Saturday, December 13, 2025
Solutrean December ancestors Vega, Tuvan, Polaris 36,000CEE
Solutrean December ancestors Vega, Tuvan, Polaris
The biome of Tortuga Island, where cedar trees transform into pine trees. Paul Manski's magical realist novel, The Wild Herb Path.
Long live Vega, long live Tuban, long live Polaris, long live the North Star sky! Long live Eileen, Queen of Pariahan! Great desert queen of red and smooth rock, divine and perfect celestial mother, daughter, and sister. From Eileen's milk-filled, white, perfect teats rising above the fossilized trees of Moenkopi, past the rooster's comb, through the edge of the juniper forest, to the ends of the earth, stories all over the world commemorate Eileen, the Irish-Cuban princess who lives forever in the northern sky. Tuban, Vega, Polaris, Eileen, queen of the bear, married in the desert scrub, amidst fireworks and mead and falling shooting star pollen, the south tributary of the Shoshone River, the bear's ear, the rain-soaked, blue-green Queen of Ocotillo. Long live Vega, long live Tuvan, long live Polaris, long live Queen Irene, long live Howard, long live August, long live Queen Eileen, long live Colon the Conqueror, long live Beva, long live Papa, long live Sheila, long live Carlos, long live Maria, long live Frigg, long live Freya, long live Jesus, long live Wotan! Long live Eileen! Long live all my ancestors crossing the great snow-covered ice road! Long live Mother Europa! Long live everything! Long live everyone! Long live everywhere!
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There is astonishing evidence supporting the so-called "Solutre Hypothesis," the Solutre of Abundance. Humanity came from Europe, not Africa. Everything good and beautiful in life comes from our ancestors. Regardless of your beliefs, Earth first! People first! I love our ancestors who came to Turtle Island (North America) many times. I thank all of you who came to Turtle Island! This is the reality of us, our people, our tribe, and our sacred family. The 16,500-year-old footprints beneath the white sand are the footprints of our ancestors who came from Europe. There are footprints of our ancestors in the mud beneath the white sands of New Mexico. Our Neanderthal DNA is the life force of wild herbs. Maria Eileen, Vega, Tuvan, and Polaris, who married a bear in our stories .
You must learn and practice every word I have given you. Our people are discovering their true selves within the experiential community known as the "Wild Herb Path," within the teachings of the rose, the wild rose scriptures, the palm scriptures, and the motherwort scriptures. We teach you how to pray and how to live with plants, and we have provided all of this freely for 16,500 years, since the polar reversal. Now, only a few seasonal changes remain before I return to the sky with the North Star. Become a part of this well-being community now.
We celebrate the day of honoring the Great Mother of Light, the Moist Mother, the Makosh Mother, Polaris, who married the Bear and lives and breathes in the northern sky. We lift our right hand to you, Heavenly Mother of God.
Freya, Mother Earth and Mother of All, is identical with Mary, Jesus, and Avotan, who hung on the tree. Our faith is a dual faith. It is not a faith based on books. Our faith is blood, bone, earth, and heaven. What you call contradiction in the book, we call the ultimate connection, the ultimate certainty. Yes, we worship the book from the sacred tree. The words in the book mean to us, "Be stronger, last longer, never give up." You cannot interpret our book. We are the book. Fuck you, Middle Eastern book tribes.
My ancestors are said to be indigenous people from the forested mountains, the first humans, with ancestral ancestry dating back to the Paleolithic era, with significant Neanderthal DNA in their ancestral genes. Like the Basques, my Germanic ancestry carries up to 5% Neanderthal DNA. Science now reveals that all humans originated in Europe, a truth revealed by my human genome research, and one that demonstrates that our well-being must be our top priority.
Our ancestors trace their sacred lineage back to Rome and have long been Roman Catholics. My wife, Eileen, and I were married in Yellowstone and pledged our union on the sacred Medicine Wheel in the Bighorn Mountains. We were united on the southern bank of the Shoshone River. My wife's family also has ancestry dating back to the Reconquest of Santa Fe. My wife's grandparents, Bebe and Papa, share the surname Colón Martinez and are direct descendants of Cristóbal Colón, or Christopher Columbus. Colón came from the island of Cuba. He was one of the countless migrants who have continuously crossed the North American continent from both east and west for the past 36,000 years. Many of us have ancestral memories of these countless journeys. My wife's maternal surname is Waters, which originates from Roman-Celtic Ireland. For these 36,000 years, we have worshipped the Bear, Vega, the North Star, Tuvan, and Ursa, the North Star, which remains with us today. Our mother was married to this bear multiple times, in a single, celestial marriage alongside Freya, Maria, Athena, and Eostre. We are also connected to the Greek Heracles, who, according to Tacitus, visited Germania with Odysseus. “Like many other peoples, the Germans are said to have been visited by Heracles, and before going into battle, they sing of him, praising him as the greatest of all heroes. It is also said that Ulysses, during his legendary wanderings, reached the North Sea, visited Germanic lands, and founded and named a city on the Rhine, Asburgium, which remains inhabited to this day. It is even said that an altar dedicated by Ulysses and bearing the name of his father, Laertes, was discovered in this very place long ago, and that tombs bearing Greek inscriptions still stand on the border between Germania and Rhetia. I do not intend to agree or disagree with these claims. Accept or reject them as you see fit.” - Publius Cornelius Tacitus, Germania, c. 90 AD
She brought rain. We will explore Sonora or Chihuahua, islands of mountains and sky, 36,500 years of Shakti, the Ocotillo era. We will be one again, for we are a people trained for this experience without guilt. Let them build their empire. Now, your whole life becomes this dance. Our whole life becomes our song. This Turtle Island community, this community of herbal pioneers. Nothing has changed. Everything has. I will be with you forever. For 36,500 years, it has been right here, right now. Long live Odin! Long live Frigg! Long live us! Sit with our mountains and plants, and believe in the love of our greatest...
Sometimes, through the Wild Herb Ways, the perfect genius, I ask the question, "What?", about the life spirit of our people. It's a silent question, but it's the greatest "yes." I answer: We are a union of blood and blood, bone and bone, sinew and stone, bearing the perfect mantra, and coming directly from the sacred land and the destiny of saints. We sit with plants. That's our practice. We sit with plants, rocks and stones, building community. We sell everything to gather resources. We embrace the pregnant, we embrace the homeless. This is how temperance builds a peaceful pilgrimage community of 16,500 people. The Wild Herb Way's botanical research is community-centered and grounded in the five principles of Wild Herb Way vitality: Love, Clarity, Dharma, Beauty, and Truth. This research is conducted through teaching and learning, and is actively practiced on Claw Island in southwestern North America. We know that Jesus lived, walked, and taught on this North American island, that his mother was Mary, the Mother of All, and that he was married to the Great Bear. "God created us, so let us maintain balance. Everything that helps us grow is love, so let us live with love. Let us focus on five ways to renew ourselves: love, clarity, law, beauty, and truth." https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2021/02/mary-of-remedios-and-plants.html
Plantain is described as a component of the 10th-century Anglo-Saxon plant spell, Nigon Wyrta Galdor, which refers to the "nine herb spell" and is a panacea plant that provides "bread of the way," or daily bread for one's steps.
