remain peace pilgrims for us as a people in community. 

     The only thing needed is the sincerity of  intention and a scientific spirit of inquiry to make an experiment both in the prayers to our ancestral Gods, and to a most blessed herb the sun terrestial wort of Sainte John. 

      There are many ways you can do this. One way is the way understood by english writer John Milton as haemony. Haemony is a word phrase used by Milton in Masque of Comus, to describe a predominant understanding of his bioregion place in relation to western biospirit. That understanding is the conceptual experience of the our essential  biospirit in the aliveness of vitalism in a specific local place, with specific local plants, for specific local people in that place. One such plant is the plant we use in exactly the same way, the harmonic Sol Terrestris Hypericum perforatum. 

    “And shew me simples of a thousand names

Telling their strange and vigorous faculties;

Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,

But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; [ 630 ]

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,

But in another Countrey, as he said,

Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this soyl:

Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swayn

Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon, [ 635 ]

And yet more med'cinal is it then that Moly

That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;

He call'd it Hæmony, and gave it me,

And bade me keep it as of sovran use

'Gainst all inchantments, mildew blast, or damp [ 640 ]”

• John Milton in Masque of Comus

    That this Sol Terrestis is part of our legacy is evident in the writings of English writer John Milton 1608-1674. Nicolas Culpeper in his “Description. Common St. John's Wort shoots forth brownish, upright, hard, round stalks, two feet high, spreading many branches from the sides up to the tops of them, with two small leaves set one against another at every place, which are of a deep green colour, somewhat like the leaves of the lesser Centaury, but narrow, and full of small holes in every leaf, which cannot be so well perceived, as when they are held up to the light; at the tops of the stalks and branches stand yellow flowers of five leaves a-piece, with many yellow threads in the middle, which being bruised do yield a reddish juice like blood; after which come small round heads, wherein is contained small blackish seed smelling like rosin. The root is hard and woody, with divers strings and fibres at it, of a brownish colour, which abides in the ground many years, shooting anew every Spring.

Place. This grows in woods and copses, as well those that are shady, as open to the sun.

Time. They flower about Midsummer and July, and their seed is ripe in the latter end of July or August.

Government and virtues. It is under the celestial sign Leo, and the dominion of the Sun. It may be, if you meet a Papist, he will tell you, especially if he be a lawyer, that St. John made it over to him by a letter of attorney. It is a singular wound herb; boiled in wine and drank, it heals inward hurts or bruises; made into an ointment, it open obstructions, dissolves swellings, and closes up the lips of wounds. The decoction of the herb and flowers, especially of the seed, being drank in wine, with the juice of knot-grass, helps all manner of vomiting and spitting of blood, is good for those that are bitten or stung by any venomous creature, and for those that cannot make water. Two drams of the seed of St. John's Wort made into powder, and drank in a little broth, doth gently expel choler or congealed blood in the stomach. The decoction of the leaves and seeds drank somewhat warm before the fits of agues, whether they be tertains or quartans, alters the fits, and, by often using, doth take them quite away. The seed is much commended, being drank for forty days together, to help the sciatica, the falling sickness, and the palsy.

 For our blessed womenfolk we advise the bouquet talisman of Sol Terrestis, so valued of our maidens. “Thomas Jackson's A Treatise Containing the Originali of Vnbeliefe, Misbeliefe, or Misperswasions tells us of maid that liked well of the deville making love to her in the habit of a gallant young man, but could not enjoy his company, nor he hers, so long as shee had vervain and S. Iohns grasse about her…”

  : aner , andros: man); haima (Gr. blood). The herbalists (whether English or continental) are unanimous in their explanation of this name. The colour of the juyce which is in the Flowers or leaves. Resembling Mans blood, for so the Greek word signifies. The etymology of haemony, which has formed the basis for the allegory not theological or philosophical but botanical. Androsaemon's blood-red juice characteristic of the Hyrpericums, signifies its potency as a vulnerary herb of long repute. 

    To make thee truly sensible of that happinesse which Mankind lost by the Fall of Adam , is to render thee an exact Botanicky by the knowledge of so incomparable a Science as the Art of Simpling , to re-instate thee into another Eden, or, A Garden of Paradise: For if We rightly consider the Addresses of this Divine Contemplation of Herbs and Plants, with what alluring Steps and Paces the Study of them directs Us to an admiration of the

Supream Wisdome, we cannot but even from these inferiour things arrive somewhat near unto a heavenly Contentment; a contentment indeed next to that Blessednesse of Fruition, which is onely in the other World. . . . amongst all these transitory Entertainments of our Lives, there is none more suitable to the mind of man then this is, that Emperours, Princes, Heroes, and Persons of the most have trod on their Scepters, sleighted their Thrones, cast away all other Exuberancies of State, to Court their Mother Earth in Beauties there are to be discerned in Flowers, such Curiositie in Plants…”

