Sell everything you own. Pool your resources for this commune. Called, hearing listening, "I am healing you."
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The mountain is happy because of this rain.
The forest is happy because of this rain.
The fir trees are happy because of this rain.
Mother Elk is happy because of this rain.
The robin is happy because of this rain.
The aspen trees are happy because of this rain.
The chipmunk is happy because of this rain.
The black bear is happy because of this rain.
I am so happy because of this rain.
Wild Herb Ways is happy because of this rain.
This mountain is happy because of this rain. The clouds are bringing the rain, and this mountain is happy because of it. Hey anah, hey Wan ney yo.
I have returned to Meadow Mountain once again, to experience the forest as it stretches upward—all the way from the *Gobernadora* and *Ocotillo* of the lower elevations to the fir and pine groves above. It is a beautiful journey.
I ask you to take it with me my brother, my sister, my grandmother, my children for our people. So they may live. So we may live together as if the the most important thing is to live as if your life mattered. This is now for us an essential additional chapter on the endless path of medicine, bringing well-being to our people.
I have been gathering pollen from Ponderosa, Apache, Chiricahua, and White Pines; roots of *Yerba del Lobo*; leaves of *Betonia*; and sprigs of *Heuchera* (Coral Bells), *Fireweed*, and *Horseweed*.
I had prepared myself to face the drought—an Anasazi-scale drought, one that lasts fifty or even a hundred years. I have been coming here since before the great fires of 2011—indeed, since even before the Yellowstone fires of 1986—marking forty years in all; yet, in the grand scheme of things, this is but a minuscule window of time. Nevertheless, it has been enough to witness the plants retreating—shrinking back into narrow niches, marginal zones, and the hidden seeps and springs found within secluded sheltered coves.
One fundamental truth remains: an ethical person would never hunt down the very last specimen of a species—the "Grizzly Bear plant," so to speak—yet people do precisely this, driven by the mantra *cognito bommerto sum*: "I think, therefore I *boom*." We might add a corollary to that: "I evade, therefore I surrender my lungs to the 'American Spirit'—that *Ameristan Boomer Big Tobacco Spirit*." To bear witness to a lifetime of drought is always a cruel experience. Yes, I acknowledge change, aging, and death—*Sa’ah Nagah’ Bike Hozogo*. I accept the dynamic nature of change. I do not wish to fall into the trap of embarrassing doomsday posts, nor do I wish to descend into cliché. Even as a man—a world teacher, a genius world teacher, a Chosen One, a person of absolutely no special status, one who converses with *Maria Santissima Nuestra Señora de los Remedios*, and one who can quickly reach *Señor Jesucristo* and the Twelfth Mahdi all on speed dial—I possess little power to change the world; I can only change my socks and underwear. Yes, I am prone to grandiose delusions—and I admit this with complete and utter humility—as an ultimate Solutrean "Five Percenter." As Greg Allman sang: I climbed the mountain to see what I could see—those dreams I shall see forevermore. And so, I weave these improvised melodies.
I am very happy. I am... well, like the coral bells—or even the very bark of the trees in this land—yet I always pray to God: "Please, let the robins be happy because of this rain."
https://youtu.be/3tt3oMLqOcQ?si=_VDLvG8rK4oJ6H7ZLet the aspens be happy because of this rain.
VZ passes by the snow cornices, the dogwood forever flowers smelling like soap and the blooming red-osier dogwood.
From miles away we will become smelling our roses and fall in love once again with living entirely for one another.
Nav- said, 'It's not your job to change the world, but it is your choice to live as if you, we together will change the world." This rain falls upon the forest, for the good Rain God is holding back the rain, the heavenly dew does not fall. Only this dry wind, currently punishing the people of the Earth—punishing *our* people—though here, I use the word "nation" merely as a figure of speech. Because the people here have only one priority, 'ease', everything with as little effort as possible. The men and women both star fish, laying there unable to fuck the blues away. Watching, observing, waiting for guru saviours to take the pain away. Listen then your God is fentanyl, your God is high grade marijuana, and you stoner, call 911 religion fruitless childless dog walkers, cat people. https://youtu.be/1HkP0muMm1g?si=ITnOBG4N8WuvhXDn
But I always pray: "Dear God, please do not punish the plants. Do not punish the elk. Do not punish the bears." Once, while I was gathering pine pollen, a bear walked directly toward me. It walked right up until it stood before my very eyes.
I could tell that the bear had been watching me for a long time.