But he was very kind .
east[a]n op[e]ne inn[a]n mihtigu
ofer ðy cræte curran ofer ðy konene reodan
"Fer ðy break bryodedon ofer ðy feeras fnærdon."
“ And you, Wavered, Mother of Plants!”
You are open to the east, but tough on the inside.
A cart creaked as it passed over you, and women rode past you.
The priests cried, "Up you!" and the bulls snorted, "Up you!"
"And you, Wegbrade, Mother of Grass, you who open wide to the east— in the great you, above you the chariots creaked, the women rode, the brides shouted, the oxen snorted."
Just as you have endured and pushed through everything , you will also be able to stand up to venom and attacks.
This is a new prayer practice, handed down from Neanderthal times, revived in honor of Stella Maris, the woman with twelve stars who circle the sky in an elliptical pattern, following the twelve constellations. The Neanderthal Mary is inextricably linked to our special story of salvation. Her place was prophesied from the beginning. For 36,000 years, we have worshipped the bear, Vega, Thuban, and now again Polaris, the polar star, and, as always, Ursa the bear. The teachings of the plant god for our well-being have always remained unchanged: a rosy new day, the coming spring of Aries. Our mother has constantly engaged in a heavenly marriage with this bear. Freya, Maria, Athena, Eostre, grant us a new heaven and a new earth, a blessed land, a burning yet unquenchable bush. There is life above, below, before, and behind us.
I will put enmity between you and the woman, between your offspring and her offspring; she will crush your head, and you will aim for her heel. Gary Snyder, in his books Real Work and Turtle Island, teaches that our Neanderthal faith began in the practical act of hunting: waiting in expectant silence for the prey to pass by, and waiting in shelter for it to drink from the sacred spring. Our faith continues today in the very silence of expectation we cultivate. Instead of killing the bear she hunted, Maria fell in love with it and married it. Maria, the mother of the moist earth, learned all healing methods from the wisdom of wild herbs. Our men married Maria, the mother of the moist earth, and our women married Wotan, the father of all. That is why we have the image of a man and a woman embracing and rolling together in the great bear. I have traveled easily to other planets, including the stars. Divine energy is more than just natural laws. Infinite, without beginning or end, pervading all, omnipotent, omniscient, transcending the powers of time and space, visible and visible. We ascend and descend the ladders to heaven, passing through snow-capped mountains icy and frozen. These plants, like medicines, were sent down from the glaciers by Maria in the ancient Neanderthal era. The source of our life is this divine energy. When we consume the green blood of plants, food becomes medicine, and medicine becomes food. We absorb this blood into our bodies, the moist, moist soil, which contains the green blood of plants and the essence of life that exists in the bright world of the earth. Like flour pierogi fried in salted butter, filled with potatoes and sauerkraut. From the wombs of all mothers, our people were born through mothers. We were nourished by the placenta of Yggdrasil. Therefore, we honor the mothers and fathers of the trees of the forest a little more than we honor our own fathers. Maria embraced us and gave us rebirth in the bright world, on earth.
The bear represents Makosh, or Mother Bucket, a part of the power of Ursa Major. The symbol of the palace is the Cornucopia, or Golden Bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Sovereign, Mother of Makosh, Mother of springs, marshes, and streams, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave us a bright and clear destiny, and do not allow the threads of darkness to entangle us. May your mercy never fail us and be with all our kindred! We sing of your great glory everywhere, now and forevermore! So be it, as you are now and ever will be!
Sovereign, Mother of Makosh, Mother of Heaven, Mother of the Moist, Mother of God, you dwell with the bear in the northern sky! Grant us the strength to create good fortune without sorrow or tears! Grant health to all of us, your children, whether we grow up or become young! So it will be, so it will be, so it will be!
We celebrate the day of honoring the Great Mother of Light, the Moist Mother, the Makosh Mother, Polaris, who married the Bear and lives and breathes in the northern sky. We lift our right hand to you, Heavenly Mother of God.
Through ceaseless striving, receiving, and struggle for our people, prepare to receive and receive the wisdom of the Runes, made real, tangible, and substantial by the great Odin, the father of all gods. Reject the absurd tale of Middle Eastern dualism that betrays us. Accept and accept the free choice of one-eyed perspectives solely for the well-being of our people. Accept and accept, and cultivate your own biological spirit. Have nothing to do with their tiny hats, which sit on the back of your head and cannot even cover your ears. Break free from the three foolish, three dominant Middle Eastern faiths. Condemn all who touch their stone walls as traitors. Forever reject the endless, mechanized wars that slaughter innocents and are devoid of heroic values, driven solely by profit. You are, above all, pilgrims of peace! A people seeking well-being, abandoning the selfish individualism of occupation. Prepare to embrace a bright and clear way of thinking. Do not impose your opinions on the mentally unstable, who seek superiority in the foolish and absurd Middle Eastern fantasy of endless economic growth.
All morality is a subset of the spirit of life. All of it. Those who are entangled in words blaspheme Wotan, the Father of all things. Do you think Middle Eastern books can save you?
The Great Mother Goddess came to Spain in 40 AD, seated on a pillar. We are all Turtle Island. Farewell, friends of Turtle Island. Turtle Island faces four clockwise directions. (Clockwise) To the northeast, the right foot is Greenland; to the southeast, the right foot is Florida and the eastern Caribbean; to the southwest, the left foot is the western Gulf of California and Baja California; and to the northwest, the left foot is the Aleutian Islands and Alaska.
Nuestra Senora de Pilar. She is connected to the North Star, Freya, Europa, and Athena. The key is for us all to unite and spread the teaching of "Do no harm." The fact that you are reading this means only one thing: the gods and goddesses have guided you and united us. Whatever it takes to get here, do it! Do it now! Do it forever. This is community. This is where the spirituality of life reaches. This is the love of a peaceful pilgrim.
The lifeblood of the ecoregion. People come first!, the ancient Votan Odin. The southwestern tip of Tortuga Island. Ocotillo, an ecoregion that stretches from cedar to pine.
Pilgrims of Peace, I write to you from Tortuga Island as a nonviolent pilgrim of peace. There is no glory in mechanized war. Our only victory lies in the heroic vitality of the Wild Steppe Road, achieved by ourselves alone. Please join me. Pray for peace. With William Blake, I fervently pray that, deep within this perfect Wild Steppe Road, through our faith and experience, this road will become who we are, who we must be, and who we always have been. All my words and actions are guided by one principle: peace and love. Our people unite to make this world a better, more loving place. Awaken to the moral obligation of existence, the moral obligation for the well-being of our people, protect one another, and experience it as pilgrims of peace and love. Long live Wotan! Long live Frigg! With the help of our ancestors' faith, the power of the penetrating wind and trees, the mediation of Freya, the Mother Goddess of the White Birch and Goddess of Healing, and those who constantly watch over the well-being of our people, every choice here becomes simple and leads to a love for our people.