     Hypericum perforatum flowers Turtle island meadows of Midgard 24.6.2024 Four day Utisetta at New moon Thors-day. We have 3 bushy Hypericums and 3 wild flower styles. This plant was known by the name Sol Terrestis. The golden sun shining in earth displelling malifient influence both of the heart and of storm and vapour. “Oswaldus Crollius explains why hypericon-androsaemon is so effective: "The Strings upon the Leaves of St. Johns-Wort have the Signature, which being porous . . . expel all Phantasmes and Phantastick Spirits from and without man. ... it is also called

Fuga Daemonum . . . . Portus Neapolitanus affirms, that Malignant Spirits assaulting, can neither endure the smell of it, nor abide it near them. For as the Celestial Sol, by its Light drives away all malignant Spirits, that rejoyce in Darkness: So St. Johns-wort (among Solar Herbs accounted the chief) by Paracelsus dignified with the name of Terrestrial Sol, is found to be of like efficacy.” The resin glands are visible on the rim of the five petal sun pattern, ruled by Leo, this gift from Creator enables us to resist erasure by nourishing biospirit. As per genius world teacher wild herb ways: hypericin although standardized as the active compound it's probably  "hyperforin" that has been identified as an significant compound, although it sounds good on paper in small mind replacement science, our big mind wisdom teacher has the whole plant as the real lesson here. St John's wort tincture is best made immediately in the field. The sooner you make it happen the better. Which is why so many  herbal medicine small mind replacement science trials are laughable. Remember, the 9-words - "We are a people and our wellbeing is non-negotiable."

     “ Paracelsus regards hypericon-androsaemon as a plant associated with light and as therefore possessing potent ingredients for dis-pelling the forces of darkness: "The straikes in the leaves like veines, shew us, that this herb drives away from a man Ghosts and night spirits, and spirits begot by imagination, whether they be within a man or without; and these phantastick Spirits, which are begot by Phansie, do beget Ghosts, so that a man shall see spirits, visions, and hear such phansies. . . . And for this disease there are no more remedies known that are created by God, but only Coral and St. Johns wort. ... As the sun-beam pierceth through glasse; so this vertue pierceth through the Spirits of men and beasts. . .” 

    Paracelsus regards hypericon-androsaemon as a plant associated with light and as therefore possessing potent ingredients for dispelling the forces of darkness: "The straikes in the leaves like veines, shew us, that this herb drives away from a man Ghosts and night spirits, and spirits begot by imagination, whether they be within a man or without; and these phantastick Spirits, which are begot by Phansie, do beget Ghosts, so that a man shall see spirits, visions, and hear such phansies. . . . And for this disease there are no more remedies known that are created by God, but only Coral and St. Johns wort. ... As the sun-beam pierceth through

glasse; so this vertue pierceth through the Spirits of men and

beasts. . .” 

    One of the ways is to light a fire circle at your home and ask Father God and his son to bless and aid our people in becoming once again a people.

   We are coming together to ask Father to help our people. Hail Father protector of us as a people. Help us to destroy the serpent that seeks to hurt our people. 

     Close the circle by greeting the 4 compass cardinals clock wise by singing Heil Austri, ˈsuðre, ˈwestre, ˈnorðre, ˈThe one in the east, south, west and north make this ve holy, banish all evil, destroy all that do evil to our folk. Draw a circle and draw four Holy ones on the cardinal points surrounding the fire circle. This can be done with charcoal, or with lime or sand, anything you have handy. Offer a drink horn or glass/ Here a note, I personally prefer not to use alcoholic beverages in ceremony as many of our people have been sabotaged and compromised through the alcoholic industry. Generations of our people have suffered the teratogenic effects of alcohol in the womb of their mothers, along with tobacco, marijuana, stimulants and pharmaceutical weapons meant to diminish the biospiritual potential of our people. Alcohol is a teratogenic substance. I prefer to use a home made non-alcoholic drink called an oxymel made from honey and apple cider vinegar to which are added wild harvested herbs such as wild bergamot monarda, yarrow, artemisia, Hypericum St Johns wort, juniper berries, fresh hops, or pedicularis. Yet each to his or her ow. May God bless your work in becoming us.