And never before had I seen a bear approach a human being so directly. I knew that the bear wished to bless the pine pollen I was gathering. It stood beneath the very same pine tree—the tree from which I had been collecting the pollen. It planted its left paw upon the ground and lowered its nose to the spot where the male pine cones—the pollen-bearing catkins—had fallen. It was sniffing *me*, and it was sniffing the pine tree. I came close to throwing down this bear woman and wrestling with her making her my wife and partner. Maybe I did but I will not tell you. If we married then sooner or later dear children will come with hairy cinnamon bodies. Together, we offered a prayer alongside the pine pollen. Summer is happy because of this rain. https://youtube.com/shorts/dvoFIRunN6A?si=zQ78Wtzuj1rLvQRY
The robins are happy because of this rain.
https://youtube.com/shorts/79pJIHmSCPU?si=0I2oR-Ub55iuGGALYou can see glimpses of red here and there—the tips of the blossoms. So, we have the fireweed, the crabgrass horseweed, the *terrestrius*... and they, too, are happy because of this rain. The paths of Wild Herb Ways are joyful because of this rain.
The Wilder Boys are joyful.
Wilder Ways is joyful.
Wilder Ways is joyful because of this rain.
I cannot even articulate what it is that you are truly seeing.
Here are four of our tinctures. They make our people stronger. This is why God gave us these herbs. This is the sum of everything I teach. People ask: "So, what *do* you teach?"
Mary has been crowned. He crowned Mary right there on the trail, and I had to move quickly... joyful because of the rain. I am so joyful. It possesses aromatase-inhibiting properties—beneficial for boosting testosterone in men—and works even better when paired with *Trebolis*. Have a wonderful day; may your teachings be wonderful.
Great teachings from Wilder Boyce.
So, for the past month, I have been camping at Meadow Mountain. Before that, I camped at the foot of another "sky island" mountain—a place where giant Saguaro cacti grow. I observed many of the same signs: walnut trees resembling bleached bones, cottonwoods, and oaks—trees with trunks measuring one to two meters in diameter. How long must it take for a walnut tree to grow to such a size, only to eventually become a leafless, skeletal husk? The same applies to the oaks and cottonwoods. Two hundred years, perhaps.
On Tuesday, May 26, 2026—the Tuesday following Pentecost—just as the *Senecio* plants were transitioning from yellow bloom to seed, the *Hymenoxys hoopesii* (known as *yerba del loba*) began to flower.
Here we have our "Arnica" liniment, crafted primarily from the roots with a small addition of the flowers. Its lactones and volatile compounds are strictly for external use on unbroken skin; it should be applied in exactly the same manner as traditional Arnica. Then we said Arnica amen, so it is. *Yerba del loba* must never be taken internally.
Yerba loba is for the outside flesh. Pray to Yerba del loba. Last night as the moon was rising the wolves began to howl. The howling wolves make rising gibbous moons, nearly full, then the moon supports the pine pollen.
During the third week of May,
we arrived at *Doce Pinos*—the "Twelve Pines"—the very site where #SeñorJesucristo and #NuestraSeñora de los Remedios are said to have appeared. Said to appear? Look both Jesus and Mary walked here before the soil was crunchy dry. I saw them. I am like Thomas I believe because I have seen. Here, we gathered pine pollen and engaged in the healing of our "eco-souls"—under the guardianship of the visionary mentor behind Wild Herb Ways—to foster a profound sense of well-being. One of the teachings imparted here in 1918 was this: "Those who flee shall lose their lungs." Sadly, this remains true today:
"Some people sacrifice everything for *remedios* (remedies), while others sell off everything"—even the very homes of their children. Yet, the true path of *Wild Herb Ways* still endures here in #SantaFe. May you be blessed by these #remedios found amidst the Twelve Pines. Amidst the invocation, "Jesu cum María sit nobis in via"—"May Jesus and Mary walk with us upon the path." This was the prayer of the Solutrean, Cristobal Colon.
Within the framework of *Wild Herb Ways*—as recognized by the genius world-mentor #PaulManski—two etiologies of disease are acknowledged: one natural, and the other supernatural. "The non-medical system is a framework that interprets illness as the result of intervention by a purposeful agent—an agent that may be human (witches, sorcerers), non-human (ghosts, ancestors, malevolent spirits), a supernatural entity, or even a pathogenic 'meme' transmitted through the entertainment news media."
Much like the peoples of *Turtle Island* during the era of its reconquest, *Wild Herb Ways* represents a potent synthesis of the Old World and the New. Shunning the pursuit of fame, it attributes all power and efficacy to God alone.