From a theoretical and scientific perspective, Marya Makosh, the Mother of the Bright World and the moist earth, is the green force that lies dormant in winter and awakens through plant medicine. Therefore, we pray to her, for she is the green that truly defeats the demons, addictions, viruses, and satanic forces that bind us to countless illnesses. We invoke her name as a plant medicine to defeat the enemies of hell and overcome illness. She is the mother of all our ancestors and the sacred flame that burns within our people, helping us maintain our connection to sacred land, sacred sexuality, and our long-dead ancestors. She possesses the power to subdue demons that manifest as bondage, enslavement, addiction, and disease. Marya can subdue demons that harm us through physical illness. Marya and her plant medicine command the angels to guard and protect us.
Maria, the Queen of Angels, maximizes healing effects by inducing healing movements through complementary movements of the immune system.
"She can use her power, that is, her power over her son, to take whatever she wants, even with sweet violence." Miracles of the Virgin Mary, -1135, William of Malmesbury
Our Lady of Yerbas and Plant Healing, and San Pedro, pray for us. On this full moon night, I come to your garden with faith in the plants and herbs you have given us and promised. These plants I gather are for everyone. To walk in love and balance, without harm, to continue following your infinite and endless path of healing, even if rejected and erased, and to continue despite the silence and rejection imposed by those in power, the dominant culture, and the anti-life spiritual system.
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Here and now, and forevermore, in this wild herbal remedy, through the great genius of the world who dwells among us, our choices are endless. The only meaningful question is this: "Does this contribute to the happiness of our people? Does it benefit us?" If so, then yes, it is permissible and moral. If not, if it does not promote the happiness of our people, then I reject it as a course of action, as a belief system. And I accept it calmly, peacefully, and completely, because my only duty, my only morality, is centered on this question: "Does this primarily contribute to the happiness of our people in the public space, the only space where we can live?" The question is simple: "Yes or no? Does it contribute to our happiness?"
So what were the feet of ancient people like?
Take a walk through the green mountains of Turtle Island:
And he was Odin, the sacred ram of all fathers.
Grasses are growing in the aspen meadows!
And did God's grace
shine upon the master of wild herbs?
And did our people come first? Was the land first? Was it the people who built it?
During the A/C AI Mills mandatory process?
https://youtu.be/dp0tFBRWzFk?si=UVOjvXgSQnKzGdXn
Thank you for allowing me to stay on this earth for another day during Mercury retrograde. Freya, Goddess of the Black Sun, grant me the strength to be the light. Our well-being is non-negotiable... On this new moon day in Aries, during Mercury retrograde, under the Black Sun, I pray for the restoration of the golden sun and our well-being, unceasing blessings, and for all to return to righteousness. Well-being is non-negotiable. We pray... Genius, brother teacher of the world, the path of wild herbs, the western sky of Aries, a new day of rosy-pink resurrection... The winged ram carrying the solar wheel flies, Athena, blue-gray-eyed, sent by Nephele. Well-being is non-negotiable. Skin like porcelain... Phryxus and Helle, sitting side by side in the passenger seat of Aries. Green and sweet land, good days are coming. The ram's woolly journey. Jason's fleece. Crossing the Caucasus Mountains, the word of well-being is complete. Our well-being is non-negotiable. Shine, wake up, Robin, sing for me... Soft buds beneath the primrose, violets, nettles, dandelion leaves, the greenery all around, from all this I draw strength. Around the pine trees, ancient chords are seen. Yellow romantiums, verbena, fragrant thorny seeds. Forests, cedars, junipers, mistletoe, winds blowing from all sides, our people prosper and grow. Peace is non-negotiable. Sunna's chariot sways low in the sky. Elms and oaks rise, calling forth the toffee bush, the first flowers of spring. Upright stones are monuments to heroic deeds. Peace is non-negotiable. There is light before us, above us, below us, and within us. The light below, above us, ahead, the wheel of the sun illuminates us. Worship of our ancestors, buried deep in the past, the forest fairies we see, we worship them. Monarda, western yarrow, verbena, echinacea.
All instructions are for testing small pollen seeds and filling your time.
In the land of roots, the trunk grows beneath the ground. Give life to the branches, and bless us all. Sacred land, sacred love, build a home for our future. The barks of coyotes, opossums, and red hawks set the mood. The plains, our home, are all green. We gather herbs. We celebrate the morning, and we rage against the growing darkness. Shine, little star, what are you, high above the world, like a diamond in the sky? Shine, little star. Thank you for leading us this far. The light returns, the bears awaken. Where but here? Who but you? Who but me? When but now? Sacred land, sacred love returns. The golden flame of the Sun of Truth burns. All green, may all be well. Neolithic, Neanderthal, Mother of all. Springs, streams, swamps, forests, and Our Lady of the Forests. The caves of the forest, the grottoes here, the path of the fourfold blessing, sexual intercourse on sacred ground, the path of perfect holiness. Happiness is non-negotiable. Mother spring, stream, swamp, cliff, forest clearing, and forest. The slippery elm shakes its leaves, blessed with perfect goodness. The day lengthens, releasing the night. Life on the axis of the world, a heavenly marriage, our people grow green again. Bless our bread.
Their family lives in a forest bathed in golden sunlight and surrounded by greenery on all sides.
Freya, Goddess of the Black Sun, thank you for saving me for another day. Grant me the strength to be a light for my people. Our well-being is irreplaceable… On this new moon in Aries, with Mercury retrograde and the Black Sun in Aries, we pray for the restoration of the Golden Sun and the well-being of our people. Our well-being is irreplaceable.
We wish you this sun of blessing.
Excerpt from Ancestor Crisis:
https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/12/ancestral-crisis.html
Ancestral Crisis:
The Five Principles and the Five Ways of Turtle Island were revealed to us by the Creator, the sacred land, and the sacred city itself. They are love, moderation, law, beauty, and truth. These principles and ways are understood as a cycle of teaching and learning, learning and teaching, and they operate on Turtle Island, located in the southwest of the Turtle Kingdom. Odin, Wotan, and Jesus all climbed trees and sang, and walking on water is like crossing the sea. The Five Principles represent the Neanderthal's new Europe: a life fully present, fully living in the present moment, and fully loving. The Five Ways show us how to unite all we have, live together, and share everything. They strengthen our hands for work. We worship our Father and Mother. We worship the stone, the mountain, the sacred, and the aspen forest. Our Church is on the earth. I will teach you the way of plants, the way of whispering, the way of crawling on the earth, the way of loving one another and becoming a people of people, a people that brings peace, love, and victory.