     Hypericum perforatum, 6.24.2025 Uttisetta four day sitting with a particular plant. St John's Wort, fasting and prayer First THORS-day of the month. Uttisetta at New moon with genius world teacher wild herb ways. "The only way to heal biospirit is to go deeper into who you are for your people bringing back for them the healing wild herb ways from the genius world teacher continuous medicine road" https://youtu.be/kbO48p2TPZ0?feature=shared

HAIL OUR Father Protector of Our People

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Peace Pilgrim Wild Herb Ways

 

     

Quaking Aspen, American Aspen

Populus tremuloides

Poplar-Willow family (Salicaceae)

Aster fam, small prostrate mat, sunny open small-leaf pussytoes

Nuttall's pussytoes

Antennaria parvifolia

Small-leaf Pussytoes

Aster family (Asteraceae)

Shooting-star Columbine

Aquilegia elegantula

Buttercup family (Ranunculaceae)

Foothill Paintbrush

Castilleja integra

Broomrape/Paintbrush family (Orobanchaceae)

Wild Licorice

Glycyrrhiza lepidota

Pea family (Fabaceae)

Rock Clematis

Clematis columbiana

Buttercup family (Ranunculaceae)

Alpine Squawroot

Conopholis alpina

Broomrape/Paintbrush family (Orobanchaceae)

Spotted Coralroot

Corallorhiza maculata

Orchid family (Orchidaceae)

Whiplash Daisy

Horseweed

Conyza canadensis, Erigeron canadensis

Aster family (Asteraceae)

Erigeron flagellaris

Aster family (Asteraceae)

Richardson's Geranium

Geranium richardsonii

Geranium family (Geraniaceae)

Rocky Mountain Iris

Iris missouriensis

Iris family (Iridaceae)

Plumed Solomon's Seal

Maianthemum racemosum

Camas/Triteleia/Yucca family (Asparagaceae)

Starry Solomon's Seal

Maianthemum stellatum

Camas/Triteleia/Yucca family (Asparagaceae)

Douglas Fir

Pseudotsuga menziesii

Pine family (Pinaceae)

Wood's Rose

Rosa woodsii

Rose family (Rosaceae)

Thimbleberry

Rubus parviflorus

Rose family (Rosaceae)

Western Mountain-Ash

Sorbus scopulina

Rose family (Rosaceae)

Common Dandelion

Taraxacum officinale

Aster family (Asteraceae)

Mountain Goldenbanner

Thermopsis montana

Pea family (Fabaceae)

Canada Violet

Viola canadensis

Violet family (Violaceae)

California Corn Lily

Veratrum californicum

Trillium/Death-Camas family (Melanthiaceae)

Osha Root

Ligusticum porteri

Carrot family (Apiaceae)

Blunt-Fruit Sweet-Cicely

Osmorhiza depauperata

Carrot family (Apiaceae)

Giant Lousewort

Pedicularis procera

Broomrape/Paintbrush family (Orobanchaceae)

Yarrow

Achillea millefolium

Aster family (Asteraceae)

American Spikenard

Aralia racemosa

Ivy/Pennywort/Devil's Club family (Araliaceae)

Creeping Oregon-grape

Berberis repens

Berberis/Vancouveria family (Berberidaceae)

White Marsh Marigold

Caltha leptosepala

Buttercup family (Ranunculaceae)

Fireweed

Chamaenerion angustifolium

Evening-Primrose family (Onagraceae)

Fendler's Ceanothus

Ceanothus fendleri

Buckthorn family (Rhamnaceae)

Wild Licorice

Glycyrrhiza lepidota

Pea family (Fabaceae)

Scouler's St. Johnswort

Hypericum scouleri

St. John's-Wort family (Hypericaceae)

Blue Elderberry

Sambucus cerulea

Moschatel family (Adoxaceae)

Baneberry

Actaea rubra

Buttercup family (Ranunculaceae)

Chiricahua Mountain Dock

Rumex orthoneurus

Smartweed-Buckwheat family (Polygonaceae)

American Bistort

Bistorta bistortoides

Smartweed-Buckwheat family (Polygonaceae)

Spreading Dogbane

Apocynum androsaemifolium

Dogbane family (Apocynacae)

Wood's Rose

Rosa woodsii

Rose family (Rosaceae)

On Being a Peace Pilgrim working tirelessly for wellbeing

Scripture:

    Introductory readers Note: I am Ancestral faith and a peace pilgrim. The world around us has turned to violence and war, against all reason. As far as I can trace my European family who came to America, Howard, Irene, Marie, August, all came from the tradition. My duty is to honour those ancestors. I can no more throw away their struggle than I can throw away my uniform which is our biospirit. Have my people been betrayed time and time again by that faith? In the 30 years war of European erasure 1914-1945? In the occupying regime here and abroad? By their co-opted Christian faith? Yes, yes and yes, yet I still have to dig deeper because they are my people. It is our duty to carry on. We are a people and our wellbeing can not be negotiated as a bargaining chip for more economic stuff. I refuse to flee. Here I will stand. Whether loved, hated or shunned or shamed or misunderstood, I will walk forward in peace against all violence. When I can no longer walk I will crawl. I believe in the resurrection because everything I had was stripped from me and I died then rose again, and not just once, many times. I have made terrible stupid mistakes before and will probably make them again. Believe and do. Our love will be. Remember intelligence can learn from stupidity but stupidity can not learn from intelligence. Do the best you can. Whatever you can gain from reading this comes from Creator, whatever is small minded, weak or stupid comes from me. Don't curse our Creator Father, Praise the life. Never quit. If you must retreat do it only so that in retreating you can become strong again to continue our struggle. The truth is at this time we are peace pilgrims who created positive while standing with the green. Hail Wotan. https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2023/10/i-stand-with-green.html We have the breath of divine spark in our nostrils for a time. We do not pretend. We are a remnant. We are strangers here, strangers in a tangled web of intrigue, of violence, war, power, prestige, lusts of the flesh, dominance. Yet though rightful heirs we are foreigners. We are the ones who live within our bioregion. We live within our means as persons, people in a place without the right of citizenship. We do not pretend more then peace pilgrims spreading the leaven of tolerance and forgiveness to the forgotten. We do not press the point. We abstain from whatever vices the pharmakeia offers regarding intoxication. We remain sober and steadfast. Our women dress plain, we do not paint the face, braid the hair in elaborate styles, mark the skin. They cover their heads in assembly and abide in modesty,  because our Father created us male and female and the woman is a vessel of birth, the tabernacle for new souls which we welcome. 

    

Our teaching is to remain positive through skillful action, regardless of situation or circumstance. Whatever happens, whatever does not happen , good fortune, bad fortune, fire, drought, flood, sickness, death - our task and duty is to rejoice and trust in our ability to survive and create our family, our community, our tribe of wellbeing in peace faith and love. Let me be perfectly clear, as one teacher taught me face to face in a spirit lodge up near Inchelium in the 1970’s, ‘If it doesn’t grow corn, then let it go. For me, it must grow corn and be workable or else I drop it.” We will provide our family and we will be a seed covenant of our own Folk First! tribe. “It must grow corn.” Your work must bear fruit. Grow corn, bear fruit, same thing, no difference. 

https://youtu.be/TPv7ORYLGXA?feature=shared

     ‘It must grow corn.’, you must bear fruit. The perfect wild herb ways of our ancestral faith are good, there is really not much more to say. Work for good among our people with love for those who love you in return, your close immediate inner circle. It is not rocket science. We have a perfect seed covenant in our lives as a remnant, and our faith is a peace church, a peace family of wild herb ways rooted in the Provider all--Father. You must dig in deeply into your homes,  dig deep into family, dig deep into the good earth that is Father land. Forget delusions of grandeur, or big ideas that go beyond your immediate personal control, because we are a small remnant. Yes Father will prosper and guide us through this morass of problems, only if we work it out. Escape means we are gathering together small. These are the perpetual blood seed covenant teachings of Father through our people's every day life. It is not a question of better or worse it is just the way we follow for those able to follow it. For others, fine let them do what they think best and we will do the same. All teachings are about increasing maximizing wellbeing. She shall be saved in childbearing, if they continue in work with sobriety. Sobriety is soundness of mind. Time and time the timeless truths of have proven true. While countless of our brothers flocked to tobacco, liquour, marijuana, vaccines and all the confusion of their pharmakeaa. While our brothers and sisters flocked to their death song  pharmakea of health robbing deadly drugs like tobacco, opium, genetically modified marijuana, stimulants the teaching of ancestral faith has been clear. The mind is to be kept sober and clear. Tobacco is a teratogenic substance toxifying the precious breath in the womb, and like alcohol in the first trimester malforms the cranial development of our people’s children into slaves and servants with limited mental and impaired biospirit, and drops them into the half chasm of servitude.

     Do not be mistaken or misled, the entire gospel of salvation is contained in miniature within the words, Make peace. Create Peace by living simple law abiding lives of hard work and sobriety. Peace is truly where it’s at, for us to become a people.

     Jesus is no longer our teacher. So too many are likewise dejected today uncertain as cherished values enshrined as codes of behaviour from biospirit are mocked. Marriage, the family, communities, neighborhoods all seem somehow botched and threatened. Our path today in 2025 is often negatively diagrammed as the locked room tv’d blue glow light stare of doubled jeopardy, movie land boom the video’d tv-astan with locked doors stifled faith, stifled grace surveillance palace of fear. The disciples, negated by fear, gathered in locked secret rooms, not because they wanted privacy but because they were scared out of their minds, paralyzed by doubt. Doubt of their purpose, doubt of everything. Make no mistake doubt and fear are tools used to to control behavior.  For many this is the same dynamic faced today. In an atmosphere of fear the flow of grace is restricted everything fails. The be ye separate Peace church of Wild Herb Ways is the only meaningful option. We must absolutely be sworn to peaceful interactions and resist not evil. 

