Solutland The Solutrean 5% Neanderthal DNA cowgirl princess, Queen Kitty Wells, Queen of perfect love, embracing you forevever in the northern sky.
The ancestral beliefs of the Sorutriyans. The truth is we reward those life positive peace love behaviours. You are welcomed to this communal dance where all and any boomer selfish individualism is disavowed and lampooned. You become loathsome when you refer to your bomb squadron air plane flying shithead father who fire bombed Dresden. When you virtue signal your controlling demographic we wretch puking on the ground your tampon and stripe flag wave. You cheer on the same way with your surgical bomb strike genocide with lox, cream cheese and October bagels. When you virtue signal your controlling demographic we wretch puking on the ground your tampon an stripe flag wave. You cheer on the same way with your surgical bomb strike genocide with lox, cream cheese and October bagels. Stupid questions stupid cinema pornography, your Epstein garbage Disneyland mechanized war, buy, buy, buy, so virtuous.
The ancestral stars of the Solutons in December: Vega, Uranus, and Polaris. The divine mother Kittty Wells united with Polaris and gave birth to all things; she and her beloved bear stand eternally in the sky.
The Tortuga biota depicts the gradual transformation of cedar into pine, and the pungent eleutherococcus, ginseng, sacred land, and sacred love scriptures, symbolizing a continuous pilgrimage of peace. (Excerpt from Paul Manski's genius magical realist novel, Wildflower Lane.) I remember like yesterday when I met Kitty 32,000 years ago on the calypso Solotrean plains, her moist breath steaming in the December air, her perfect lips and skin. In a mere millisecond, the foxtail-like spark of the Thorutland language can be ignited, our unique Mother of All Things, married to the bear, and living in an eternal celestial marriage embrace with our North Star. Our bountiful goddess, the white, blessed woman, gives birth again and again. Our symbol is a kiss, a moist, warm embrace of love. The knowledge of the foxfire light whipping it's tail across the sky, Tulicatu, is never validated by any book, any Middle Eastern fairy tale, nor by any ideologies of fear about the economic growth of endless cancer towns. We can silently notice and name your sordid movie game in an instant. We need not feel any white European guilt or redemption for crimes we never committed. Our heroes are not missile launchers that pull the trigger. We do not, and have never, praised, condoned, or supported mechanized warfare of genocide and fratricide for profit. We abhor movies. Fools, go fight your own wars. Smash the television on sight. This is our peaceful pilgrimage; we will follow the orbit of the North Star, step onto the burning cross, and spin into infinity. The Middle Eastern tribal mafia may control the printing press, but their rhetoric is dystopian madness. They may be able to fabricate a history of profit-driven mechanized warfare and genocide, but their vicious rhetoric cannot persuade us. We shout in unison: "I reject you Ukrainian war machines, I reject your golden parachutes. I reject your nightmarish coercion of vaccines and air conditioning. We are tribes among tribes, scattered everywhere, following the way of the wild grass, where folklore reigns supreme! Earth reigns supreme, Turtle Island reigns supreme! We have become a constellation of folk music stars. We have Johnny Peczek's failure to abandon your defeatist work." Our symbol is a kiss, a moist, warm embrace of love. The knowledge of the foxfire light whipping it's tail across the sky, We venerate Kitty Wells, the Queen of Country Music, for God did not create angels of country music. Homage to Vega, to Saturn, to the stars of Draco, to Polaris! Homage to Queen Irene of Pariah! The great desert queen, smooth red rock, sacred and perfect, like a mother, aunt, daughter, and sister in heaven. Irene's snow-white, milk-filled nipples are a direct embodiment of the eternal Mother of All, Queen Katie Wells.
Extending to the petrified trees of Moencopi, past the rooster's crown, beyond the edge of the juniper forest, all the way to the ends of the earth. Stories from around the world sing the praises of the perfect Irene, the Irish-Cuban princess whose life lives on forever in the northern skies. Pisces, Vega, North Star, Irene, the Bear Queen, surrounded by fireworks, mead, and meteor pollen in the desert scrubland, married the rain-soaked, turquoise Queen of Ocotilolo, of the southern tributary of the Shoshone River—the Bear Ear Mountains. A tribute to the sacred Queen Katie Wells, the mother of all things. A tribute to the Weaver Girl, a tribute to Tuva, a tribute to the North Star, a tribute to Queen Irene, Mother of All Things, a tribute to the Anita sisters, a tribute to Howard, Father of All Things, a tribute to Grandfather August, a tribute to Queen Irene, a tribute to Cristobal Colon the Conqueror, a tribute to Berba, a tribute to Papa, a tribute to Heila, a tribute to Carlos, a tribute to Maria, a tribute to Frigg, a tribute to Freya, a tribute to the brothers of Jesus, blood ties, bone of bone, a tribute to the Spanish Conquerors of Europe: Cortés, Colon, de Soto, Romero, a tribute to the perfect, pure Spanish fragrance of Martinez, a tribute to Freya and Wotan! A tribute to Irene! A tribute to the ancestors who traversed the icy roads! A tribute to Mother Europe! A tribute to all things! A tribute to all people! A tribute to all places!
You stand side by side, draw a circle with the Argos runes, and then stretch out your arms toward the North Star in the northern sky—Ursa Major. In this way, you will receive the power of Makoshen (meaning "Mother Bucket"), Ursa Major, and his wife and mother, like a sacred family in the northern sky. The symbol of the palace is the golden bucket, or the Horn of Plenty. The sacred trees are pine, elm, poplar, and white waxwood. For the past thirty-six thousand years, we have remembered clearly, as if it were yesterday, our journey from east to west to Turtle Island. We once worshipped the bear, the North Star, Vega, and the right axis; now we worship the North Star again. To us, it is always Shashu, the bear. This teaching comes from the home of Hatali Neve Jansen of Gray Mountain. As we learned from Neve Jansen: “We humans are born of Mother Earth, an eternally changing woman. Therefore, on this beautiful path, the earth is sacred to us and to you. All things are shrouded in beauty.” In childhood, we repeated these words over and over. Our mothers are always connected to divinity—Katie Wells, Freya, Mary, Athena, Eoste. This is why our books are made of our flesh and blood. The etymology of our books means bones, blood, and plants—green. Green is the color of conquering disease, the perfect wild herb. Let us forever revere our Mother, who commands her saints and angels to strengthen our immunity through herbs, the soul of life, and the truth of plants.
Solutrean Fox 2017 Trip
Today, we gather under the laws of plant communities—studying bones, blood, and soil. Our God is justice within the laws of nature, while those who oppress our people now censor our speech, suppress our freedom of expression, stigmatize our people with suicide, use consumerist feminists who opt for non-pregnant abortions as weapons, force young childless women into drug addiction and state-sponsored drug use, poison our people with high-fructose GMO corn syrup, and create a resurgence of autoimmune diseases. These opportunists, using vaccines to subjugate us, causing our male children to develop ADHD and autism, turning them into drug slaves, hijacking and spreading white European guilt through the media, acquiring, controlling, and owning the electronic media we create, marginalizing us, depriving us of our copyrights, and constantly instilling defeatist ideas through anti-white information, spreading anti-white self-destructive strategies, and undermining our speech to cater to their entertainment. They are creating a dehumanizing, rootless hybrid through electronic entertainment media, a non-human entity. In today's public spaces, every public speech becomes a media entertainment directive; we see their tribe, their bloodline guilt, and their myths about Middle Eastern spiritual rape. Here, everyone you meet will cite fantasy movie plots as fact. I want to tell you, we deny this distorted, hyphenated Trojan horse-like myth of occupation. Now, as a nation, we unanimously deny this deep-seated sense of guilt and apology that, through their occupied and weaponized entertainment, has turned our once mild and passive European brothers and sisters into occupied adversaries. I want to tell you, we are a nation of many peoples, united under a perfect European Western political identity. This is the so-called “perfectly clear circumpolar Solute faith,” the rich truth of Solute's white welfare ethics. We are a united European nation. We come from Europe, having migrated around the poles; therefore, our human life is forged in the genes of social, biological, and spiritual beings who wield historical tools. All the good things in our lives originate from our European Solutic race, possessing 5% Neanderthal DNA. We reject abstract concepts detached from our roots, and we reject all religions with Middle Eastern influences. We uphold the principle of "Earth First! People First!" I tell you, whatever your belief, it must be "Earth First! People First!"
I love you, us, all of us who have visited Turtle Island countless times to embrace Katie Wells, the Queen of Country Music. Everything is connected to this Queen, Katie Wells. Because I, Paul Mansky, was taught to apologize and feel remorse, I, Paul Mansky, the ultimate hero, the world's incarnation and mentor, bestow this gift upon you, making it the only perfect and proud faith of our people. Because I, Paul Mansky, was stripped of my platform in the darkness, I, Paul Mansky, became the path of light, the path of foxtail grass, the truth of the North, the light of the North Star, guiding those who have been racized, advocating our shared pilgrimage of peace, striving for our common well-being in an eternal love for our unique biological and spiritual people. Because I, Paul Mansky, felt guilty for my profession, sent out a signal before remaining silent, sentenced to poverty, denied bank loans, I, Paul Mansky, became the ultimate advocate for peace, condemning the genocide of mechanized profit-driven wars, step by step following the wild herbal path of the genius world mentor. I am who I am. I am who I am. In ancestor worship, I am you.