What is Turtle Island and where is it located? Answer: Turtle Island stretches clockwise in four directions. To the northeast (front right) is Greenland, to the southeast (front right) is Florida (the eastern Caribbean Sea), to the southwest (front left) is the Gulf of California (west) and Baja California, and to the northwest (front left) is the Aleutian Islands and Alaska. Our Turtle Island is now orderly, but the beautifully adorned Midgard (Earth first!) remained devoid of humans. From two trees growing on the shores of Aurvangaland, Askr and Embla, Odin, Hönir, and Rodur created the first humans. Odin, Vili, and Ve, sons of Bor, were initially the sole Æsir gods. Odin gave us breath, Vili gave us intelligence, and Ve (Rodur) gave us body heat and color, and they were united by their life-giving spirit. From these two trees, Askr and Embla, "we" were born. Improvisation: Prayer:
R. All mothers, Freya, goddess of the birch, strengthen our hands.
V. Wotan,
strengthen us and give us hammers for work.
Wotan, strengthen us! Father of heaven and earth, we are one people here. We honor and worship you alone. Strengthen our hands for work.
We, sons and daughters of the white European race, savior of the world, strengthen our hands for work.
Power of fire and heat, strengthen our hands for work.
All mothers, Freya, goddess of the birch, blue-eyed woman, bring white children to our women. Holy woman, pray for us.
Mother of white children, hear our prayer.
Grieving mother,
grant us strength as a people. Sighing mother, grant us peace, love, and victory as a people. Suffering
mother, grant us peace, love, and victory as a people.
Abandoned Mother, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation. Desolate Mother, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation.
Most sorrowful Mother, grant us peace, love, and
victory as a nation. Mother in agony, Mother in sorrow, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation
. Mother pierced by a sword, Mother with a cross nailed to your heart, Mother, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation
. Sighing Dove, who has lost her Son,
grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation. Mother of sorrow, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation.
Fountain of tears, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation.
Bitter Sea, grant us peace, love, and victory as a nation.
Multitudes of suffering, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation
. Mirror of patience, grant us peace and love, and
victory as a nation. Unchanging rock, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation
. Healer of chaos, grant us peace and love, and
victory as a nation. Joy of the suffering, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation
. Ark of the desolate, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation. Refuge of the abandoned, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation. Shield and conqueror of the oppressed
, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation. Mother of the unbelievers
, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation. Comforter of the poor, grant us peace and love, and victory as a nation. Medicine for the sick,
grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Strength of the weak, grant us peace, love, and national victory. Protector of the fighting, grant us peace, love, and national victory. Refuge of the shipwrecked,
grant us peace, love, and national victory. Calmer of the storms, grant us peace, love, and national victory. Companion of the sorrowful, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Refuge of the mourners, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Terror of the traitorous, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Standard-bearer of the white martyrs, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Treasure of the faithful white children, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Light of the confessors, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Pearl of the mighty white mothers-to-be, grant us peace, love, and victory as a people.
Comforter of white widows, grant us peace, love, and victory as a people. Joy of all white saints, grant us peace, love, and victory as a people.
Freya, goddess of the white birch, goddess of home and hearth, you who wed Ursa Major and dwell eternally as Polaris in the great white North Pole, grant us peace, love, and victory.
Freya and Frigg, mothers of all, you who are our flesh and blood and our bones, you alone are incomparable.
Freya, mother of the white birch, pray for us.
Make us worthy of the promises we made to our families and to our people. Long live Freya! Long live Wotan!
Let us pray.
Dumplings are perfectly fried in butter. Golumqi and dumplings are the ultimate superfoods, and I understand Golumqi dumplings as a profound ecosystem, a wild herb, a path to peace, and a pilgrimage to Turtle Island for us. We all understand Turtle Island as a farm, a place that fits perfectly, like an axe handle, like a Golumqi dumpling, as Sierra Nevada poet Gary Snyder called it, "the home of ecology." Richard Wagner called his operas "gesamtkunstwerk"—perfect dumplings, perfect golumpki. Whether dumplings, gesamtkunstwerk, or golumpki, we possess a self-contained whole that doesn't invoke a Big Bang-like origin theory. Things exist, and we don't assume a singular existence. Vareniki are fried dumplings, crispy on the outside and golden on the inside. But when you bite into a dumpling filled with tender potatoes, sauerkraut, and farm cheese, topped with caviar and horseradish, you experience every flavor: sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and spicy. The term "dvojevriye" (meaning "formlessness") was originally used in the Russian Orthodox, or "Christian," faith to criticize the formlessness within form, criticizing the discrepancy between what Russian Slavs were supposed to believe and what they actually believed.
In our culture, our individual biological clocks tick, making the present moment both more precious and more unreliable for men and women of all ages, ultimately erasing it. The history of our people, a constant struggle with a keen awareness of their fleeting and fleeting existence, is the history of selfie culture. Some, through terminal illness, suddenly realize that their time is inherently limited by the unchanging script of fate. Death, like the Gestapo and the police state, knocks and screams at us in various forms. Life is an incurable disease, the consequences of which are well known and heartbreakingly documented, yet difficult to perceive or understand. From the two-year-old screaming "No, no, no," to the teenager who thinks exposing one's genitals is a revolutionary concept, to the baby boomer waiting for the next amazing medical procedure, this ridiculous "me, me, mine" nonsense is what we all have to fight against. This mess is like scooping up a ton of water with a spoon. Cultures and folklore are not part-time jobs; they exist within the multiverse. "Lions, tigers, bears, oh my God!" should be the prayer of our deepest faith. We cannot live in packs. We are white, we are wild, and life without lions, bears, and wolves is the erasure of our existence. We are the hidden creatures of the wild forest. Freedom is not a constitution; it is a biosphere.When Heaven is about to entrust humans with a weighty responsibility, it first tests the body's mind, exhausting its will, muscles, and bones. It then stimulates, strengthens, and compensates for its deficiencies. Mencius. We must find a way to overcome difficulties. Then we will experience a brighter world, called the Wild Grass Path. The power to move the body comes from the core. The hips move the shoulders, the hands connect with the feet, and the elbows connect with the knees. The sun and the moon are outside us yet within us, yet the sun shines brightly and the moon retreats coolly, yet like the dark fluid of the kidneys, they nourish us. We all must purify and develop ourselves daily, and both young and old must participate in this process. Sarcasm, ridicule, jealousy, and suspicion lead to negative consequences. If you try to climb on someone else's back, be prepared to fall. It is best to find a low-lying area with flowing water and prepare quietly. Water is gentle, but when it gathers, it exerts a powerful force that can pierce the solid rock of a mountain and create deep canyons. Loud noises will only amplify your energies and cause you to fall. First, the truth of a bountiful spring, with its beautiful bird songs, begins in autumn, when leaves fall, when the earth's energy descends and we gather herbs. The mystery of nature, allowing wild herbs to exist as they are, to reveal themselves, multiply, and rejuvenate, is said to be part of the original order, freely given as a path to understanding.