     Stand ye in the old ancestral ways, and see, and walk the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your folk. Return to Earth First! Folk First! as the community, neighborhood and family. That returning is first and primary. Nothing about doctrine or believing, can happen until one stands and return to the old ways of belonging to family, kith and kin. It is always about being the one true mind and heart of our wild herb ways, return to the universal world teacher, to the right mind, as best you can with what you have around you. Change your life and mind for the better’. Yet as always there is a choice, and here in the crossroads of your life. You have a choice. You have a choice to make. Us or them? You either live out the highest best self as an us, as a people in community or become a them, in their narrative as villain. You have a choice either the co-opted Yahweh or become the doers and rulers. The world wants to erase us because only in us is there strength. You have a choice become a people and act from mutual wellbeing or chose the selfish individualism of dominant anti-white culture. The dominant culture is a nonbecoming, a giving into selfish individualism opposed to being a family, being a comminty, being a people. 

    Will you hearken to the call of us? Not the lone wolf flight. Will you heaken to Yahweh and accept the rain promises and the rain obligations.” De-franchised, deplatformed because evil, which is the opposite of wellbeing has been created by the fruit of their thoughts. In other words, our thinking is a negative self-fulfilling prophecy. Thought propels us into a villain narrative by means of thought patterns that lead to villain role action scenarios. They cast a kind of magic about USA through entertainment 24/7 news as a self fulfilling thought creation. Today there is not personal thought between your ears but the relentless hopeless messaging of media. Our subconscious minds cannot distinguish between actual experience and the messaging of media entertainment experience. In Jeremiah the people think themselves into negative outcomes by infected thought, the meme pathogen. The meme pathogen of the relentless intrusive media message must be dealt with psychologically to neutralize the narrative placement. Billboards and 24/7 electo-cinema is something no old testament prophet ever had to deal with or address. For that reason everything must begin with daily work and psychologocial remedy to correct self inflicted hate speech which becomes repetitive self sabotage within the villain narrative they inhabit. The world we live in is a world of stories. We inhabit a series of narratives. It doesn’t matter the reality or truth of the story narrative. If it is in your narrative, then it is your story, and you will act out all the twists of plot within that narrative.

      The opposite of wrong think within the meme pathogen of Jeremiah is, be sensitive to the well being of yourself, of us, ourselves, as a people, as a group, both self and others. Resist not the thing but resist your place within a false narrative. Become a people vociferously protecting and advocating for our wellbeing. Become a peace church within wild herb ways instructed by the genius world teacher as a people advocating peacefully for their health and wellbeing as people within a family as community. 

     The important thing is to use the remedy. See for yourself how it can be used as an effective strategy to decolonize your mind from anti-wellbeing bias.  According to Wild Herb Ways, significant questions can often best be answered by reducing them to their most simple salient components. The best way to approach them is as Thoreau said, “simplify, simplify, simplify”. Develop a simple test that is spontaneous and clear without complication that resonates with your intention and journey. Use this series of questions to evaluate for engagement within belief systems, social organizations, media entertainment and so on. Before looking at the questions it is important to develop a policy both personal and applied outward, do not engage with the enemy. The goal here is not to debate or win converts. The goal is survival and empowerment. The first motto is do not engage with the enemy. The narrative quotients are so strong and omnipresent monolithic in scope, that it is impossible to argue for points within the negative loser narrative. Do not resist evil. Do not engage. Smile, move on. You have no obligation to thoroughly explain yourself beyond name, rank, and serial number. You are behind enemy lines and the only viable option is love, forgive, live for another day in the greatist freedom possible given your circumstance. Use your time wisely.

       Eric Bernstein,  also known as Eric Berne wrote in his 1964 book, Games People Play”, outlining a process of understanding failed achievement models he called transactional analysis. “The theory of social intercourse, which has been outlined at some length in Transactional Analysis, may be summarized as follows. Spitz has found  that infants deprived of handling over a long period will tend at length to sink into an irreversible decline and are prone to succumb eventually to intercurrent disease. In effect, this means that what he calls emotional deprivation can have a fatal outcome. These observations give rise to the idea of stimulus-hunger, and indicate that the most favoured forms of stimuli are those provided by physical intimacy, a conclusion not hard to accept on the basis of everyday experience. An allied phenomenon is seen in grownups

subjected to sensory deprivation. Experimentally, such deprivation may call forth a transient psychosis, or at least give rise to temporary mental disturbances; In the past, social and sensory deprivation is noted to have had similar effects in individuals condemned to long periods of solitary imprisonment. Indeed, solitary confinement is one of the punishments most dreaded even by prisoners hardened to physical brutality, and is now a notorious procedure for inducing political compliance. (Conversely, the best of the known weapons against political compliance is social organization.)” ( Eric Berne, Games People Play, pg 13) Berne describes the emergent failure to thrive society in post war America, which today we call autism, as a ‘notorius procedure for inducing political compliance’.  