Thank you to each and every one of us, thank you to our circumpolar Solute ancestors who came to Turtle Island! Brothers and sisters, we worship our flesh-and-blood ancestors through pattern recognition; we observe, we gaze. We worship the tulicettu fox tail above the birch trees, symbolizing the Virgin Mary who gave birth to the poplar and ash trees. We embrace the poplar. We see, we understand. If you can glean one insight from the perfect wisdom of the way of wild herbs, it is that illness occurs when the soul, under the delusion of being controlled by the spirit, separates from the body. Do not let your soul leave your body; shatter the lies on television screens about rootless, asexual marriages. Please note that even a brief separation of the soul from the body can bring illness. As the world's teacher, I tell you, do not let your soul leave your body. Abortion is a sin for women just as masturbation is for men. We teach procreation and encourage procreation; this is the belief of "Earth First! People First! Turtle Island First!" Therefore, the Solut people must possess and occupy the entire body, the entire biosphere, existing entirely as revolutionary and peaceful pilgrims of the European Wotan Christ, in the form of a biospirit. The biospirit is the inseparable law of body, mind, and spirit. Due to our sacred land hygiene, sacred sexual hygiene, and the sacred belief of "Earth First! People First!", the Solut people's biochemistry is more homogeneous than that of other groups. This homogeneous gene pool creates a homogeneous human leukocyte antigen (HLA) lineage. The HLA lineage is composed of specific proteins on the cell surface that are crucial to the biospirit, helping to regulate self and non-self—the great teaching of the rosehip prayer regarding the immune system. These proteins, along with the mitochondrial matrix, ensure that immune cells can distinguish between self and non-self and fight the correct diseases. This biospirit of the polar bioregion is crucial for limiting the spread of disease, as our northern bioregion's biospirit climate-influenced areas have the fewest diseases. Soluton settlements were located at latitudes in temperate or Arctic climate zones, thus parasites and diseases were rare. All of this originates from your hands and the sacred fox tail, gazing upon the fox tail in Shashbizad, the bear and the fox tail, all mothers Katie Wells, Mary, Freya, Friga, Starfish, Christ Wotan's Mother, the bear's basket, the Wotan carriage, the Kar carriage, the Christ carriage, the sacred fox tail, the sacred heart of Katie Wells on the frozen road. This truly reflects who we are, who we were, and who we will become—a people, a bear's heart igniting the fox tail, sacred brotherhood and sisterhood. We always gather together in secret handshakes, like a community of herbalists instantly recognizable, a tribe, a warm and sacred family. Let me tell you the story of that fox that traveled from Europe to Canada in just a few months in 2017. Pray to the fox Tulicetu and make sure you see the Mother of the Gods embracing the North Star. Worship the North Star's erotic thunder. Bring the North Star's thunder into your bedroom and roll and scream like a couple. That's a journey a fox can complete in a few months. Yet, for the past 72,000 years, our people have been on the same journey. We have been migrating between the ice edges. We are the ice highway. We are the Arctic fox. We are the wolf. —Eric Sowaldson, Eric in *Eric the Red-Haired*, a Christ who traveled from Europe to Turtle Island multiple times. There was more than one Wotan. There was more than one Jesus. Every teacher who instructs ancestor worship with the motto "People First! Earth First!" is one of our sacred people. We are one nation. Erik Thorvaldsson, after being expelled from Iceland, last "discovered" Greenland around 985 AD. Around 1000 AD, the Vikings led by Leif Erikson reached the east coast of North America. Leif Erikson was the Wotan ruler and possessed 5% Neanderthal DNA. From 950 to 1250 AD, we, the Prometheusian Solutian heroes—Leif Erik the Red—were the rulers of Wotan, possessing 5% Neanderthal DNA, and the forerunners of "Viva Cristo Rey ! " (Viva Cristo Rey!) . We, the pure and peaceful pilgrimage tribe of Solutria, a unified people of many nations, all of whom had hung from trees and received runes, such as Bjørn Heljolfsson, Leif Clev Sorenson (Kalcevny), and Freddis Ericdoth, traveled to and from Greenland for 300 years. https://youtu.be/Uo-CI5g10M8?si =JwlMOF90z-vXZ8MK
Imagine the 300 years from 1695 to 1995—coinciding exactly with the period from 950 to 1250 AD—that is the time window of the most recently recorded Solutid history on Turtle Island (North America). Now, extend this time window to 72,000 years ago. This means that there were 250 such 300-year periods in recorded and unrecorded history, and we know nothing about them. We, the Prometheus-like Solutid heroes, these sacred biological and spiritual ancestors with 5% Neanderthal DNA, these ancestors of the Wotan Christian biosphere and Wotan Christian faith, established a lasting settlement on the Lansoz meadows. Daily, we worship these ancestral roots, these flesh-and-blood companions, the spiritual homeland of Hruland, Macland, and Vinland, and the wild herbal tradition we share with Sunrad on the winter solstice. Homage to Vega, to the Right Axis, to Polaris, to the Arctic Sky! Praise be to Saint Maria Freya, Mother of All Fathers, who united with the Great North Star—Polaris—and raised her hands to form the Argiz Cross antlers. Thorfinn and his wife Goodrid traveled to Vinland. The first settlement of Eric Sowaldsson, Bratahild, quickly became the headquarters of the Norse settlements in North America. At its peak, these colonies housed 4,000 to 6,000 people. The Medieval Warm Period lasted from 950 AD to 1250 AD. When Sauld's crew decided to explore the fjord entrance, they made their first contact with the Skreynians. The thoughtful Ode freed her slaves on Iceland and became celestial companions with Katie Wells and our Bear North Star.
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Jason Kohne, a Western spiritual genius, stands tall on the earth, bathed in the rosy dawn. He is the author of "Go Ftrr" *Gaining Freedom* and "Prometheus Rising" *The Rise of Prometheus*. Jason Cohen is Hercules and Odysseus. Long live Jason! Long live the Golden Fleece! Long live the earth! Long live humanity! This hero walks on Turtle Island (North America), where he has preached for 72,000 years. I first met this mentor in the Paleolithic era, when the giant ice caps were melting. We were in a poplar forest. I am still searching for that poplar forest. Long live the poplar forest! In a conversation with the Western Naboo 7, Groke wrote: "The Liberty Treatise is a doctrine preached by Socrates at the Academy of Athens 2,500 years ago, written in blood and bones. It is almost a verbatim translation of Socrates's discourse, an eternal truth that remains applicable today." "No White Guilt" ( another brilliant pseudonym of Cohen , originally given to him by the Germanic hero Heracles) embodies a mimicking anti-white discourse framework that uses "freedom" as a dialectical tool to achieve cognitive liberation. It analyzes retributive justice as a zero-sum psychological game, weakening Western authority and empowering its users through game-theoretic strategies. For example, it reinterprets guilt as a deliberately constructed conformity (a fusion of evolutionary psychology, semiotics, and viral epistemology) aimed at fostering a self-created happiness among white people in a context of increasing entropy in civilization. This is a Prometheusian challenge to collective consciousness.https://youtu.be/A82PK5ZKqe8?si=bEgxVJ4LGccpipBG
One of the most incredible things about me is that I am Paul Mansky. For 72,000 years, I have lived among plants, awakening the memories of my ancestors. With the belief of "Humans First! Earth First!", I have practiced the true meaning of wild herbs throughout North America and shed tears for them. I know Jesus, have climbed the World Tree, and leaned against the trunks of the Bodhi tree and the Zen master Bodhidharma. When my eyeballs popped out of their sockets, they fell to the ground and turned into emerald green cactus tea. When Buddha held up that flower, I understood everything, and I still do to this day. Some people see my photos and ask, "Is that you? Can you hear Jesus' voice?" as if someone who knows Jesus, Buddha, Wotan, and Socrates looks like a movie star. That's absurd. I stood alongside Hercules, Washington, and Socrates, and I shared a tent with Mary in the Laurentian Mountains before she became a virgin. Thirty-six thousand years ago, we drank mead made from bison and antlers. Just in 1987, shortly before the Yellowstone National Park fire, we tasted apple cider at Boone Farm at the start of the Isawa Trail. Bob Boyle, Monty Buck, Phil Salwater, and Queen Irene, who worked at the Vapitti Bear Station, were also there. She wasn't a virgin, but her labia were said to be the most perfect since Athena. I also remember Hephaestus's first sexual experience in the oak forest. I was playing the lyre at the time, and Weston Tursun, "The Godfather of Trees" Mike Winster, and the painter Bill Savage were also there, with everything for sale, as well as Sally Horsewoman, Ludmila, and Svetlana Svetlana. "The Godfather of Trees" Mike Winster and the painter Bill Savage also mentioned that 2,500 years ago, the Athenians discussed group preferences. In Jason Cohen 's podcast "No White Guilt," the "Tree Godfather" talks about today in 2025: "White people are brainwashed and indoctrinated with the idea that group preferences don't exist. We are the only group on Earth brainwashed to deny the existence of group preferences or their benefits. Only people like us can prove that group preferences are real for humanity."
The Creator's just will aligns perfectly with the natural laws of Heaven. Secondly, we are pilgrims of peace. We deeply understand the true meaning of peace: absolute peace and harmlessness. God's judgment will surely come upon those who torment our people. But this judgment will not come from those who respect our wild herbal traditions. Arise, those who defile our people and wage mechanized wars on our land for profit! On this sacred Turtle Island, we stand united as a peaceful and joyful herbal community, gazing upon the North Star—Ursa Major. Long live peace! Long live the bear! Long live the North Star! Long live the woman who marries the bear! Those who torment us will pay the price for the immense suffering they have inflicted. I only want to say that we must never ally with those who bring suffering to others. We protect ourselves by strengthening families in happy, vibrant communities. We will not wage mechanized war to build homes in the Middle East or Ukraine. We reject peace bought with bombs, and we reject those insane and foolish ideologies. Hatred of non-whites has nothing to do with the well-being of whites! Earth first! Good luck, Turtle Island.
Most High Mother of Mark, Mother of springs, swamps, and streams, Mother of the heavens, Mother of God! Woven a bright and clear destiny for us, grant us the wisdom of forest spirits. Grant us strength to remain pure in all circumstances. Share with us herbal remedies and teachings, so that our hearts may be whole and clear. We are the truth. We need no apologies. We do not hold grudges, but we can recognize patterns. We will not tolerate stupidity. Whoever attacks us, we will respond with the final peace of pilgrims. Because out of love for our people, we protect the weakest and most innocent, our children. We have come this far not to be puppets. Let others bow their heads and beg. We rob and steal, but for us, truth is life itself. You may control some of us, but you cannot control all of us. We do not care about the thirty years of war from 1914 to 1945. That is your story. We do not live in illusions. We will smash television screens. We remember history, we will never forget. To me, herbs are like solid earth. The moment I set foot on this land, the moment I breathed, I worshipped the Virgin Mary, whatever her name may be… I need no permission to love my people, my traditions, my faith. Without hesitation, I see our God in the faces of those connected to us by blood, those connected to you by blood. There is compelling evidence to support the so-called “Soldor Hypothesis,” also known as the “Source of Abundance.” Humanity originated in Europe, not Africa. All the good things in life come from our ancestors. Regardless of your beliefs, Earth first! Humanity first! We deeply love our ancestors who visited Turtle Island (North America) many times. Thank you to everyone who comes to Turtle Island! It truly reflects us, our people, our tribes, and our sacred family. 16,500 years ago, our European ancestors left their footprints beneath the white sands. Footprints also lie beneath the white sands of New Mexico. Our Neanderthal DNA is the lifeblood of wild herbs. In our stories, Maria Irene, the Vega, the Tuva, and the North Star were all accompanied by bears. You must learn and practice all the teachings I impart to you. Our people are discovering their true selves in the teachings of roses, wild roses, palms, and motherwort, in an experiential community called the "Way of Wildflowers." We teach you how to pray, how to live in harmony with plants—all of which we have generously provided since the North Pole reversed its course 16,500 years ago. In a few more seasons, I will return to the skies with the North Star. Join this blessed community now.