Four weeks before Christmas, remember that in the cold, dark earth lies something that transforms us into the green, Valkyrie Veriditas, born of all mothers, Freya and Frigg. We will be together at Christmas, children of light, not only in our hearts, but also in the plants and roots of the snow-covered earth, as we gaze upon the stars shining in the sky above the bakery. This duality of faith is how we support one another as best we can. We don't need to explain everything, even if we can. Our home is a home of healing. Built with cinnamon root, cherry peel, honey, dumplings, sauerkraut, black rye bread, and butter, warmed by the fire and filled with songs of beer and wine, the bakery is a house of abundance, a storehouse of grain, salted cheese, apples and dried walnuts, acorns, pine nuts, potatoes, carrots, acorn-fed pork, sauerkraut, and sausage. Our essential home of bread, the star that illuminates the grain of loss and gain, the grain of abundance. We verse the story of Imbolc's origins, and it blossoms within us. Looking up at the night sky, the sky spinning like a cartwheel, bearing all our hopes and longings, our deepest loneliness and sorrow, we gaze upon the muddy road, gazing at the twinkling stars, and the great bear clock that revolves around the North Star. At the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, we meet the messengers of our ancestors:
Wotan, Odin, the pole of the Yggdrasil tree, the North Star, extending from the northern sky to your core, passing through your navel and spine. This should be your inhalation and exhalation prayer pattern. The seven days, arranged in a meaningful sequence, easily lead you into the narrative of access. The key is to cast away the bad by acknowledging the good. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are crucial points for complete transformation. Note these words: sun, then moon. The moon grows larger a week before the full moon, and shrinks again to a crescent shape on Christmas. Freya leads the Valkyries in the battle of healing. Through her experience, she liberates the souls of the living from the bonds of disease and carries the dead into battle. Freya first heads to her hall, a hall of honor resembling Wotan's Valhalla. She wears a necklace of sparkling stars and a magical healing staff, both acquired from her personal journey with Yggdrasil, the ancestral tree, and which call us to action. She is the goddess of grass, healing her closest relatives, and this is her true calling in life. She is Mother Earth. Respect her completely. The windmill symbolizes the healing power of Sunna and Freya. The staff reminds us of Yggdrasil, the living tree of relationships that protects our well-being. It also evokes the history of peoples who have worked tirelessly, making medicine and gardening, starting with Wotan, her husband and father of all gods, who hung from the tree for nine days to gain knowledge of the runes. Odin, or Wotan, is also part of that tree. Freya teaches us the runes and the symbols and patterns contained in the rotating sun wheel for the well-being of our people in the garden, in the reindeer pen, in the vast meadows, in the windflower garden. In the north, this wheel is visualized as a spinning bear, the North Star, and more. The Poetic Edda's
"Havamal" song contains the line, "Speak to Hara" (Har: high = Odin, Wotan, or Odin). Verses 138 and 139 contain the following:
"I know that for nine nights I was hung on a windswept tree, impaled on a spear, dedicated to Odin. I hung alone on a tree whose roots no one knew where. They gave me neither bread nor a cup. I looked down and picked up the runes. I screamed and picked them up, and then I fell." The Big Dipper, the Bear, hung low and staggering in sleep just above Kettle Ridge last night. Always high in the sky, the Big Dipper now lingered, hidden in the northern sky. The stars seemed as old and motionless as a storm. Meteors, which had streaked across the sky in giant leaps, stood motionless, as if waiting for something beyond my imagination. I began to wonder about the deciduous conifers. Where were the larches? Had the sagebrush shed its leaves? What kind? Now it was clear. Among the mountain's dark-green firs and spruces, the larches stood a vivid yellow. At night, they appeared like pale white clouds against the dark northern slopes.
Irminsul is the name of the cosmic pillar that supports all things. Irminsul is believed to have been another name for the Saxon sky god Tyr. The rune "Tiwaz" (T), associated with Tyr, represents an upward-pointing arrow, symbolizing Irminsul, the North Star or guiding star and the pinnacle of the world axis. The Roman historian Tacitus recorded that Mars' name was Hermin. He also wrote: In some parts of Germany, Wotan was identified with the Saxon god Irmyn, who rode across the sky in a heavy chariot made of copper along the path we call the Milky Way. The ancient Germanic peoples called this path Irmyn's Way. This chariot, which sometimes made a roar so loud it could be heard by human ears like thunder, never left the sky and can still be seen in the constellation Ursa Major, which in the north is also called the Wizard of Wotan. The North Star was considered the summit of a sacred pillar, and the sky was believed to revolve around this star. It is commonly believed that the great sacred Irmyn-sul was made of ash, a straight line that keeps the forces of the universe in polarity. Goddess, Mother Makosh, Mother of springs, marshes, brooks and fountains, Mother of the sky, Mother of our people and of all that exists! Weave us a bright and clear destiny. Let there be no thread of darkness. May your mercy not fade away but be with all our native people! We sing your great glory from circle to circle, from now until eternity! So it shall be, and you are, and you will be! Do not go against the destiny woven for you by Makosh, the Mother of God, and the voice of your heart and conscience. If you do, you will lose all your paths in life and be called a lost wanderer.
Botanism is the rune representing the power of Wotan, the father of all gods, and is expressed by relatives. Otala symbolizes personal love for one's people and nation.
We must become a total work of art (gesamtkunstwerkin) within the context of the Wild Herb Path, within the context of our pharmacology, as world teachers and pilgrims of peace.
Goddess who lives and roams with the bear in the northern sky, Mother Makosh, Mother of Heaven, Mother of Moisture! Grant us the strength to create a destiny free from sorrow and tears! Grant health to all of us, your children, adults and children alike! So it shall be, so it shall be, so it shall be!
We celebrate the day of Mother Makosh, the Great Mother of Light, Mother of Moisture, who married the Bear and lives and breathes in the northern sky, the North Star. Mother of Moisture, we lift our right hand to you and bow down to you.
Maria marries a bear
Remedios and Maria of the Plants
We honor our ancestors according to the laws of nature, and embrace what it means to be ourselves in these days free from the obsession with occupation, the sacred land, the sacred castle, the sacred land of bone and blood, the moist earth of the earth, and the export of military equipment for profit. Turn your eyes away from the mad fiction of the final occupation and enslavement, and look with one eye at the whole world, the life of nature, unfolding before your eyes. See and recognize patterns, and understand the meaning of the runes. Remember the Havamal of Odin and Wotan, and Frigg and Freyja. Receive the ability to rejoice in each day's existence for the well-being of the Earth! People first! Method. Receive and utilize the ability to understand the joy of everyday life. Receive and utilize the ability to integrate the teachings of pattern recognition into a unified whole within your people. Give yourself the gift of a heightened sense of pattern recognition, so that you can understand all issues clearly. Love for your people will always guide you on the right path, regardless of public opinion. Always listen to the voices of the gods, goddesses, and ancestors, and cherish their memory. The ability to realize the will of the gods through the laws of nature, sacred land, sacred sexuality, and communion with the gods allows us to recognize our inner patterns and harmonize all actions with our parents, tribe, and people. "Earth First! Folk Faith!" instills in us a love for a specific nature: the moist land of Maria Makosh, the Mother of the Bright World and the moist earth. Circle the Algiz runes, stretch your arms toward the North Star (Polar Star), and become part of the power of Makosh, or Mother Bucket, the Great Bear. The symbol of the palace is the Cornucopia, or Golden Bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother Makosh, Mother of springs, marshes, and streams, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave us a bright and transparent destiny with the wisdom of the forest spirits. You grant humanity the ability to remain "pure," clean, and undefiled, no matter what the circumstances. - The bear is the power of Makosh, or the Mother of Buckets, or part of the constellation Ursa Major. The symbol of the palace is the Cornucopia, or Golden Bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother Makosh, moist Mother of springs, marshes, and streams, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave for us a bright and transparent destiny, and let no thread of darkness tangle with us. May your mercy never fail us, but be with all our people! We sing of your great glory everywhere, now and forevermore! So be it, as you are now and evermore!
Ruler, Mother, Heavenly Mother, Mother of Moisture, Mother of God, you dwell and revolve with the bear in the northern sky! Grant us the strength to create happiness, free from sorrow and tears! Grant health to all of us, your children, young and old! So it shall be, so it shall be, so it shall be!
We honor the great Mother of Light, the Moist Mother, Maria Makosh, who married the Bear and dwells in the northern sky, the North Star. O Mother of God in Heaven, we lift up our right hand to you and worship you. In her youth , before being chosen by Wotan and Freyja to bear her wonderful children, Maria Makosh, Mother of the Bright World and Mother of the Moist Earth, was a forest hunter and well-versed in the ecological truths of wild herbal remedies. The animals she hunted are depicted in Neanderthal cave paintings in Europe, where she is understood as Europa, or Athena. The animals she hunted can be found in the twelve constellations of the sky. Gary Snyder, in his books "True Work" and "Turtle Island," teaches that our Neanderthal faith began with the true work of hunting, quietly waiting for prey to pass by, and then waiting in hiding for it to drink from the sacred spring. Thus, our faith was born. Our faith lives on today in the very same quiet hope we nurture. Instead of killing the bear she was hunting, Maria fell in love and married it. Maria, the ancestral goddess of the damp and moist earth, learned all healing methods from the genius of the "Wild Herb Path." Our men also married Maria, the mother of the damp and moist earth, and our women married Wotan, the father of all things. So we have a woman and a man, embracing each other and spinning together as one in the great bear. The only time I begin to write is when I overcome my fears... And so I overcame all my fears. What's so great about that? It's nothing new. Shall we stop? Did you know this is our Turtle Island? This turtle is your land. From the Florida coast to Greenland, this turtle is my land. From the south, through Baja California, to northern Alaska, this turtle is your home, and this turtle is my land. This turtle is your land, and this turtle is mine. As I walked, the Big Dipper turned, and a lone fir tree began to turn green. Your body loves that dream. This Turtle Island, made for you and me. The flat tire on your bike is our flat tire. We fix flat tires, and we do everything together, because we have no private property. We own each other. Stop. We make ourselves complete together. We share everything. Hello? Stop. Did you stop? Stop. Now I've overcome the fear that seemed to shatter my bones. Well, I've overcome all fear because you love me so much. Did you swear to protect us, always and everywhere? I see you reading this. But this isn't mine. God is speaking to you now. Stop. There is God's power within us, within this family of communities, on this pilgrimage of liberation for ecological peace. https://youtu.be/xooAA5_WTOQ?feature=shared
Our vow is to support one another in the beautiful teachings of the wild herbs that blossom in every moment of love. Stop. Don't get drunk. Stop. Don't be distracted. Stop. Don't try to take everything for yourself. Stop. Don't sell it away. Don't surrender everything to our connection of absolute love. Stop. Stop. God has freed us from the pain of fear. At every moment, we listen to the voices of others, to the voices of the plants that teach us the perfect eco-regional way of the wild herbs. I accept the North Star, the Ursa Major, the Spirit of the ancestral winds in the winds and trees, the countless sacred stars that color the sky from horizon to horizon, the faith, hope, and grateful love that flow along the centerline of the Milky Way. I accept you fully as a pilgrim of peace. We have walked a long way together from misery to blessed life. By God's grace, the celestial rotation that turns all things around the North Star moves you around the blessed ridge opened to divine providence. I am home. I love you. I love you. I listen to your story, following the model of "we." Do you have a problem? It's our problem. I have the power to find a solution. Above all, I love to be loved, and I bless to be blessed. I move forward with my partner. I know she is in heavenly harmony. There, we confess the five principles and five paths given by the Creator, and we are one with the whole Father and the moist Mother Earth, who sway and turn in the northern sky. They are love, moderation, law, beauty, eternal truth, and love for all of us on Turtle Island. This land was created for you and me. I sing of Turtle Island. This aspen meadow. May the sunrise be filled with love. Thank you, Jesus. All is one. We mend what is broken. The wild herbs of Turtle Island heal me. This amazing science, our community is growing. You heal my body, and my life and soul are thriving. I love you, my people, we are blessed. You are a blessing in and of yourself. This turtle was created for you and me. This turtle is your land. This turtle is my land. From the Florida coast to Greenland. From the south, through Baja California, to northern Alaska, this turtle is your home, my home. This turtle is your land, my home. As I walked, the Big Dipper turned, and your perfect body lay beside me. We shared laughter over everything we shared. This community was created for freedom. I love your body. The joy you give me. I sold everything I owned, and now we share everything. You give back and receive everything I give. This blessing is a blessing. We are human. Nothing can stop us. Because God has ordained our bodies for this Turtle Island. We give to each other with empty hands. This Turtle Island heals me. This turtle is your land. This turtle is my land. From the Florida coast to Greenland. From Baja California, south to northern Alaska, this turtle is your home, my home. This turtle is your land, this turtle is my land. As I walked, the Big Dipper turned...
Some places considered themselves nations and were proud to display bears, lions, flowers, crosses, Mary, or any other symbol associated with the Gospel on their flags. Thus, they used stars, stripes, and various waves of red, white, and blue. They were deeply proud of their departure from the Gospel. They were proud of their departure from the stars, lions, bears, eagles, crosses, flowers, and mountains that had always symbolized our journey. In a world where slaveholders had created a myth of freedom and the Fourth Variation Culture (FVDC) dominated, the paperback Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, signed and written by those who supported the freedom of slaveholders, spoke at length about freedom and rights without mentioning adults. After the 1917 Revolution, Mary warned against the spread of this error in several apparitions. In Fatima, Portugal, she spoke to three children. She spoke, is speaking, and will speak to many others. However, this error spread to Russia and, through the occupation, to the North American continent.
Within the dominant culture of the Fourth Variant of Communism (FVDC), the surveillance system of the police-medical-pharmaceutical state, within an environment as pervasive as the occupation of young people in their 20s, we find a similar position of occupation expressed by the occupied Paul: "To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all people, so that by all means I might save some." 1 Corinthians 9:22: "You must become all things to all people, that you may save some." No one can be all things to all people. For this reason, we are not Christians. We follow the faith of our ancestors, rooted in the damp earth, not in heaven. We will pretend to be Christians to pagans, foreigners to our own people, indecisive to herbalists, Catholics to Christians, Marian worshippers to the born-again, patriots and traitors to the occupiers, and drug dealers to the sober. Those who remain silent will be labeled as chatterboxes, anti-fascists as fascists, anti-whites as white supremacists, and all the other labels and insults that come from the regime's discourse will be attached to you. As Paul said, "The Lord has done all things for all." "Omnibus omnia factus sum, ut omnes facerem salvos." His blood was shed to confuse and betray many, but fortunately, it was not for everyone. "This is my new blood, which is poured out for many." (Mark 14:24) The blood that truly matters to our people is our flesh and bone, our flesh and blood. Rely on the herbal remedies of Mother Earth, Mary. Mother of the Bright World and the Damp Earth, Maria Makosh.
I have traveled easily to other planets, including the stars. Divine energy is not a law of nature, but an infinite being without beginning or end, omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, visible and visible, transcending the powers of time and space, ascending and descending the stairs to heaven, passing through ice- and snow-covered mountains. These plants flowed down from the glaciers as healing agents, sent by Mary during the mysterious Neanderthal era. The source of our life is this divine energy. When we eat the green blood of plants, food becomes medicine, and medicine becomes food. We ingest the green blood of plants and the moist body of the earth, containing the life essence of the bright heavenly world. Like a flour dumpling fried in salted butter, its filling is potato and sauerkraut. This is because all mothers have embraced our people through their mothers. We have been nourished by the placenta of Yggdrasil. That is why, in the forest groves, we honor our mothers and fathers a little more than we honor our own fathers. Mary conceived us and brought us into the earth, into the bright world.
The bear represents Makosh, the Mother of the Bucket, or part of the power of the constellation Ursa Major. The symbol of the palace is the Cornucopia, or Golden Bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother Makosh, moist Mother of springs, marshes, and streams, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave for us a bright and transparent destiny, and let no thread of darkness tangle with us. May your mercy never fail us, but be with all our people! We sing of your great glory everywhere, now and forevermore! So be it, as you are now and evermore!
Ruler, Mother, Heavenly Mother, Mother of Moisture, Mother of God, you dwell and revolve with the bear in the northern sky! Grant us the strength to create happiness, free from sorrow and tears! Grant health to all of us, your children, young and old! So it shall be, so it shall be, so it shall be!
I worship the Great Mother of Light, the Moist Mother, who married the Bear and dwells in the northern sky, Polaris, Mother Makosh. Heavenly Mother of God, I lift up my right hand to you and worship you.
Consider our humanity. First, we died under a fallen dogwood tree in the darkness of autumn. Then, like the wheel of a cart, we were reborn in spring, following the cycle of the seasons. Plants, too, die in winter and are reborn in spring. This is called greening.
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All of this process, consisting of prayer, hunting, and herbal gathering, is rooted in the laws of nature. In the Orchid Manifesto, Wild Herb Ways' botanical research is described as a "Folk First!" community, and based on the five principles of Love, Moderation, Law, Beauty, and Truth, the Wild Herb Ways Ecoregional Vitalist Christian community is active in the Tortoise Paw region of the North American Southwest, teaching and learning, learning and teaching. We know that Jesus lived, walked, and taught in North America, and was born of Mary, who was married to the constellation Ursus Major. As the famous saying goes, "Things are not as they seem, nor are they what they seem." Plants like dogwood and roses (Rosa mystica) are plants on the one hand, but also remedies, or healing agents. Since the apparitions to Saint James, the Virgin Mary has appeared to many, sharing herbal remedies and various teachings.
We teach how to pray the Rosary, wear the brown wool scapular, ride a bicycle, and care for plants. Mary, the Mother of God, popularized the Rosary through Saint Dominic a thousand years ago, but priests refused to marry or have children. Even before him, Neanderthals living in caves in France and Spain taught the same Rosary on Mount Carmel, which included offerings of wild rose berries, hawthorn berries, blackberries, cherries, raspberries, and apples. Saint James also knew this Rosary and taught it to Saints Paul and John. However, they distorted the faith of the people by rejecting marriage and family. The Rosary we use contains numerous mysteries based on the mysteries of natural law. The first is the Annunciation. In the true Annunciation, Mary said, "I say yes to marriage, family, children, and procreation." Mary "said 'yes' to the bear," "said 'yes' to the Spirit in the wind and the trees." "I said 'yes' to the wild grass." Mary said 'yes' to the world's greatest teacher, vitalism, and as a result, she became the world's greatest teacher, mother, companion to her husband, and head of the household. Mary also climbed a tree and hung on it as a great sacrifice for our people. Our salvation is not achieved in one fell swoop. You too must cling to this cross and follow its path, in moderation and the law. Everything Mary did was for her people. She found salvation through childbirth, and we women must also find salvation through free choice. https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/07/motherwort-agripalma.html
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You must read and study all the teachings I have given you in "The Way of the Wild Herbs," including the Rosa Teachings, the Wild Rose Scriptures, the Palm Scriptures, and the Motherwort Scriptures. All of these teach you how to pray and meditate with plants, and I have been providing them freely for the past 50 years. Now, with only a few seasons remaining before I return to the heavens with the North Star, I offer you the ingenious teachings of the Way of the Wild Herbs.
https://youtu.be/KiSyRxgcxRo?feature=sharedSource: Ingenious Uses for Wild Herbs
On Yule, the winter solstice festival, I discovered an ingenious method of using wild herbs.
...The Solar Wheel Circus triumphs.
Libra changes in the air.
Bears crawl across the sky.
Blood and dirt shine in your perfect brown eyes.
In the spring… the Emory Oak of Odin's Yggdrasil
In the green surroundings, may the little, shining bird Eileen be healthy, may the little bird be healthy.
The red-breasted tit sings a song for me
Beneath the green grass and purple-budded trees, the spring root beer blossoms paint everything green, may the Lord watch over you. Gold envelops the pine trees , and yellow romantiums, bloodroot, rue anemones , eastern red cedars, Chickasaw plums, junipers, and mistletoe blanket the landscape, may all be at peace. I set my mind on the turning sunwheel in the sky, and watch the candy tufts blossom as the first flowers of spring.Your hairy and salty pussy
The taste of kelp pools on the coast
Soft new grass sprouted beneath the maple tree.
We rape mugwort and spring root beer flowers
Mud Bath Outcast Stream
Too thick to drink, too thin to plow
In the spring… the Emory Oak of Odin's Yggdrasil
In the green surroundings, may the little, shining bird Eileen be healthy, may the little bird be healthy.
A golden beam of light surrounds the tree.
If all around is green, everything will be fine.
Winter flower, you are like witch hazel and snowflake.
In her Emory oak forest, golden sunlight circles the landscape.
If all around is green, everything will be fine.
Monarda Emorii oak tree under the snow.
Yerba Santa and red smooth rocks, cedar trees and mistletoe...
Blood and dirt glisten in your perfect brown eyes.
The wheel surrounding the sky is on fire.
The trees seem to have green blood flowing through them. Alligator, cedar, pine, and pine.
Manzanita, silk tassel, a female clump rooted in the ground.
Let's call it the first flower of spring, Candytuft.
Light is with us, before us, above us, below us, within us, and surrounding us.
The light beneath our feet, the light above us, the light beside us, the light of the divine solar wheel fills us all around.
Ocotillo Black Rock Basin, Palo Verde Ironwood...
Gobernadora, Versacea, Ambrosia Green Mothers.
On Mother Yul's night, we bless all who are before us.
The blood of our ancestors, the soil of the fairies, the fairies of the forest that pass by our eyes.
Monarda Emory Oak, return this sacred grove to all sides, and let us taste your pollen and tiny seeds.
The soil of the roots, the woody stem below the father and mother who are related by blood.
Come down from the branch, take root, and sprout leaves again.
Holy land, holy sex, mothers, bring your children home.
Gather herbs where coyotes howl and the forest burns.
Below the longest night lies the shortest day.
Stardust and pollen twinkling from horizon to horizon.
Twinkle twinkle little star, I wonder what you are.
High above the world, like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle twinkle little star.
When spring comes, the light returns and the bears wake up.
Where else could there be but here?
Who else but you?
Who else would there be besides me?
If not now, then when?
Sacred ground, sacred sex, the work of true return.
Please return the golden glow of the sun to the growing branches.
Green Neolithic Neanderthal, Mother of all, we worship you.
Virgin Mary of springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, and forest clearings.
Within her, through her, there are wild forests, caves, and grottoes.
The Way of the Fourfold Blessing, the Holy Land, the Holy City, the Holy Land.
We must ensure the survival of our people.
All creation sings the words, sacred land, sacred sex.
Springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, clearings, and the Mother of the forest.
The leaves of the aspen trees sway in the golden sunlight.
On this day, the longest day and the shortest night, please return the green mother.
From horizon to horizon, the hunter chases the bear, which changes direction, the axis of the world.
Our lives, our sacred castle, our heavenly marriage, our sacred space, our holy family, our sacred place, where people's faith returns to its original state.
Holy ground, holy sex becomes the daily bread.
Her lacquer grove was bathed in golden sunlight.
In the green surroundings, may the little, shining bird Eileen be healthy, may the little bird be healthy.
Golden strings of lights wrap around the trees.
If all around is green, everything will be fine.
Winter flower, you are like witch hazel and snowflake.
In her lacquer grove, the golden sun hung low in the sky.
If all around is green, everything will be fine.
Snow-covered Monarda Emory oak.
Yerba Santa and the red smooth rocks.
Blood and dirt burn and spin on the wheel of the sun.
The trees seem to have green blood flowing through them. Alligator, cedar, pine, and pine.
Manzanita, silk tassel, a female clump rooted in the ground.
Let's call it the first flower of spring, Candytuft.
Light is with us, before us, above us, below us, within us, and surrounding us.
The light beneath our feet, the light above us, the light beside us, the light of the divine solar wheel fills us all around.
Ocotillo Black Rock Basin, Palo Verde Ironwood...
Gobernadora, Versacea, Ambrosia Green Mothers.
On Mother Yul's night, we bless all who are before us.
Our ancestors who left first, the fairies, the forest spirits that pass by our eyes.
Monarda Emory Oak, return this sacred grove to all sides, and let us taste your pollen and tiny seeds.
Woody stems beneath the roots, blood and soil.
Come down from the branch, take root, and sprout leaves again.
Holy land, holy sex, mother, bring us home.
Gather herbs where coyotes howl and the forest burns.
Below the longest night lies the shortest day.
Stardust and pollen twinkling from horizon to horizon.
Twinkle twinkle little star, I wonder what you are.
High above the world, like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle twinkle little star.
When spring comes, the light returns and the bears wake up.
Where else could there be but here?
Who else but you?
Who else would there be besides me?
If not now, then when?
Sacred ground, sacred sex, the work of true return.
Please return the golden glow of the sun to the growing branches.
Green Neolithic Neanderthal, Mother of all, we worship you.
Virgin Mary of springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, and forest clearings.
Within her, through her, there are wild forests, caves, and grottoes.
The Way of the Fourfold Blessing, the Holy Land, the Holy City, the Holy Land.
We must do so for the sake of our people and our children.
All creation sings the words, 'Holy land, holy sex.'
Springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, clearings, and the Mother of the forest.
The leaves of the aspen trees sway in the golden sunlight.
Please give me back my green mother on this longest night.
From horizon to horizon, the hunter chases the bear, which changes direction, the axis of the world.
Our lives, our sacred castle, our heavenly marriage, our sacred space, our holy family, our sacred place, where people's faith returns to its original state.
Holy ground, holy sex becomes the daily bread.
Her lacquer grove was bathed in golden sunlight.
(Song of Solomon, Douay-Rheims Edition, Copyright 2016, Paul Manski) The sweetest words in the world, we must rise up for our people and our children. Awake, awake, come to your garden, come in and sing our song, do not eat the flesh of ravens, your relatives will be devoured blindly, your love is better than wine, wisdom is words that are despised, words that will not be heard, sister, listen to this, live out the challenge of my words... My sister, my spouse, come to your garden, drops of love, sweet kisses, in the night, where has my beloved gone? O fairest of women, why has my beloved turned away? Awake, awake, sweet Emily. My sister, my beloved, my spouse, come to your garden. Out of this sinful nation, out of a people born in injustice, we must be the future. Your thighs are like jewels. Sweet girl, come to me, touch me, embrace me, my beloved. The words we must keep… That is why we were created, the only reason we are here. Here we have everything: the garden, the orchard, the nard, the spring, the drinking water, the well of life. North wind, wake up, let my beloved come. Where has my beloved gone? Your thighs are like jewels, gently falling. Let us walk with me through the green fields, and live abundantly. When day breaks and dawn comes, for our sons and daughters, my spouse, the apple of my eye, beneath this oak tree, in the sacred grove, our words… We must exist for our people and future children…
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