     The second aphorism beyond ‘Do not engage.’, is “ Our group wellbeing is priority. Yes I am wounded, injured, traumatized, and yes I will engage in family, community, relationships as best I can in whatever form they may take at this time because we are as a people is the only place where well-being can occur. In the sense of the active creative vital principle, put in motion, becomes us. Both the light and life of the world that pulsates behind our eyeballs, and the institutions that support our life, is all about the vital principle put in motion by us by living solely and completely for us as a people. That is why we honour and praise our ancestral faith and the people who came before us. The teaching that the logos is defined by human language, in the sense of words contained in a book and held hostage within discursive thinking is spurious. The Logos is not the words contained in the Bible that betrays us, printed on paper, limited to language confined to human based conceptions. The Logos is a divine mystery. The logos is an other. The Logos is wild herb ways. So according to reason, an anti-wellbeing dialectic is overtly anti-life, and anti-family. Whose family does the anti-wellbeing oppose? Your family. Whose life does the anti-wellbeing oppose? Your baby’s life, you and your wife’s marriage. The bible as a foreign book was opposed not only to the actual European man, but equally significantly opposed to our ancestral faith message and who you are by biospirt. It opposes those who embody that principle by neighborhood, by family, by community. The biggest problem facing us is we as Christians have co-existed within the biospiritual space that is the biospirit of european cultures, mores and values for over two thousand years and that co-existence is now threatened by mandated regime erasure within co-opted belief. 

     Throughout this nation, in our communities there was a great revival in the early 1800’s and it was well known

• The community of faith is among you.

• A community that is everlasting 

• A community of truth and life

• A community of holiness and grace,

• A community of trust, love and peace via common biospirit nurtured within that community

Because of the co-opted beliefs of our fathers we the northern tribes of were led away and betrayed. Later our blood ancestors as crossed the Caucus mountains becoming Europeans, Germans, Irish, Saxons, Swedes, Polish, Slavs, Italians, Spanish and built the culture of Europe through inherent genetic design from the externalization of our unique biospirit. To think that the genius of medieval music, where our composers wrote out intricate parts for 20 different musical instruments all played in harmony, that is ours and your inherent biospirit. While edifying deeply spiritual complex beautiful music of rhythm, melodic harmony, and interactive participation were being performed as the sacred rights of liturgy within our faith, other cultures emerged from their respective biospirit storehouse were banging sticks on tree trunks, twerking and gyrating, yelling incomprehensible sounds according to their internal biospirit. While our direct biospiritual ancestors the indo-europeans, the greeks through the romans, composed complex religio-theatre, odes and stories, the Odysee, the Iliad, the Vedas, Mahabhrata,  Bible, countless works composed of thousands of words, hundreds of pages of written text, other cultures emerged from their respective biospirit storehouse had no written language and scratched marks on stones appearing like the work of small children, or down syndrome mongoloids on drugs or people whose linguistic portion of the brain had not emerged who spoke with grunts and hand gestures. While Pythagoras, Hippocrates, Linnaeus through to Culpeper and the eclectic physicians in an unbroken lineage of thousands of years wrote done painstaking the uses of plants as wild herb ways, in hundreds of written volumes guided by the word within our biospirit, other cultures emerged from their respective biospirit storehouse had no written language and used the same herbs chimpanzee orangutan style, effectively but only handed down mouth to ear orally and disappearing with no possibility of restoration outside that oral tradition. While Leonardo Da Vinci painted the Sistine chapel, wrote and illustrated complex exact anatomy, designed flying helicopters, and listened to polyphonic music, attend balet, opera, read greek and latin texts other cultures emerged from their respective biospirit storehouse had not yet thought of, used or even conceived of the wheel, had no written language, communicated in eubonic grunts and hand gestures, their music and dance consisting almost the same as it does today in sexualized twerking body movements, the profanity and guttural grunts of their rap and hip hop, a music lacking melody, lacking polyphonic harmony, composed chimpanzee orangutan style by banging on a computer keypad with no knowledge of musical composition, an illiterate art form that perfectly reflects their biospirit as does ours. 