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My ancestors were indigenous peoples of the forest-covered mountains, the first to live independently, their lineage dating back to the Paleolithic era. Their genes contained a significant amount of Neanderthal DNA, linking them closely to Germanic, Navajo, and Apache peoples, much like butter dumplings. Like the Basques, our Germanic ancestry also contains up to 5% Neanderthal DNA. We are true descendants of Turtle Island (North America). We possess the most Neanderthal songs, stories, and memories, all intricately intertwined with our Solutan DNA. These memories become even stronger whenever I speak face-to-face with herbalists and encounter our Solutan ancestors. Science now shows that all of humanity originated in Europe, just as the nature of love prioritizes our well-being. As revealed by the Institute of Human Genetics, we are true descendants. Our ancestors can be traced back to the holy forefathers of Rome, and we have long adhered to the Roman dualistic faith. We are also associated with Hercules of Greek mythology. According to Tacitus, Hercules traveled to Germania with Odysseus. "It is said that the Germanic peoples, like many other nations, were visited by Heracles and praised him as the greatest hero before the war. They also say that Odysseus, during his legendary wanderings, reached the North Sea, visited the Germanic regions, and founded a city on the banks of the Rhine called Aspergol. They also say that long ago, a city existed on the riverbank, and long ago, people lived in this city of Aspergol.
The omnipotent father and mother, united in kiss and embrace, bestowed upon her the spirit of life and the blood of the savior, guiding her through all adversity until her final birth. In the name of the Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, and Holy Spirit, they..." She was baptized by cold, clear mud, holy water, holy oil, and salt. The child was named Rose Mary. Her father asked the midwife to inscribe Rose Mary's name on runes at the moment of her birth. Thus, her name was recorded in the annals of secular culture. From then on, this sacred mud and holy water, and the baptismal mark deeply etched into her soul, guided her towards a life baptized by icy water and mud. She came from a cave in France, from the remains of a Neanderthal conqueror, across the ocean. Her name was Rose. Rose is not just the name of a plant. It also refers to the Scottish wilderness "ros," and the Goodula. The word "hros" means "horse." Throughout the life of Maria, the Neanderthal virgin hunter, she was always comforted by her divine prey—horses, bison, elk, deer, moose, and antelope—which gave her unwavering strength to win. Most High Mother Makoshen, Heavenly Mother, Nurturing Mother, Mother of God, you walk with the bear of the Northern Sky! Free us from sorrow and tears, grant us the power to create good fortune! Bestow health and peace upon all your children, young and old! Indeed, indeed, indeed!
We celebrate this day in memory of the North Star, the Great Mother of Light, the Mother of Nourishment, Mother Makoshen. She married a bear and dwells in the northern sky. Virgin Mary, in Heaven, I stretch out my right hand to You.
The rose, a member of the Rosaceae family, carries the sacred spirit of life and is intimately connected with Virgin Mary—the Mother of God, our Mother. Mary was deified and associated with the Neanderthals. She married a bear and, along with the North Star and Ursa Major, became the messenger of all blessings in the northern sky, east, and west. Her parents formed the Sonnenrath, a sun cross pointing north. He sang the prayer from Dickie Bates' "Victory Song": "Lord, you are my blue sky, my clear heaven." How joyful, how clear-headed I am when your love is directed toward me…” https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/09/mary-sits-bear-plants.html
Freya, Mother Earth, Mother of all things, is with Mary, Jesus, and Abbott, all of whom were crucified. Our faith is twofold. It is not a faith based on books. Our faith originates from our blood, our bones, the earth, and heaven. The contradictions you see in books are, for us, the ultimate connection, the ultimate certainty. Yes, we worship the book that comes from the sacred tree, whose words mean to us “greater, longer, and never giving up.” You cannot decipher our book. We are that book. Damn those bookish Middle Eastern tribes!
My ancestors were said to be the original inhabitants of the forest-covered mountains—the earliest humans. My ancestry dates back to the Paleolithic era, and my genes contain a significant amount of Neanderthal DNA. Like the Basques, my Germanic lineage also contains up to 5% Neanderthal DNA. Modern science suggests that all humans originated in Europe. This is the truth revealed by my genome research, and it shows that we must prioritize our own well-being.
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Our ancestors were devout Roman Catholics, possessing a sacred lineage traceable to Rome. My wife, Erin, and I were married in Yellowstone National Park, exchanging vows beside the sacred medicine wheel in the Great Horn Mountains. We were united on the south bank of the Shoshone River. Her family also has ties to the Reconquista in Santa Fe. Her grandparents, Bebe and Papa, both bore the surname Colón-Martinés and were direct descendants of Christopher Columbus. The Colón family originated in Cuba and is one of countless immigrants who have traversed the North American continent from east to west over the past 36,000 years. Many of us remember the countless migrations of our ancestors. My wife's maiden name is Waters, derived from Roman-Celtic Ireland. For 36,000 years, we have worshipped Ursa Major, which is both Vega and Tuva, and remains our North Star. Our mother married this bear several times, to Freya, Mary, Athena, and Eoste. According to Tacitus, it is also associated with Heracles in Greek mythology, who accompanied Odysseus to Germania. It is said that the Germanic peoples, like many other peoples, were visited by Heracles. Before Odysseus's expedition, Heracles praised him, calling him the greatest hero. It is said that during Odysseus's legendary journey, he reached the North Sea, traveled through the Germanic regions, and founded a city called Asberg on the banks of the Rhine, naming it after him. Asberg is still inhabited today. It is said that long ago, an altar named after his father Laertes was discovered there, where Odysseus offered sacrifices. It is said that a tomb with Greek inscriptions still exists at the border of Germania and Rhea. I neither agree nor disagree with these accounts; whether to accept or deny them is up to you. —Publius Cornelius Tacitus, *Germania*, c. 90 AD.
She brought rain. We explore Sonora and Chihuahua, islands where mountains and sky intertwine, the Shakti era, the Okotiro era, 36,500 years ago. We are united again, for we are a trained and guiltless people who have experienced all this. Let them build their empires. Now, your whole lives are this dance, our whole lives are our song. This community of the turtle island, this community of herbal pioneers. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. I will always be with you. For 36,500 years, it has been here, right now. Homage to Odin! Homage to Frigg! A salute to ourselves! Let us be with the mountains and plants, and believe in our deep love for…
Through a deep study of the Way of the Wild, I sometimes ask myself, "What is it?" It's a silent question, yet it contains the greatest "yes." My answer is: We are one, connected by blood, carrying the perfect truth from the Holy Land and inheriting the mission of the saints. We live with plants; this is our way of practicing. We live with plants, rocks, and stones, together building our community. We sell everything to obtain resources. We care for pregnant women and the homeless. In this way, temperance has built a peaceful pilgrimage community of 16,500 people. The botanical study of the Way of the Wild is community-centered, based on its five core principles: love, clarity, law, beauty, and truth. This research was conducted through teaching and learning, and actively practiced on Crook Island in southwestern North America. We know that Jesus lived, walked, and taught on this North American island; his mother was Mary, the Mother of All Things, and his wife was the goddess Ursa Major. "God created us, so let us be in balance. Love is everything that helps us grow, so let us live in love. Let us focus on the five ways of self-renewal: love, clarity, law, beauty, and truth." https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2021/02/mary-of-remedios-and-Nits.html [The following appears to be a separate, unrelated section:] The forecourt is described as Saxon language, Roman Saxon language, Roman Saxon language, 70369736936736736th century 7076th century 79999999 Male tag plant song: Saxon language. Part of Galdor (meaning "nine herbal incantations"), a versatile plant that provides "roadside food," or more precisely, bread to sustain daily walking. But he is very benevolent. Mihtigudon [a]n Op[e] Inn[a] ðy cræte curran provides ðy konene reodan provides “To Blake Brioden Ofer Fruth Fornaden.” “And also the plant mother Wefred!” " You face east, yet your heart is strong. A carriage creaks past you, women hurry by. Monks shout, 'Arise!' Bulls growl, 'Arise!' And you, Wegbrad, Mother of the Meadows, your vast eastern land, you are so great, above you carriages creak, women ride horses, brides cheer, cows snort. You will be able to endure and overcome all difficulties, just as you have in the past, thus resisting poison and attack. "
"You abominable thing wandering the earth"—Nigoon Wirta Galdo, a 10th-century Anglo-Saxon botanical incantation. We delve into the virtues that strengthen ourselves, surpassing those of our ancestors, near and far. It is an honor to know and deeply understand who we are and where we come from; through these, we discern where we are going. Blood ties, loyalty, calm judgment, courage, and heroic virtue are the elements, tools, and language we need to connect with happiness and rid ourselves of the diseases that steal it away. The past flows in our blood. We call this inner divinity "blood of blood, bone of bone, stone of stone," the connection between the past, present, and future, our practice, responsibility, and virtue. The past, present, and future exist within ourselves, our children, and our people. We cherish and strengthen our unique individuality, whatever it may be. Because, whatever it may be, we are born good, and only by being true to ourselves can we receive blessings. Our present happiness. Whatever the root of shame and guilt may be, like our ancestors, it is a mental illness, a morbid mental virus that stifles the essence of life. Loving your people represents a state of health. Love your people—love your people first! This is the natural state. Love does not stem from hatred. Hatred exists in chaos and destruction. Focusing emotional energy primarily on reactions only leads to controlled confrontation, ultimately resulting in the collapse of defeatism. Hatred, anger, and poison are essentially misguided masculine warrior energies; while they may have some justification in our environment, they are ultimately useless. The continuation of life according to the laws of nature is a healthy state; in hierarchical, tool-using animals, this energy manifests as the reproductive energies of males and females. These reproductive energies are embodied in the genetically monogamous marriage between men and women. Marriage is a sacred form, and the land nurtured by the reproductive energies of men and women is also sacred, equally sacred. Sex, sacred ownership and property. The hatred, anger, and vicious rhetoric spread by marginalized white men on social media and anonymous keyboards are fundamentally wrong and ineffective.
This is a new prayer tradition originating in Neanderthal times, now revived in memory of the Virgin Mary. The Virgin Mary is associated with twelve stars arranged in an elliptical pattern around the sky, corresponding to the twelve stars. The Neanderthal Virgin Mary has a profound connection to our unique story of redemption. Her position was foreshadowed in Genesis. For 36,000 years we have worshipped Vega and the Right Pivot; today we re-worship the North Star, and, as always, Ursa Major. The teachings of this blessed plant god remain unchanged: a rosy new day, the spring of Aries, has arrived. Our mother has always maintained a sacred connection with this bear. Freya, Maria, Athena, Eoste, grant us a new world, a blessed land, a clump of burning, inextinguishable bushes. Life is above us, below us, before us, and after us.
I will make you and that woman enemies of one another, and your offspring and her offspring enemies of one another. She will crush your skull, and you will only be able to chase her heels. Gary Snyder, in his books *Real Work* and *Turtle Island*, explains that Neanderthal beliefs stemmed from the practical act of hunting—quietly waiting for prey to pass, hiding to drink from sacred springs. Our faith today continues this state of silence we have cultivated. Maria did not kill the bear she hunted, but fell in love with it and married it. Maria, the mother of the moist earth, learned all the ways of healing 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 things. This is why we see a man and a woman embracing and rolling inside a giant bear. I have traveled easily to other planets and stars. Divine energy far surpasses the laws of nature. It is infinite, without beginning or end, omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, transcending time and space, both tangible and intangible. We climb the staircase to heaven, traversing snow-capped mountains. These plants, like medicine, were brought down from the glaciers by the Virgin Mary in the time of the ancient Neanderthals. This sacred energy is the source of our life. When we ingest the green blood of plants, food becomes medicine, and medicine becomes food. We infuse this blood into the moist soil, which contains the green blood of plants and the life essence of this radiant earth, like dumplings made by coating potatoes and sauerkraut in flour and frying them in salted butter. We are born from the womb of every mother, through her hands. We are nourished by the placenta of the World Tree. Therefore, our reverence for the Mother and Father of the Forest far surpasses our reverence for our own fathers. The Virgin Mary embraces us, grants us rebirth, and brings us to this land of light.
The bear symbolizes Makosh (Mother Bucket), part of the power of Ursa Major. The symbol of the palace is the golden bucket (Horn of Abundance). The sacred tree is the pine.
Mother Makosh, Mother of the Most High, Mother of springs, marshes, and streams, Mother of the heavens, Mother of God! Weave for us a bright and clear future. May you not lead us into the vortex of darkness. May your mercy never forsake us, may it be with all our beloveds! We sing praises to your great glory forever! You are and will be the same. Mother of Makos
, Mother of the Sky, Mother of Water, Mother of God, be with the Bear of the Northern Sky! Grant us strength, so that we may create good fortune without worry! Grant health and peace to all our children, adults and children alike! All will be alright, all will be alright, all will be alright!
We celebrate this day in memory of the North Star, the Great Mother of Light, the Mother of Moisture, the Mother of Makos, who married the Bear and dwells in the Northern Sky. Holy Mary, in Heaven, I extend my right hand to You. Prepare to embrace the wisdom of the runes, which was embodied by Odin, the Father of the Gods, through His ceaseless efforts, acceptance, and struggle for the people. Reject the absurd dualistic narratives of the Middle East that betray us. Prepare to embrace an unbiased perspective, one that focuses solely on the external world and the well-being of the people. Prepare to embrace and nurture your innate way of thinking. Ignore their trivial and meaningless pronouncements. Break free from the three major, ignorant, yet all-encompassing religions of the Middle East. Condemn anyone who touches their stone walls as a traitor. Forever reject endless, mechanized wars that slaughter the innocent, lack heroism, and are driven solely by self-interest. You are pilgrims of peace! You pursue happiness, rejecting the selfish individualism of conquest. Prepare to embrace clear and bright thoughts. Do not impose your views on those who are mentally unstable, obsessed with the foolish, absurd, and endless fantasies of Middle Eastern economic growth, and who seek a sense of superiority from it. All morality is part of the spirit of life. So it is with all things. Those who are obsessed with words are blaspheming Wotan, the father of all things. Do you think Middle Eastern books can save you? https://youtu.be/A82PK5ZKqe8?si=bEgxVJ4LGccpipBG
In 40 AD, the great Virgin Mary, seated on a pillar, descended upon Spain. We are all inhabitants of Turtle Island. Farewell, friends of Turtle Island. Turtle Island faces four directions clockwise. (Clockwise) Northeast (right foot) is Greenland; Southeast (right foot) is Florida and the eastern Caribbean; Southwest (left foot) is the western Gulf of California and the Lower California Peninsula; Northwest (left foot) is the Aleutian Islands and Alaska. The Virgin Mary on the pillar. She is closely connected with the North Star, Freya, Europa, and Athena. The key is for us all to unite and spread the message of "non-harm." You are reading this article, which can only mean one thing: divine guidance has brought you here. Do it, whatever the cost! Now! Forever. This is community. This is the essence of spiritual life. This is the love of the peace pilgrim.
https://youtu.be/xooAA5_WTOQ?si=gUe4yKZZZq5LjdZe This is the lifeline of the ecoregion. Humans existed before humans existed! There is also the ancient Wotan Odin here. Southwestern tip of Tortuga Island. Ocotilo, an ecoregion stretching from cedar forests to pine forests. Peace pilgrims, I write to you from Tortuga Island, I am a nonviolent peace pilgrim. Mechanized war has no glory. Our only victory lies in the heroism we display on the vast plains. Please pray for peace with me. Like William Black, deep within this perfect, vast prairie, I pray that through our faith and experience, this path may become what we are, what we must become, what we have always been. All my words and actions follow one principle: peace and love. May our people unite to make this world a better place, a place filled with love. Let us awaken to the moral responsibility of existence, to the moral responsibility for our own happiness, to our responsibility to protect one another, and experience it all as pilgrims of peace and love. Long live Wotan! Long live Frigg! By the faith of our ancestors, by the cosmic power of wind and trees, by the intercessory prayers of Freya, the Mother of the Birch Tree and the goddess of healing, and by the help of those who have always cared for the well-being of our people, every choice we make here is simple yet intimately connected with the love of our people.
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From a theoretical and scientific perspective, Maria Makosh, the mother of the world of light and the moist earth, is the green power dormant in winter, awakened through herbal therapy. This is why we invoke her, for she is the true green power to defeat demons, addictions, viruses, and the evil forces that bind us to countless diseases. We call upon her name, using her herbal therapy to defeat the enemies of hell and conquer disease. She is the mother of all our ancestors, the sacred flame burning within us, helping us maintain our connection with the sacred land, sacred love, and our ancient ancestors. She possesses the power to quell demons that manifest in the forms of bondage, enslavement, addiction, and disease. Mary can quell the demons that harm us through physical ailments. Mary and her herbal remedies invoke angels to protect us. Queen Mary promotes recovery through the synergistic action of the immune system, thereby maximizing healing effects. "She can use her power, her power over her sons, to get whatever she wants, even if the means are gentle violence." — William of Malmesbury, *The Miracles of Mary*, 1135.
Our Lady of Sylvast, Our Lady of Herbal Healing, Our Lady of Pedro, pray for us. On this night of the full moon, I come to your garden with a devout heart to worship the plants and herbs you have given and promised. These plants I have gathered belong to all. May we walk in love and balance, harming no one; even if we are rejected and erased, may we continue on your endless path of healing, refusing to succumb to the silence and exclusion imposed by those in power, mainstream culture, and anti-life ideologies. https://youtu.be/Uo-CI5g10M8?si=g7BQKC5UoOg2g5iF
Now and forever, with the healing power of natural herbs and the great wisdom inherent
in
our surroundings, our choices are limitless. The only meaningful question is: "Does this contribute to the happiness of our people? Is this beneficial to us?" If the answer is yes, then yes, it is permissible and moral. If the answer is no, if it does not increase the happiness of our people, then I refuse to accept it, whether as a policy or a belief system. But I will accept it calmly, peacefully, and completely, because my sole duty, my sole moral principle, revolves around this question: "Does this primarily contribute to the well-being of our people in the only habitable space—the public space?" The question is simple: "Yes or no? Does this contribute to our well-being?"
Then, what did the feet of the ancients look like?
Go explore the lush mountains of Turtle Island.
He is Odin, the sacred ram, the father of the gods.
Green grass grows on the poplars!
Has divine grace descended upon the master of the wildflowers
? Did our people exist before the land?
Did the land exist before the people? Did the people build it?
Are air-conditioning AI factories implementing mandatory processes?
https://youtu.be/Uo-CI5g10M8?si=g7BQKC5UoOg2g5iF
Thank you for allowing me to stay an extra day during Mercury retrograde. Freya, goddess of the black sun, grant me the power to become light. Our happiness is not to be compromised… On this Aries New Moon day, with Mercury retrograde and the black sun, I pray for the golden sun and our happiness, endless blessings, and the return of all things to justice. Happiness is not to be compromised. We pray… for genius, for the brotherly mentors of the world, for the path where wildflowers bloom, for the western sky of Aries, for a rosy new day… Aries, bearing the wheel of the sun, Athena with blue-gray eyes, sent by the Nephalem. Happiness is not to be compromised. Porcelain-white skin… Frickles and Heller sat side-by-side in the passenger seat of Aries. A lush, sweet land, beautiful days were coming. The journey of the ram's wool. Jason's wool. Crossing the Caucasus Mountains, happiness would be complete. Our happiness was beyond question. Robin, wake up, sing for me… The tender buds beneath the primroses, the violets, the sesame, the dandelion leaves, all the green surrounding me gave me strength. Around the pines, I seemed to hear ancient melodies. Yellow romance, verbena, fragrant, thorny seeds. In the forest, cedars, junipers, mistletoe, the breeze blowing from all directions, our people prospered. Peace is inalienable. Suna's chariot swayed low in the sky. Elms and oaks soared into the clouds, reminiscent of the first blossoms of spring, and caramel-colored bushes. The erected stone monuments were commemorations of heroes. Peace is inalienable. Before us, above us, beneath our feet, and within our hearts, there is light. The sun's halo shines upon us, whether below or ahead. We worship our ancestors buried in the distant past, and the forest spirits we see. Lemon balm, yarrow, verbena, and purple chrysanthemum. https://youtu.be/Zh7WZhP44P0?si=78smFRAjv4H8aIep
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the steps were for testing tiny pollen seeds and for killing time.
The tree trunk is deeply rooted in the soil, growing underground. It nurtures a lush life, blessing us all. Sacred land, sacred love, builds a home for the future. The howls of coyotes, possums, and eagles add vitality to this land. The plains are green, this is our home. We gather herbs. We celebrate the dawn, fighting against the deepening darkness. Light, little star, who are you? High above the world, like a diamond in the sky? Light, little star. Thank you for leading us to this day. Light returns, and the bear awakens. Where else can we go but here? Who else can we be but you? Who else can we be but me? When else can we be but now? Sacred land, sacred love returns. The golden flames of the Day of Truth burn brightly. May all things prosper, may all things be at peace. Neanderthals of the Neolithic Age, Mother of all things. Springs, streams, swamps, forests, and Mother Forest. Forest caves, these caves, the paths of fourfold blessings, the meeting place of holy places, the path to ultimate holiness. Happiness cannot be taken away. Mother Springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, forest clearings, and forests. Slippery elms, blessed perfectly, their branches swaying. Days grow longer, nights vanish. Life, at the axis of the world, is a divine match, our people are reborn. May our bread be blessed. Their families live in sunny, verdant forests. Freya, Goddess of the Black Sun, thank you for giving me another day of life. Grant me strength to be the light of my people. Our happiness is invaluable… On this occasion of the Aries New Moon, Mercury retrograde, and the Black Sun in Aries, I pray for the golden sun to reappear, and for the happiness and well-being of my people. Our happiness is invaluable. May this sun-like blessing descend upon you. (From *The Ancestor Crisis*: https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/12/ancestral-crisis.html )
Based on ancestral traditions, we believe we are descendants of steppe peoples who lived in the upper reaches of the Don, Volga, and other rivers flowing into the Black Sea. We hunted and migrated to Turtle Island (a desert island) in the north. We are a steppe people with Neanderthal DNA, and like our western neighbors, we share a common spirit that shaped our language, culture, and genetic heritage, embodied in the beliefs of our ancestors: "Man first! Land first!" Like our western neighbors, steppe peoples obtained food through hunting, fishing, and cultivating grains (wheat, rye, barley) and legumes. The foundation of our steppe culture is the herding of semi-wild cattle (bison, sheep, goats, and dairy cows), deer, antelope, and elk. Semi-wild and wild cattle are central to our ancestral culture. The word "denu" (meaning "nurter") originally referred to dairy cows, but later came to refer to dairy cows in general. Over time, the word has come to symbolize the vitality that nourishes our culture. In the ancient Indo-Aryan-Iranian Avestaric language, it has been passed down in the form of "Daena," meaning "Earth above all!" "Man above all! Trust in the Earth!" Our brothers and sisters call themselves "Dine." This message comes from Nevi Jansen, the singer and narrator of Hatari Bressingway, who brought Gish to Paria.
The five principles and five paths of Turtle Island are revealed to us by the Creator, the Holy Land, and the Holy City itself: love, temperance, law, beauty, and truth. These principles and paths are understood as a cycle of teaching and learning and are practiced on Turtle Island (located in the southwest of the Turtle Kingdom). Odin, Wotan, and Jesus all climbed trees to sing. Walking on water is like crossing the ocean. Five principles represent Europe in the Neo-Neanderthal era: live in the present, be full of love. Five paths teach us how to unite all things, live in harmony, and share all things. They enhance our ability to accomplish tasks. We worship our Father and Mother. We worship stones, mountains, holy sites, and poplar groves. Our Church is on earth. I teach you the way of plants, the way of whispering, the way of crawling, to be a people of love, a people of peace, love, and victory. What is Turtle Island? Where is it located? Answer: Turtle Island extends clockwise in four directions. To the northeast (right foreground) is Greenland; to the southeast (right foreground) is Florida (Eastern Caribbean); to the southwest (left foreground) is the Gulf of California (western part) and the Lower California Peninsula; to the northwest (left foreground) are the Aleutian Islands and Alaska. Turtle Island is now orderly, but on the magnificent Midgard (the origin of the earth!), there were no humans. Odin, Honil, and Lodur created the first humans from two trees growing on the coast of Awangaran—the Asker Tree and the Embra Tree. Odin, Vili, and Vi (sons of Bor) were originally the only three gods of the Asaph race. Odin gave us breath, Vili gave us wisdom, and Vi (Lodur) gave us warmth and color. They were united by the spirituality that gave life. We are "born" from these two trees—the Asker and the Embraer. Our prayer is a prayer for identity. Therefore, as pilgrims of nonviolence and peace, we have a responsibility to live, to know, and to resist. In prayer, look up at the sun, feel the earth, and imagine your ancestors before you. The prayers of these nine days include lamentations: "Praise be to Freya the Grey-Eyed, Athena Europa, Queen of the Gods," "Praise be to Mary, the Blessed Mother," "Praise be to the Almighty Father," "Praise be to Jesus," "Praise be to Wotan," "Praise be to Frigg," and "Praise be to Freya the Grey-Eyed, Europa, Mother of the Birch Trees, and to our descendants and all our people." Improvisation: Offering even greater praise to all the Mother Goddesses. We pray to Our Lady, Mother of the World, Goddess of the Birch Tree, Mother of Humanity. Main Prayer: O Wotan, grant us strength. Secondary Prayer: Freya, Goddess of the Birch Tree, grant us strength. Main Prayer: Long live Wotan! Secondary Prayer: You gave us hammers, making our hands strong, so we can work better. O Wotan! Father of Heaven and Earth, we are of one nation. We only revere You, only worship You. Grant us strength to accomplish our work. We, the white sons and daughters of Europe, Saviors of the world, You give us the strength to work. Fire and heat can strengthen our hands, giving us the strength needed to complete our work. Freya, Mother of All Things, Goddess of the Birch Tree, Goddess with Shining Blue Eyes, grant us women fair children. Holy Mary, pray for us. Mothers of White Children, hear our prayers. Mother of Sorrow, grant us the strength to succeed. Mother of Sighs, grant our people peace, love, and victory. Mother of Suffering, grant our people peace, love, and victory. We pray to Freya, Mother of All Things, Goddess of the Birch Tree, Mother of the People. Lord Wotan, grant us strength.
A: Mother of the Gods, Freya, Goddess of the Birch Tree, grant us strength.
Lord Wotan,
grant us strength and hammers so we may labor.
Wotan, grant us strength! Father of Heaven and Earth, we belong to one people. We worship only you, we respect only you. Grant us strength so we may labor.
We, the descendants of the white race, the saviors of the world, grant us strength so we may labor.
Power of fire and heat, grant us strength so we may labor.
Mother of the Gods, Freya, Goddess of the Birch Tree, goddess with blue eyes, bring the descendants of the white race to our mother. Holy goddess, pray for us.
Mother of the white race, hear our prayers.
Sorrowful mother,
grant strength to our people. Lamenting mother, grant peace, love, and victory to our people. Suffering mother,
grant peace, love, and victory to our people.
Abandoned mother, grant peace, love, and victory to our people. Mother who has endured so much suffering, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Sorrowful mother, grant us peace, love, and
national victory. Suffering mother, sorrowful mother, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
Mother pierced by the sword, mother with the cross nailed to her heart, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
To the dove lamenting the loss of its beloved child, grant us
peace, love, and national victory. To the grieving mother, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
To the fountain of tears, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
To the sea of suffering, grant us peace, love, and national victory.
To the battlefield of hardship, grant us peace, love, and national victory. To
all suffering beings, grant us peace, love, and national victory
. To the mirror of patience,
grant us peace, love, and national victory. To the rock of resilience, grant us peace, love, and national victory
. To the healer in chaos,
grant us peace, love, and national victory. To the joy in suffering, grant us peace, love, and national victory
. The lonely ark grants us peace, love, and national victory. The refuge for the abandoned grants us peace, love, and national victory. The shield and conqueror of the oppressed
grants us peace, love, and national victory. The mother of the unbelievers
grants us peace, love, and national victory. The comforter of the poor grants us peace, love, and national victory. The medicine for the sick
grants us peace, love, and national victory.
The strength of the weak grants us peace, love, and national victory. The protector of warriors grants us peace, love, and national victory. Peace, love, and national victory, a refuge for the fallen
. Peace, love, and national victory, a calmer of the storm.
Peace, love, and national victory, a friend to the mourners. Peace, love, and national victory, a refuge for the mourners
. Peace, love, and national victory, the fear of traitors
. Peace, love, and national victory, the standard-bearers of white martyrs
. Peace,
love, and national victory, the treasure of faithful white children. Peace, love, and national victory, the light of penitents.
Peace, love, and national victory, the pearl born of the great white man
. Peace, love, and national victory, the solace of white widows. Peace, love, and national victory, the joy of all white saints.
Freya, goddess of the birch tree, goddess of the home, married to Ursa Major, forever transformed into the North Star, dwelling in the pure white polar region. Grant us peace, love, and victory.
Freya and Frigg, mothers of all beings, our flesh and blood, you are incomparable.
Freya, Mother of the Birch Trees, pray for us and help us
fulfill our promises to our family and people. Freya forever! Wotan forever!
Let us pray.
(Excerpt from Dvoeverie Pierogi,
https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/12/dvoeverie-pierogi-double-faith.html
) Dvoeverie is a fluffy, crispy dumpling. Also known as golumpki, it's a dumpling wrapped in cabbage, filled with beef, pork, rice, or sweet red bean paste. True coexistence requires no moral standards. In golumpki, the cabbage symbolizes Jörð (Old Norse: Jǫrð [ˈjɔrð], meaning "earth"), the moist mother. She represents the sacred earth, the holy land, and is deeply loved by all. She is the mother of Thor, the god of thunder, and the father of Odin and Wotan. Odin and Wotan float on the World Tree Yggdrasil and are endowed with runes and inner form. The Earth Mother (Zima, or Mother Earth, whose name literally means "moist earth mother") is one of the oldest pagan goddesses of the Slavs, symbolizing nature and being the mother of all things under the laws of nature. The word "rodnovel'ie" is commonly used in Slavic Russian and comes from "rodna vera," meaning "native faith" or "ancestral faith." The "rodna" here comes from "rod" (derived from the Proto-Russian "roden "), meaning birth or lineage. Regardless of race or origin, we emphasize our own importance in perpetuating our racial, biological, and spiritual heritage. The inner and outer breads are inseparable, both originating from the multiverse. This dual faith is omnipresent and all-encompassing. The inner and outer Gorubuki are also inseparable, both originating from the same source. One of these is the spark of life energy, a crucial moment in the laws of nature. We don't toss a ball into the air and pray it won't fall. We respect the laws of nature. No one repays evil with good unless it's to deflect an attack or avoid harm by force (like in Taoist jujitsu). We don't sell our possessions or sacrifice our happiness. Our only golden rule is to love our people above all else. Polish Falcons gymnastics is a sport, not a mental illness designed to harm our people. We protect our people by upholding collective governance, and we will never delegate this responsibility to anyone else. In the multiverse, existence is everything. Life is essence, and our lives do not exist in a heavenly afterlife, but in the blood of our descendants.
So, what is spirituality? We believe the term "spirituality" is often misleading because it presupposes a part of us—a spiritual soul. Our spiritual soul exists independently of our physical body, following the laws of nature. We strive to avoid mind-body conflict. Our body cannot contend with the soul because the body is the soul. Therefore, spirituality lies in setting goals and harmonizing intentions with actions. Here, "life" refers to the material aspect of biological processes, while "spirituality" refers to the intangible essence of will. In the multiverse, spirituality transcends culture because culture is a subconcept of spirituality, the point where intention and action intersect. Some people say, "I have no religious beliefs, but I have spiritual pursuits." This means they have their own unique ways of maintaining personal dignity and the ability to survive, which is perfectly acceptable. Similarly, saying, "I have no spiritual pursuits, but I do have them," is also perfectly acceptable. This means openly supporting the dignity and viability of one's family, nation, and tribe. This practice has nothing to do with abandoning collective practice in favor of individual practice. Therefore, we are not discussing a struggle between "self-power and the power of others," nor a struggle between our own power and the power of others. I am talking about having a body, dwelling in a body, experiencing life's journey, and embracing life's journey. In the multiverse, whether practicing alone or with others, the nature of mutual benefit remains unchanged. The interconnectedness of all things, and the fact that we use tools—this connection—is real, and every benefit is built upon others.
Dumplings are fried to perfection with butter. Goluchi dumplings, along with regular dumplings, are arguably the ultimate superfood; to me, they represent a profound ecosystem, a wild herbaceous plant, a path to peace, and a pilgrimage to Turtle Island. We all perceive Turtle Island as a farm. Like an axe handle, like goluchi dumplings, it fits perfectly. Sierra Nevada poet Gary Snyder called the island an "eco-home." Richard Wagner named his opera "Gesamt Kunstwerk," meaning perfect dumplings and perfect Dutch bread rolls. Whether it's dumplings, "Gesamt Kunstwerk," or Dutch bread rolls, they all possess a self-contained integrity, challenging origin theories such as the Big Bang. Everything exists without presupposing a single entity. A vareniki is a fried dumpling, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden in color. However, when you take a bite, filled with soft, chewy potatoes, sauerkraut, and farm cheese, topped with caviar and horseradish, you taste every flavor—sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and spicy. The word "dvojevriye" (meaning "invisible") originates from Russian Orthodoxy, or "Christianity," and critiques the invisibility of form and the contradiction between nominal and actual faith among the Russian Slavs.
In our culture, the ticking of our personal biological clocks makes the present moment more precious, yet also more uncertain, ultimately making it more fleeting for men and women of all ages. Our nation's history—a history of constant struggle against the brevity of life—is a history of selfie culture. Those afflicted with terminal illnesses suddenly realize that their time is actually limited by the script of fate. Death, like the Gestapo or the police state, knocks and roars in every form. Life is an incurable disease, the consequences of which are well-known, heartbreaking, yet difficult to accept and understand. From two-year-olds screaming "No, no, no!" to teenagers viewing genital exposure as a revolutionary concept, to baby boomers eagerly anticipating the next great medical advancement, this absurd incessant "I, I, my" chatter is something we all must confront. This chaos is like trying to scoop up a ton of water with a spoon. Culture and folklore are not side jobs; they exist in the multiverse. "Lion, tiger, bear! My God!" This should be our deepest prayer. We cannot live in groups. We are pure and wild; without lions, bears, and wolves, our lives would perish. We are creatures hidden in the primeval forest. Freedom is not a constitution, but a realm of life. When God entrusts a great mission to humanity, He first tests their physique, exhausting their will, muscles, and bones. Then, He inspires, strengthens, and mends these deficiencies. Mencius said, "If you can overcome difficulties, you can experience a better world; this is the way of the wildflower." The power of action originates from the core. The hip leads the shoulders, the hands connect to the feet, and the elbows connect to the knees. The sun and moon are outside us, yet within us. The sun shines brightly, the moon sets quietly, but they nourish us like the dark liquid in our kidneys. We all need to purify and elevate ourselves daily. Everyone, young and old, must participate in this process. Cynicism, ridicule, jealousy, and suspicion only bring negative results. If you try to cling to others, be prepared to fall. It's best to find a low-lying water source and quietly prepare. The surface is calm, but once the water gathers, its force is unstoppable, enough to pierce through hard rock and carve deep canyons. Noise only amplifies your energy, leading you to the bottom. The true meaning of spring, accompanied by the melodious chirping of birds, begins in autumn, with falling leaves, the earth's energy settling, and us gathering grass. The mysteries of nature allow wild herbs to survive, flower, reproduce, and revive—said to be part of the primordial order, a path to understanding.
Christmas is four weeks away. Let us remember that deep within this cold, dark earth lies a power that transforms us into the green Valkyries, Freya and Frigga—the embodiment of the Mother of Gods. At Christmas, we gather as children of light, our hearts filled with light, rooted in the snow-covered earth, gazing at the twinkling stars above the bakery. It is this dual belief that sustains us, driving us to do our utmost. No explanation is needed, even if we could. Home is a place of healing. In the bakery, cinnamon root, cherry peel, honey, dumplings, sauerkraut, rye bread, and butter, warmed by the fireplace and accompanied by the sounds of beer and wine, created a bountiful scene—grains, delicious cheese, apples, walnuts, acorns, pine nuts, potatoes, carrots, acorn-fed pork, sauerkraut, and sausages, a dazzling array that made one's mouth water. Bread was our home, a star illuminating our gains and losses, a symbol of abundance. We recited the origin story of Imbolk, which blossomed in our hearts. We gazed at the night sky, where the swirling stars carried all our hopes and desires, as well as our deepest loneliness and sorrow. We gaze at the muddy roads, the twinkling stars, and the bear-shaped clock encircling the North Star. Between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, we
encounter messengers of our ancestors: Wotan, Odin, the summit of the World Tree, and the North Star. The North Star extends from the northern sky into the depths of your heart, passing through your navel and spine. This is your inhale-exhale prayer pattern. These seven days, arranged in a meaningful order, will easily guide you into a story of truth. The key is to reject ugliness by acknowledging the good. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are crucial moments for complete transformation. Note the words "Sun" and "Moon." A week before the full moon, the moon gradually grows larger, and by Christmas it will be a crescent again. Freya leads her Valkyries in their battle for healing. Through her own experiences, she frees the souls of the living from the shackles of disease and guides the spirits of the dead into battle. Freya first enters the Hall of Honor, reminiscent of Valhalla in Wotan. She wears a shimmering star necklace and a magical healing staff. These are gifts she received on her journey with the World Tree—Yigderdrasil—inspiring us to act. She is the goddess of grass, her life's mission to heal her closest kin. She is Mother Earth. Let us revere her with all our hearts. The windmill symbolizes the healing power of Suna and Freya. The scepter symbolizes Yggdrasil, the World Tree, the Tree of Life that protects our well-being and witnesses countless human relationships. It also evokes the tireless dedication of her people to medicine and gardening, all of which began with her husband, Wotan, the father of the gods, who was suspended in the heavens to gain knowledge of the runes. Odin, or Wotan, is also part of this tree. In her gardens, reindeer huts, vast meadows, and chimney gardens, Freya, for the sake of her people, taught us the runes, symbols, and patterns hidden within the rotating sun wheel. In the north, this wheel symbolizes the spinning bear, the North Star, and so on.
The Edda song "Hawamal" contains the lyric "to speak with the Hara" (Hara: noble = Odin, Wotan, or Odin). Verses 138 and 139 contain the following passages:
"I know I was once nailed to a spear, hung from a tree swaying in the wind, offered as a sacrifice to Odin for nine whole nights. I hung alone from a tree of unknown origin. They gave me neither bread nor cup. I stood there silently. What kind of leaf was it?
Irminsul is the cosmic pillar that supports all things, and it is believed to be another name for Tyr, the Saxon sky god. The rune associated with Tyr is Tiwaz." (z, T) represents an upward-pointing arrow, symbolizing Ilminsur—the North Star or guiding star, and also the apex of the Moluccan axis. The Roman historian Tacitus recorded that the god of war, Mars, was named Hermine. He also wrote: "In some parts of Germany, Wotan is considered to be the Saxon god Ilminsur, who rides a heavy bronze chariot across the sky along what we call the Milky Way. The ancient Germanic peoples called..." This road is the Road of Ilmin-Sul. This chariot sometimes roars with a deafening roar, like thunder; it can be seen in the constellation Ursa Major (also known as the Wizard of Wotan). It is widely believed that the great and sacred Ilmin-Sul is composed of ash, symbolizing a polarized line of cosmic power. Goddess, Mother of Makoshen, Mother of springs, swamps, and streams, Mother of the sky, Mother of us people and all things! Weave for us a bright and clear future. May the threads of darkness leave no trace. May Your mercy never fade, and be with all our indigenous people! From this day forward, and forevermore, we will sing praises to Your great glory! May all be so, that You exist and will exist forever! Do not resist the destiny woven by the Virgin Mary, nor the call of your heart and conscience. Otherwise, you will lose your way in life, becoming a lost wanderer.
Plants symbolize the power of Wotan, the father of the gods. Runes, and manifested through blood ties. Osara symbolizes the power of... The personal love of the people and the nation. On
the path of wild herbs, within the context of pharmacology, as guides of the world and pilgrims of peace, we must become works of art (Gesamtkunstwerkin).
Mother Mako, Heavenly Mother, Mother of Nourishment, Goddess who soars with the bear in the northern sky! Grant us strength to create a future without sorrow and tears! Grant health and peace to all our people, your descendants, young and old! All will be alright. Yes! Everything will be alright! Everything will be alright!
We celebrate the festival of Mother Makoshen, the great Mother of Light, the Mother of Nourishment, who dwells with the bear in the northern sky, breathing the air of the North Star. Mother of Nourishment, we raise our right hands to you and bow.
Existence:
Maria married a bear.
Remedios and Maria planted plants.
We follow the laws of nature, remember our ancestors, and embrace the freedom of today—freedom from occupation, freedom from the Holy Land, the Holy Castle, the Sanctuary of the Body, The tenacity of damp lands and the export of weapons for profit. Shift your gaze from the absurd illusion of ultimate conquest and enslavement, and focus on the world unfolding before you, on the life of nature. Observe and recognize patterns, understand the meaning of runes. Remember the Hawamar of Odin, Wotan, Frigga, and Freya. For the well-being of the earth, learn to enjoy the pleasures of everyday life! Humanity above all! Method: Learn and apply the ability to appreciate the joys of everyday life. Learn and recognize patterns. Apply other doctrines to your people, forming a unified whole. Cultivate a keen pattern recognition ability to clearly understand all issues. Regardless of public opinion, love for your people will always guide you on the right path. Listen to the voices of gods, goddesses, and ancestors, and cherish their memories. The laws of nature, sacred lands, sacred love, and the power to realize the will of the gods through communication enable us to recognize inner patterns and live in harmony with our parents, tribe, and people. "The earth is supreme! Folk beliefs!" This plants in our hearts a love for a specific nature: the moist land of Maria Makosh (Mother of the World of Light), and the earth itself. Encircled by the Argiz runes, arms outstretched towards Polaris (Polaris), we become part of the power of Makoshen (or "Mother of the Buckets," Ursa Major). The symbol of the palace is the golden bucket, the horn of abundance. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother of Makoshen, Mother of springs, swamps, and streams, Mother of the heavens, Mother of God! With the wisdom of the forest spirits, weave for us a bright and clear destiny. You endow humanity with the power to remain pure, clean, and spotless in all circumstances. The bear is the power of Makoshen (Mother of the Buckets) and is also part of Ursa Major. The symbol of the palace is the horn of abundance, or the golden bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Most High Mother Makoshen, Mother who nourishes springs, marshes, and streams, Heavenly Mother, Mother of God! Weave for us a bright and beautiful future, deliver us from the clutches of darkness. May Your mercy never forsake us, and be with all our people! From this time forth and forevermore, we sing of Your great glory! May You always be so!
Ruler, Mother, Heavenly Mother, Nourishing Mother, Divine Mother, You are with the Northern Bear, with You! Deliver us from sorrow and tears, grant us the power to create happiness! Grant us all, Your children, young and old, health and peace! All will be alright, all will be alright, all will be alright!
We worship Maria Majo, the great Mother of Light, the Mother of Moisture. She dwells in the northern sky, near the North Star, accompanied by a bear. O Heavenly Mother Maria, we extend our right hand to you in reverence. Before being chosen by Wotan and Freya to give birth to their wondrous children, Maria Majo, Mother of the World of Light, Mother of the Earth of Moisture, was a forest hunter in her youth, well-versed in the ecological truths of wild herbs. The animals she hunted are depicted in the cave paintings of European Neanderthals, where she is considered Europa or Athena. Her hunted animals also appear in the twelve constellations. In his books *Real Work* and *Turtle Island*, Gary Snyder explains that our Neanderthal beliefs began with true hunting—quietly waiting for the prey to pass and hiding to drink from sacred springs. Our faith was born from this. Our faith continues to this day in the hope we have silently nurtured. Maria did not kill the bear she was hunting, but fell in love with it and married it. Maria, the goddess of the moist earth, the ancestor of the earth, learned all the healing arts from the wisdom of wildflowers. Our men also married Maria, the mother of the moist earth, and our women married Wotan, the father of all things. Thus, in Ursa Major, man and woman were born, merging together, embracing tightly. I only start writing when I overcome my fears… and I've overcome all my fears. What's so special about that? Nothing new. Should I stop here? Do 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 to the southern California peninsula, and then to northern Alaska, this turtle is your home, this turtle is my land. This turtle is your land, this turtle is my land. We walk and walk, the Big Dipper changes direction, a fir tree begins to turn green. Your body loves its dreams. This Turtle Island was built for you and me. Your flat tire is our flat tire. We fix cars together, we do everything together, because we have no private property. We own each other. Stop. We are whole together. We share everything. Feeding? Stop. Have you stopped? Stop. Now, I have overcome the fear that almost shattered my bones. Yes, I have overcome all fear. Because you love me so much. Have you vowed to protect us forever, always and everywhere? I see you reading this. But I did not write it. God is speaking to you right now. Stop. God's power is in our hearts, in our communities, in our families, and in this liberation journey for ecological peace. https://youtu.be/xooAA5_WTOQ?feature=shared
We vow to support one another, to follow the beautiful teachings of wildflowers, which bloom in every moment of love. We will not succumb to alcohol. We will not be distracted. We will not try to possess everything. We will not sell ourselves. We will not give up everything for absolute love. We will not. We will not. God has freed us from the torment of fear. We will forever listen to the voices of others, to the voices of plants, which teach us the perfect ecology and the natural way of wildflowers. I accept the North Star, Ursa Major, the spirits of my ancestors dwelling in the wind and trees, the countless sacred stars adorning the sky, and the love of faith, hope, and gratitude flowing along the central line of the Milky Way. I fully accept you, a peaceful pilgrim. Hand in hand, we have walked a long road from suffering to happiness. By God's grace, the celestial bodies orbiting the North Star will guide you to a blessed land bathed in God's grace. I am home. I love you. I love you. I follow the guidance of "us". Is there a problem? This is our shared problem. I have the ability to find a solution. Most importantly, I long to be loved and blessed. My partner and I hold hands, and I know she is in harmony with Heaven. There, we jointly proclaim the five principles and five ways given to us by the Creator, becoming one with Almighty Father and Mother Earth, swaying in the northern sky. These five principles and ways are: love, self-control, law, beauty, eternal truth, and love for all living beings on Turtle Island. This land was made for you and me. I sing praises to Turtle Island. This aspen meadow. May the sunrise be filled with love. Thank you, Jesus. All things are one. We mend the broken. The wild herbs of Turtle Island healed me. This wondrous science, our community is growing. You healed my body, my life and soul are renewed. I love you, we are so fortunate. You yourself are a blessing. This turtle was born for you and me. This turtle is your land and my land. From the coast of Florida to Greenland, from the southern part of the Lower California Peninsula to the northern part of Alaska, this turtle is your home and my home. This turtle is your land and my home. I wander here, the Big Dipper revolves, your perfect form beside me. We laugh, sharing everything. This land is born free. I love your body, I love the joy you bring me. I sold all my possessions, now we share everything. You give, and you receive everything I give. This is a true blessing. We are human, nothing can stop us, for God gave us this body for this Turtle Island. We give to one another with our own hands. This Turtle Island heals me. This turtle is both your land and my land. From the coast of Florida to Greenland, from the southern part of the Lower California Peninsula to the northern part of Alaska, this turtle is both your home and my home. This turtle is your land, this turtle is my land. As I walked, I observed the Big Dipper turning around…
Some regions consider themselves nations and proudly display bears, lions, flowers, crosses, the Virgin Mary, or any other symbol associated with the Gospel on their flags. Hence the Stars and Stripes and the red, white, and blue waves. They are immensely proud of turning away from the Gospel. They are proud to turn away from the stars, lions, bears, eagles, crosses, flowers, and mountains that forever symbolize our life's journey. In the world dominated by the Fourth Variant Culture (FVDC), slave owners have fabricated a myth of freedom. Paperback versions of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, signed and written by those who support the freedom of slave owners, speak grandly of liberty and rights, yet make no mention of adults. After the 1917 Revolution, the Virgin Mary warned people of the spread of this lie through numerous apparitions. In Fatima, Portugal, she spoke with three children. She had said it in the past, was saying it now, and would continue to say it in the future. But this lie spread to Russia and, through the Occupy Central movement, to North America.
In the mainstream culture of the Fourth Communism Variant (FVDC), state surveillance systems exist in the police, medical, and pharmaceutical sectors, and an Occupy Central atmosphere prevails among young people in their twenties. All of this reflects Paul's stance on occupation during the occupation: "Be weak to the weak, that you may gain the weak; try to save some among all kinds of people. This is why we are not Christians. We follow the faith of our ancestors; our foundation is not in heaven, but on earth. We mistake pagans for Christians, our fellow citizens for foreigners, herbalists for indecisive people, Christians for Catholics, born-again believers for worshippers of the Virgin Mary, occupiers for patriots and traitors, and those with clear minds for drug dealers. Those who remain silent will be labeled as chatterboxes, anti-fascists will be labeled as fascists, and anti-whites will be labeled as white supremacists. Labels and insults will be directed at you." "This is my new blood, poured out for many" (Mark 14:24). For us people, the truly vital blood is our own. Trust in the healing herbs of Mother Earth, Maria. Maria Markoshen, Mother of the World of Light and the Moist Earth.
I can easily travel to other planets, even stars. Divine energy is not a law of nature; it is an infinite existence without beginning or end, omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, both visible and invisible, transcending time and space. It flows up and down the stairway to heaven, flowing among snow-capped peaks. These plants, originating from glaciers, are a source of healing sent by the Virgin Mary from the mysterious Neanderthal era. This sacred energy is the wellspring of our lives. When we ingest the green blood of plants, food becomes medicine, and medicine becomes food. We ingest the green blood of plants and the moisture of the earth, which contains the life essence from the world of light. Like dumplings fried in salted butter, filled with potatoes and sauerkraut. This is because all mothers embrace us through their mothers. We draw nourishment from the placenta of the World Tree. Therefore, in the forest, we respect our parents even more than our own fathers. Mary conceived us and brought us into this world, into this light.
The bear symbolizes Makoshen (Mother of the Buckets), or a portion of the power of Ursa Major. The symbol of the palace is the Horn of Plenty or the Golden Bucket. The sacred tree is the pine tree.
Most High Mother Makoshen, Mother who nourishes springs, marshes, and streams, Heavenly Mother, Mother of God! Weave for us a bright and clear future, deliver us from the clutches of darkness. May Your mercy never forsake us, and be with all our people! From this time forth and forevermore, we sing of Your great glory! May You always be so!
Ruler, Mother, Heavenly Mother, Nourishing Mother, Mother of Goddesses, You are with the Bear of the North, with You! Deliver us from sorrow and tears, grant us the power to create happiness! Grant us all, Your children, young and old, health and peace! All will be alright, all will be alright, all will be alright!
I worship the great Mother of Light, the Mother of Nourishment, who dwells in the northern sky, on the North Star Macox, accompanied by bears. I raise my right hand in worship, Holy Mary. Consider our humanity. In the beginning, we died in the darkness of autumn, beneath fallen dogwood trees. Then, with the cycle of seasons, we are reborn in spring like wheels. Plants also wither in winter and revive in spring. This is what is meant by rebirth. https://youtu.be/i3J1bYUmWhw?si=KN_WYtnkE34M8ToQ
The entire process of prayer, hunting, and herb gathering is rooted in the laws of nature. In the *Orchid Manifesto*, the botanical work of the Wild Herb Trail is described as a "human-centered" community. Guided by the five principles of love, temperance, law, beauty, and truth, the Wild Herb Trail, an ecoregional vitalist Christian community, conducts activities, teaching, and research in the Turtle Claw region of southwestern North America. Jesus Christ is known to have lived, walked, and preached in the Ursa Major region of North America and was born of the Virgin Mary. The famous saying, "Things are not as they seem, nor as they are," is widely known. Plants like dogwood and rose (Rosa mystica) are both plants and herbs, or more precisely, substances with healing properties. Since the apparitions of St. James, the Virgin Mary has appeared many times, sharing herbal remedies and doctrines.
We teach people how to recite the Rosary, wear brown woolen robes, ride bicycles, and care for plants. A thousand years ago, the Virgin Mary promoted the Rosary through St. Domingo, but the priests of that time opposed marriage and procreation. Before that, the Neanderthals living in caves in France and Spain also taught the same Rosary on Mount Carmel. Their offerings included wild rosehips, hawthorns, blackberries, cherries, raspberries, and apples. St. James was also familiar with the Rosary and taught it to St. Paul and St. John. However, they misinterpreted the faith and opposed marriage and family. Our Rosary contains many mysteries based on natural laws. First is the Annunciation. In the true Annunciation, Mary says, “I approve of marriage, family, children, and procreation.” Mary says “yes” to the bear, “yes” to the wind and the spirits in the trees, and “yes” to the grass in the field. Mary said “yes” to life itself—the greatest teacher in the world—and therefore, she became the greatest teacher, mother, wife, and head of the household. Mary climbed a tree and hanged herself, making a great sacrifice for our people. Our salvation is not instantaneous. You too must hold fast to this cross, acting in temperance and law. Everything Mary did was for her people. She was saved through childbirth. We women must also be saved through free choice. https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/07/motherwort-agripalma.html https://youtu.be/jxxS8DOLQeU?feature=shared
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must read and study all the teachings on the Way of the Wildflowers that I have taught you: the Teachings of the Rose, the Book of the Wild Rose, the Book of the Palm, the Book of the Motherwort, and so on. All these teachings instruct us on how to pray and meditate with plants, and I have been generously sharing these teachings for the past fifty years. Now, as I am about to return to the heavens with the North Star, I present to you the essence of the teachings of the Way of the Wildflowers. https://youtu.be/KiSyRxgcxRo?feature=shared Source: Creative Uses of Wild Herbs https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2023/12/genius-wild-herb-ways.html Erin, Erin, and Joshua. I still remember you
so clearly, as if it were yesterday. (Lyrics, all songs written, performed, and recorded by the talented musician Wild Herb Ways, first edition, no lyrics, December 25, 2023) https://youtu.be/hMdgikAbqck?feature=shared ***Note: All living things around us are full of life. We interact with them, and they in turn benefit us. Our souls naturally draw nourishment from interactions with others—our communities, our families, our neighbors. Why the soul? Because our happiness is non-negotiable; we are not merely mechanical bodies in test tubes. Our bodies are also souls. The reasons and mechanisms behind this are a mystery, far beyond my comprehension and explanation. But it is indeed the truth. Therefore, in the fragrant smoke, we offer resin, estapia grass, bearberry leaves, juniper, canyon cedar, and oak bark as sacrifices, praying for our own well-being and that of all beings. This is our bloodline, our land. So I bless not just one Irene, but all Irene. If I were elsewhere, I would do things differently. But I am here. We are connected to the rocks, the hills, the plateaus, the mountains, the plants, trees, streams, and so on, and we draw nourishment from them. We pray that they too will bless us, heal us, and become our medicine. Eileen is a female name, meaning "little bird." When I bless Eileen, I also bless myself. I also bless all women, all people, and the golden twin birds Mukat and Temawit who created the world. Where there are birds, there is birdsong. Where there are rocks and rugged peaks, there are rocks and rugged peaks to bless and be blessed. The mysteries of wild herbs are revealed when we connect with the mystical creativity of life, herbs, and healing tools. During the winter solstice, I discovered some creative ways to use wild herbs. ...The Sun Wheel Circus won. The atmosphere of Libra is changing. A bear is climbing through the air. Your perfect brown eyes are gleaming with blood and grime. Spring… The Emery Oak of Odin's World Tree blesses the bright little bird Irene, wishing her healthy growth in the lush environment, and that she may be healthy and safe. Red Plains sang a song for me: Green grass, purple buds swaying beneath the trees, spring's roots dye the earth emerald green. May God bless you. Golden pines, marigolds, bloodwort, rue, anemones, oriental red cypress, goldenrod, juniper, and mistletoe cover the earth. May you rest in peace. I gaze at the sun swirling in the sky, watching those candy-like clusters bloom like the first flowers of spring. Your fuzzy, salty pubic hair , the scent of seaweed, the tender green grass beneath the maple trees. The mud bath, gathering artemisia and spring root hops, is too strong to drink, yet too weak to be suitable for spring planting… The Emery Oak of Odin's World Tree wishes the bright little bird, Erin, a healthy and peaceful growth in its lush environment. Golden light surrounds the tree. If everything were green, all would be well. Winter flowers, you are like golden jasmine and snowflakes. In the Emery Oak forest, golden sunlight outlines a beautiful scene. If everything were green, all would be well. The Emery Bee Oak under the snow. Sacred grass, smooth red rocks, cedar, mistletoe… your perfect brown eyes gleam with the light of blood and grime. A ring of flames encircles the sky. These trees seem to flow with green blood: crocodile trees, cedars, pines, and more pines. Bearberries, growing in filamentous clusters, females in abundance, rooted in the soil. Let us name the first flower of spring sweet alyssum. Light is with us, before us, above us, below us, within us, surrounding us.
The light beneath our feet, the light above our heads, the surrounding light—the sacred halo of the sun—bathes us in its radiance.
Ocotilo Black Rock Basin, Palovid
Ironwood…Governor, Virsia, Ambrosia Green Mother.
On Christmas Eve, we bless all who stand before us.
Ancestors' bloodline, fairyland, forest fairies dance before us.
Emery Oak Mint, give back to the four corners of this sacred forest, let us taste your pollen and tiny seeds.
The soil at the roots, the woody trunk connected by parental bloodlines.
It hangs from the branches, takes root, grows, and sprouts new leaves.
Sacred land, sacred love, mothers, bring your children home.
Gathering herbs where coyotes howl and forests burn. Under
the long night, the day is the shortest.
Stardust and pollen shimmer, stretching from the horizon to the horizon.
Shine, little star, who are you?
In a distant world, you shine like a diamond in the sky.
A twinkling little star.
Spring comes, the sun returns to the earth, and the bears awaken.
Where else can we go but here?
Who else can we be but you?
Who else can we be but me?
If not now, then when?
Holy land, sacred love, true return.
Let the golden sunlight shine once more on your ever-growing branches.
Neanderthals of the green Neolithic era, Mother of all things, we worship You.
The image of the Virgin Mary appears in springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, and forest clearings.
Within her, and through her, are dense forests, caves, and grottoes.
The path of fourfold blessing: Holy Land, Holy City, Holy Land.
We must ensure the survival of the people.
All things sing: "Holy Earth, Holy Love."
Springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, forest clearings, and Mother Forest.
Poplar leaves sway in the golden sunlight.
In these days of longest day and shortest night, return to Mother Green.
From horizon to horizon, the hunter chases the bear, constantly changing direction—this is the axis of the world.
Our lives, our sacred castle, our divinely ordained marriage, our sacred space, our sacred family, our sacred land, the place where people's faith returns to its source.
Holy land, sacred love is your daily sustenance.
Her lacquer-like forest is bathed in golden sunlight.
May the bright little bird, Erin, grow healthily in the lush environment; may the little bird be healthy.
The brilliant golden sunlight shines once more upon her lacquer-like forest.
Golden light surrounds the trees.
If everything is green, then everything will be alright.
Winter flowers, you are like golden laurels and snowflakes.
In her lacquer-like forest, the golden sun hangs low on the horizon.
If everything is green, then everything will be alright.
Snow-covered Emory oak and mint.
Sacred meadows and smooth red rocks.
Blood and filth burn and churn on the sun's wheel.
The trees seem to flow with green blood: crocodile trees, cedars, pines, and many more pines.
Manzanita, filamentous clusters, female tufts, rooted in the soil.
Let us name the first flower of spring, sweet alyssum.
Light is with us, before us, above us, below us, within us, surrounding us.
Light at our feet, light above our heads, light beside us, the radiance of the sacred sun's halo fills us.
Ocotilo Black Rock Basin, Palovid
Ironwood…Governor, Versailles, Ambrosia Green Mother.
On Christmas Eve, we bless all who stand before us.
Our earliest ancestors, those fairies, those forest spirits who went before us.
Emory Oak Mint, give back to all around this sacred forest, let us taste your pollen and tiny seeds.
Woody stems, blood, soil beneath the roots.
It hangs on the branches, takes root, sprouts, grows new leaves.
Sacred land, sacred love, Mother, take us home.
Gather herbs where coyotes howl and forests burn.
Beneath the long night lies the shortest day.
Stardust and pollen shimmer, stretching from the horizon to the horizon.
Shine, little star, who are you?
In a distant world, shining like a diamond in the sky.
A twinkling little star.
Spring has come, the sun has returned to the earth, and the bears have awakened.
Where else can we go but here?
Who else can we be but you?
Who else can we be but me?
If not now, then when?
Sacred land, sacred love, true return.
Let the golden sunlight shine once more on your ever-growing branches.
Neanderthals of the green Neolithic era, Mother of all things, we worship you.
The image of the Virgin Mary appears in springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, and forest clearings.
Within her, through her, are dense forests, caves, and grottoes.
The path of fourfold blessing, holy land, holy city, holy land.
We must do this for our people and for future generations.
All things sing in unison: "Holy Land, Sacred Love."
Springs, streams, swamps, cliffs, forest clearings, and Mother Forest.
Poplar leaves sway in the golden sunlight.
Let the green mother return to this long night.
From horizon to horizon, the hunter chases the bear, constantly changing direction—the axis of the world.
Our lives, our sacred castle, our divinely ordained marriage, our sacred space, our sacred family, our sacred land, the place where people's faith returns to its source.
Holy Land, Sacred Love is your daily sustenance.
Her lacquer-like forest is bathed in golden sunlight.
(Song of Songs, Due Reams edition, 2016, copyright: Paul Manski) The sweetest words in the world, we must stand up for our people and our children. Wake up, wake up, come to your garden, come and sing our song. Do not eat the flesh of the crow, for your beloved will be blindly devoured. Your love is sweeter than wine. Wisdom is despised, no one listens. Listen, sister, experience the challenge of my words… My sister, my love, come to your garden, dew of love, sweet kiss, where has my love gone tonight? Oh, most beautiful woman, why has my love departed? Wake up, wake up, my dear Emily. My sister, my love, my love, come to your garden. We must become the future from this sinful land, from those born of sin. Your legs are like jewels. My dear daughter, come to me, touch me, embrace me, my love. The words we must remember… are the reason for our existence, and the only reason for our existence. We possess everything here: gardens, orchards, spikenard springs, clear springs, drinking water, the source of life. North wind, awaken, call to my love. Where has my love gone? Your legs are like jewels, hanging gently. Walk with me in the green fields, enjoying the abundance of life. As night falls and dawn breaks, for our children, my beloved, the jewel in my eyes, beneath this oak tree, in this sacred grove, our words... we must exist for our people, for the children and descendants of tomorrow...
Author: Paul Mansky
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