#Heuchera parvifolia—Small-leaved Coral Bells Root. (Family: Saxifragaceae).
Blooming on rocky cliffsides at an elevation of 2,800 meters during the third week of May. Much like #Krameria, it stands as one of the most reliable astringent remedies in the American Southwest. It is said that #WildHerbWays himself once sat beneath these very cliffs to engage in healing practices. To *Our Lady of Good Success*—*Nuestra Señora de Remedios*—this path is dedicated; it is known as the *Camino de Penitencia* (The Path of Penitence).
This boundless path of medicinal healing is the sole path taught by the genius world-mentor #PaulManski—a path dedicated to fostering well-being through the practice of #herbmaxxing. May you receive a face-to-face blessing: "Jesu cum María sit nobis in via." Pray alongside these herbs. What, truly, is prayer? Prayer is the acknowledgment of the Creator; it is the recognition that our place within the ecosystem constitutes an integral part of the holistic equation. Men, women, and humanity itself are not the ultimate standard by which all things are measured. We are but a part of the whole. *Sorbus scopulina* (Hawthorn; known in Europe as the Rowan Tree)
Family: Rosaceae.
Although this tree is often referred to as the "Mountain Ash," it does not, in fact, belong to the *Fraxinus* (Ash) genus. It grows at an elevation of 3,000 meters; at this midsummer juncture—specifically around 8:00 AM during the waxing phase of the moon in the third week of May—it comes into its own. It is a small, slender tree, standing approximately four meters tall, and is often found tucked away within dense thickets. Come autumn, its leaves transform into a vibrant fiery orange-red, and it bears clusters of bright red berries. Within the #wildherbways school of herbalism, herbalist #paulmanski RN teaches that this tree serves a dual purpose: it is both a medicinal plant and a plant of supernatural protection, safeguarding us through the ancestral spirits. Its herbal energy is characterized by an astringent, constricting quality; the bark, leaves, and berries can all be utilized as ingredients for a mouthwash. Its therapeutic properties include clearing heat and dispelling dampness, supporting gastric function, promoting urination, reducing inflammation, and facilitating wound healing. It holds a place of significant renown in both TPM (Traditional Persian/Iranian Medicine) and TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine).
The berries should be boiled and allowed to cool before ingestion; alternatively, they may be harvested after the first hard frost has set in, or frozen prior to use. In European folklore, following Halloween, people traditionally weave wreaths from Rowan Tree branches to protect their households against slander, the "evil eye" (*mal ojo*), #brujeria (witchcraft), and the afflictions of cold-related illnesses.
……(The subsequent content is extensive in length, continuing—in the spirit of the original text—to explore themes such as Wild Herb Ways, herbalism, botanical observation, religious prayer, personal narratives, community philosophy, plant utility, and weather chronicles.)
The mountain is happy because of this rain.
The forest is happy because of this rain.
The fir trees are happy because of this rain.
Mother Elk is happy because of this rain.
The robin is happy because of this rain.
The aspen trees are happy because of this rain.
The chipmunk is happy because of this rain.
The black bear is happy because of this rain.
I am so happy because of this rain.
Wild Herb Ways is happy because of this rain.
This mountain is happy because of this rain. The clouds are gathering, bringing the rain; this mountain rejoices in its arrival. Hey anah, hey Wan ney yo.
Sell everything you own. Pool your resources for this commune.
"I am healing you."
Weather:
Monday: Sunny
Tuesday: Partly Cloudy
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday: Rainy.
Remember: You are a healer, not a consumer. You are joining a tribe of healers, and the only thing of true value is this well-being. As you read these words, know that you have been chosen—chosen to love, chosen to heal, chosen to embrace this path of healing with all your heart. More money? No—seek more love. Let go of everything else; you have been called to be a healer. Let healing and love be your highest priority.
#Pedicularis centranthera bloomed earlier this May.
It now grows at an elevation of 2,000 meters, nestled within groves of oak, cedar, and walnut trees. It is a reliable herbal relaxant, effective in soothing the nervous tension that often accompanies physical exertion; it aids in restorative rest, sleep, and muscle recovery. This particular species of *Pedicularis* grows exclusively alongside oak trees.
Other *Pedicularis* varieties found in alpine regions may grow in association with *Senecio*, *Lupinus*, and *Thermopsis*. https://youtu.be/3tt3oMLqOcQ?si=eFoAHlmkuTwlyTRX