        There was a time within recent memory when the European majority who were the biospiritual force of what is American United States, not America as an idea, but America as an actual people living in a place.  Who at their center, in core identity knew themselves in an unbroken lineage that went back to European Spanish Conquistadores, to the Plymouth rock and the teachings of Cotton Mather through to the Latter rain revival of the early 1800’s, through to the apostles, through to the culture of Europe and heroic Europeans who believed that they were the embodiment of a literal Jakob-Israel who came to this country from courage and faith. Who came not only to this country, but went to Canada, Australia, Africa, north and South America, with the same biospirit with the same idea, with the same confidence of viewpoint of the world, with the same conviction and certainty that was their experience. And those same people came here, just as they came earlier across the caucus mountains into Europe as the true nation of Jakob-Israel, today my people are confused to this purpose.  My people are confounded regarding their purpose.  They are filled with doubt, antiwhite, self-hatred, self-loathing in fear. Our ancestral resilient heroic genetic spirit which is the life blood of my people is in active erasure. 

     You could easily say Wotan and our ancestral faith is the materia medica contained in the shimmering, quivering pulsating green chlorophyll aspen leaves, making known to us the genius world teacher wild herb ways. Always internally forgive and bless kinfolk who enter our consciousness. Any person, thing, idea, mental state, feeling that enters the field of mind as awareness must be addressed positively. Connected with this are the meme pathogens that enter into the subconscious mind via so called entertainment, visual theatre of cinema, television and so on. Do  not store up merits and demerits. The keeping score mentality is counterproductive to biospiritual growth and wellbeing. Wellbeing and biospiritual work is salvation kingdom work. Health begins with love. Healing begins with honouring our father and mother, out to kinfolk and all within our biospiritual orbit.To quickly develop biospirit judgements from the holy ghost always keeping awareness of self and others, inside outside the bounded whole as taught in the rose hip sermons. 

     Hospitality within our folk, rejoice -ed, -eth, -ing to make glad-minded, to cheer. Here,  to make merry, enjoy one's self, especially, as connected with feasting. Proper feasting is the duty of celebratory rejoicing. Feasting is done primarily with the biospirit thus the breath. We breath the same wind as the tiny aspen with macha late green bark and round shaking ovate leaves on flattened petioles. In Imperative (as here) as a word of salutation or greeting, joy to thee, joy to you, that is to say, hail. We should always greet the miraculous aspen placed before as beginningingless time. Latin salve. joy [verb] -ed, -ing to be delighted, like German, gern, to desire, old high German, ger, that is to say eager, to rejoice, be pleased with. joyfully  God SPEED  to joy, rejoice, be glad. Infinitive, to wish joy, bid, hail! salute, like English to send greeting. So put your arms around the white tree aspen bark and offer the aspen carresses and kissses, the Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine. Scrunch your body against the green skin of tremuloides.

      Comparing mind and heart, the mind and heart of, small Wild Herb Ways to the mind of all-father, provider of everything greatist Wild Herb Ways. I had, have fallen. Not the first and probably not the last, being what it is a life. In the recent oppressioning, instead of rejoicing I was sarcastically complaining. Instead of rejoice always and give thanks, I had perfected the fine art of procrastination whining. I had become the habitual defeatist, always looking for an excuse not to become. I could find the most compelling reasons and explantation on why on could not be who I am. Finding reasons not to be, searching for reasons not to bear fruit in violation of the teachings of ancestral faith under natural law. Instead of building the materia medica, I was wasting the fundamental opportunity. The fundamental opportunity is aspen bark tree medicine. The fundamental opportunity is doing the work, being the example of greenest viriditas grace. The aspen spruce, fir conifer  provider. It began with poleo mentha roots along the Mimbres and mixed in with the roots I brought home, hidden in the tangle was a hidden mimulus monkey flower root that sprouted and bloomed at my window, inner truth tower, looking place both inside looking window and outward window seeing, seeing and being seen is the word. To place light on a lampstand not hidden under a bushel basket like the highest of high meadows with tender green yarrow flowers and orange flames of casstilleja.

      I had let myself go by neglecting the word that is our creation beauty world way. The word is the word of yes. The word of promise and unfoldment according to the abundance of positive blessing. The word is yes, so be it. I take a yes journey, a yes ok road trip in the perfect all-Father. The word in the book of life. Aralia racemosa and wild Lepidota nutriosa licorice root in vodka cordial. 

     Anyway something clicked and a self correcting homeostasis switch, clicked and turned on. Homeostasis happens, like thunder and rain in the afternoon. Fundamental faith happened because I got right with the word and got out of the way. Minimized the small me and maximized the big thee. I got right with the world outside, the word of plant, person, place. With me being the biggest person. I got specific. Did I turn on the materia medica switch? Umm, not sure and don’t care? I and we will have to wait a while to figure out what happened. 

     In the meantime praise, give thanks, keep moving positive, going into the word of every day. Was it turned on for me, by me, by Jesus speaking, chewing on heroic, pointed leaf, trembling aspen bark? Always turning to God aspen leaves, bitter bark, by butterflies and hummingbirds, praying at chipmunk altars directly in my ear under an aspen tree? Hearing wolf howls and lion squeaks. Following wild turkey trails through the tangled forest. I was soaking my feet shirtless near a pool in Campbell blue wash and a cinnamon black bear cub came down to drink next to me with poleo and scouleri st john’s wort, was it the bear? Was it the poleo? Maybe pedicularis or sweet root or rubbing my body in olive oil and chuchupate root? Yeah I’m really not sure and frankly don’t need to be sure because I am sure in the ancestral faith. I am certain in Wotan, in the four directions of the four seasons. I’ve given up being sure about reasons except for one, all good and beautiful things come through honest work. The divine indwelling spark is the vital process put in place through beginningless time became us. I’ve given up giving up.  Expect nothing experience everything. Somehow I got back on my way, as long as breath remaineth in me, and in my nostrils, feet came down like a bobcat chasing a pine chipmunk squirrel falling from a tree branch, and I landed by the grace of spirit, on my feet, upright, through the genius world teacher indwelling spirit that is self righting homeostasis. My lips shall not speak iniquity, neither shall my tongue contrive lying.

     Yes it is by grace. I’m not sure exactly how I got sidetracked except to say I was sidetracked by suffering. We must probably all suffer the struggle of Wotan to gain the runes so our people may live abundantly. We will go  through betrayal. We face sham trials, imprisonment, Death and all of it on that tree to bring back the pearl of great price for our people. Suffering can derail the best train ride and it reduced me to a heap of fear, sorrow and wretchedness, next to nothing. I would have given anything, everything not to be. In the true faith of the world teacher wild herb ways, each person may have to climb the tree, hang there to gain the prize. Side tracked by suffering in a bad way, then side tracked by grace in a good way. I had given into despair. Then I gave into grace, by faith. Rejecting the fables of middle eastern fantasy. 

     Yet it was never a christian of glow in the dark microphones and big screen tv burger king churches, it was always the wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. It was always the wind coming like a sound from the olde time sky thunder Odin Wotan, Freyja Frigg, way up there above the trees as of a mighty wind coming: and it sailed up over the fir, spruce tops, the aspen leaves shaking on their flat petioles, kinetic. 

    There is a strong tendency toward massive flaws in mechanico-therapy, helping hands psycho-therapy and electro-Christianity of all tacobell burger king flavours, walling off the meadows of aspen highest wild herb ways. Once a week temples finding the perfect blame, developing the perfect alibi. A lot of helping professionalism wholistic health is aiding the victim to become a better more perfect wholistic victim, a better new age woo woo victim, a better buddha yoga phamakea christian, latin tridentine mass victim, perfecting the patsy, vote trump biden obama, Bush I, BushII, Reagan, yes we can, joining the moronic song mantra, cheering erasure, wave the flag, make the patsy great again to steal something else not stolen yet. Helping the victim virtue signal checking all the perfect boxes to preclude healing, while simultaneously calling that victimhood state, the all state state healing. You have arrived by not going anywhere or doing anything, death hospice lunatic ward death on the installment plan part words. A lot of helping professionalism and this includes the whole pallet of artistic creative expressionisms, wanna be’s who threw it all away, is making sure the sick become professional sickists, never moving on from being sick. A lot of helping professionalism is investing in the business model of being unwell and staying unwell in a wholistic way. Always with some unattainble guruesque figure belief system with a carrot on a stick, just a little bit further.

Our work as a people is to be a people. Our work as a people is to thrive, to bear fruit, which is the meaning of rejoicing. By using positive verses as our way of prayer we emphasize and magnify our state of group think within biospirit.

       We have entire volumes of premises that define biospirit, such that we must be fully conversant in them all to experience optimal wellbeing. 

     

Quaking Aspen, American Aspen

Populus tremuloides

Poplar-Willow family (Salicaceae)

      Many things have come and gone yet the aspen has remained.  Expect nothing experience everything. Plant list around da’Han 1st week June 2025 after extended drought little snow or precip, first late spring rain w/ thunder lightning hail apx. 2+ inches 5cm rain. Learn the botanical cursive signature in each of these 35 or so botanico genius world teacher wild herb ways, chew on hand fulls of white green translucent aspen bark and call me in the morning. fundamental opportunity is aspen bark tree medicine. The fundamental opportunity is doing the work, being the example of the aspen spruce, fir conifer  provider. 

Praise our Genius World Teacher Wild Herb Ways: