Mary Sits Bear Plants
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She felt compelled to live the fairytale fantasy of continuous economic growth and said over and over, “They keep watchin' (and they keep watchin'), keep watchin' Feels like the crowd is saying Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more), gimme, gimme (more)Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more), gimme, gimme (more)”
God though intervened and sent a biospirit saviour who led her to victory against all odds to birth. In the hospital the father baptized the child with water, chrism and salt in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, Rose Mary. On the birth certificate her father told the nurse the girl's name was Rose Mary. Even within dominant culture annals she was known as such. Later this baptismal mark on her soul led her to earth juice living ice cold water baptism time after time. She was named Rose. Rose not only as plant. Rose also as in Ross for the moorland marshes of Scotland. Ross for the high german hros, horse. Throughout her life the horse and game animals like moose, deer elk and antelope sacred to the virgin Neanderthal Mary huntress would comfort her heart, leading her to theta clear victory strength. Rose, holy biospirit bioregional family plants of Rosaciae and held sacred conjoined to the Neanderthal Virgin Mary mother of God and our mother, who married the Bear and was the mediatrix of all graces with Polaris and Ursa Major. Her father while in the hospital pointed to the north and made the sign of the cross. He said the victory song prayers of Dickey Betts, “You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day Lord, you know it makes me sober high,
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When you turn your love my way. Turn your love my way, yeah.”, sealing biospirit as peace pilgrims in the Nazarene vow of sobriety. The girl called herself RoseMary and later much later she became Rosa, which she shortened to The Rose. She never used the name Sh’quisha, and never understood why her mother whom she called The Karen named her Sh’quisha’h. Later when her deepest identity emerged spontaneously in biospirit she honoured her name, Rosa, all plants spoke to her like hawthorn, she gathered the bark of choke cherry and sour cherry, raspberry, blackberry, the rose hips of nootka rose, woodsi wild rose. She grew up living deep in the fossil fuel nightmare A/C mandate. Even from the walled gated forced air conditioned nightmare sealed apartment, near the suburban sprawl called Paradise City, she knew “Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can, And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man.” She played the drums, sang, played to the Virgin mother Mary who married the Bear and lived sober high in the northern blue sky her arms entwined around Ursa the great bear. She played bass and guitar and knew one day she would become a peace pilgrim and she would play the songs of Duane Allman, Berry Oakley, Richard Forrest Betts. Understanding that in the avataras of spontaneous improvisation there were unquenchable biospirit songs. Songs one day she would perform not as entertainer but as participant in the ecstatic realization becoming of us, as a bioregional peace pilgrim people on Turtle Island.
She understood Turtle Island as clockwise, four directions sunwise in the upper northeast right front foot Greenland, the lower right southeast right foot of the turtle Florida East Caribbean, the lower southwest left foot of the turtle the Gulf of California West and Baja California, in the northwest the upper left front foot of the turtle are the Aleutian islands and Alaska. The Rose knew the Green Orchid Manifesto as love. She would live the ministry of peace with all things in common, of one accord, the bioregional biospirit high sober herbalism of wild herb ways world teacher collective. Rose would gaze out the window facing north. She would look away from the blue glo box, out the sealed solid window, toward the mountains. The blu-glo box covered an entire wall and had thunderous booming speakers that pumped meme pathogens into the air like a poison gas. She would look out the sealed window past the grass the color of emerald gangrene green. It was said Paradise city was where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. She would long for the mountains.
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At night she would wake up to Dreams, sit up and dream it was dark, seeing the mountains. She prepared to put on ‘walking shoes and climb the mountain to see what she could see’. Where she slept it never became dark because there were spotlights, garbled street lamps that made every thing look weird yellow, the color of fear. ‘They paved paradise, put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot.’ She focused her mind in sobriety clarity seeing the moon and stars hidden by the light noise that hid everything real, honest and true. She dreams that impossible dream! To reach that Polaris star, ’til united we are! She felt the mountains to the north deep inside her like a trembling hunger energy that circled around her hips and thighs like a gurgling spring of living water. God had planted this spring and written in her heart the Wild Herb Ways Vitalist Christian in the Five Principles:Love, Sobriety, Law, Beauty, Truth; as teaching/learning, learning/teaching, and is active on Turtle Island in the southwest paw of the Turtle. She felt Turtle Island two inches below her umbilicus belly button as a clockwise turning wheel. She would turn the wheel with her hands in a circle over her abdomen in four directions sunwise in the upper northeast right front foot Greenland, the lower right southeast right foot of the turtle Florida East Caribbean, the lower southwest left foot of the turtle the Gulf of California West and Baja California, in the northwest the upper left front foot of the turtle are the Aleutian islands and Alaska.
God had planted in her the salvation birthing children, as tabernacles that hovered in the blue sky high northern circling the holy star Polaris, in the constellation Ursa Major and protected her from all harm. Just because you do not see the tabernacles doesn’t mean they are not there. Walking mountains, flowing rivers, and walking people, friends who create the nation in the celestial marriage peace pilgrim love family, riding bicycles, gathering herbs, every footstep a prayer. She used to play with dolls and prayed she had a child of her own, a baby "Child, what would please you most to get?" "A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink, and wet". The Karen would laugh at the The Rose and pull the baby doll out of her hands throwing it on the floor, kicking the doll like she once kicked her father, until her father was muted bent and defeated from everything for all time. She had a distant memory of a deep lowered male voice maybe, her father or boys, she wasn’t sure. Maybe she was a man. Maybe it was her own voice.
The Karen had taken the Rose to the media police surveillance squads of weaponized quasi female psycho pysop injectors. She was hoping to transition Sh’quish’h to male and hoping they would start her on hormone blockers, deadly dangerous Dr Mengele experimental medicine injections, sterilization, or at least a deprovera injection, some kind of permanent solution to the problem of love, children family, beauty and the real work. The Karen had tried poisoning The Rose with deadly addictive marijuana gummy bears she bought from the death criminal dealers who operated foul dispensaries. The Karen’s plan was for The Rose to feed her the deadly pharmakeia biospirit poisons from 360 degree angles. Poison from the infotainment television screen, poison dominant culture cinema, poison vaccines, poison injections, poison mind numbing pharmaceuticals designed to injure western biospirit, adderal amphetamine salts, antidepressants, hormone blockers so could fall into a deep deep biospirit sleep and one of The Karen’s constant stream of boyfriend john’s, or perhaps a migrant would meet her on the street, launched from a government regime hotel, could providing the seed so The Rose could maybe have her first abortion rite of passage into eternal the eternal final solution of Karen-dom.
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The Rose though threw up the deadly mind numbing biospirit poison marijuana candy, sold by living biogenic pathogens masquerading in human body shadows, sowing continuous seeds of depression, despair, apology. She resisted the migrants lurking on street corners, the kabob shop psychiatrist, nurse, and counsellors. She refused guilt, self hate, and degeneracy.
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She had left the narrative of guilt and was proud of her own skin. She realized according to the biospirit bioregional vitalist teachings of the small and large medicine deer at the deer house that Valeriana was just an opening sealing and many other ordinances and blessings would follow. Above all she affirming us as a Folk First! peace pilgrim bioregional vitalist people on south west paw Turtle Island was living the nation of place, maintaining the people through the plants. She became an us biospirit woman, using the power to convert our people back to themselves, for the kingdom. Ascending the ladder to heaven. She was able to approve this message.
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She secretly wore the brown scapular. She attended the mass of all time of Christ euro patriot Lefebvre. Before everything she prayed. She signed. She blessed everything and everyone in perfect love. She forgave but never forgot. She said the biospirit rosary to Mary and visualized the stars of the north turning in Polaris. She learned how to center her breath just below the umbilicus belly button in her body which became the whole world. She turned the medicine wheel of unconditional love for us a people. She turned the wheel clockwise and counterclockwise.
The Rose could hear the sounds thunder and zig zag lightning when she longed for the mountains. The only thing she could remember of her father was a man crying his arms wrapped around her mother, Karen’s legs. Karen her mother was kicking him, kicking him in the head, the ribs, his legs in the fetal position over and over, screaming, ‘Get out! Get out!’. The Karen shouting at the man, with a gun in her hand, pointing a gun at his head. Karen then walked toward the open door. She stood in the doorway, grabbed the door handle and slammed the door into her face again and again till her face bled. Then she called 911 and reported she was assaulted. A police helicopter made slow circles around the apartment complex, in Paradise City, shining a spotlight. Two obese women regime police officers both with buzz cuts took Mary’s father away.
The Rose of Mary however would meet her father and other bioregional vitalist herbalists whose lives revolved around teaching and learning the genius world teacher wild herb ways. She discovered the safe houses which looked exactly any other house yet inside were rows of tinctures, medicinal herbs, enormous materia medicas, beautiful women with children who made herbal medicines and lived a life walking in balance. They met secretly in forest filled grottos and sat with plants as taught by the genius world teachers who rode bicycles at nine or ten thousand feet while 75,000 dollar pick up trucks drove by, windows sealed, temperature climate controlled A/C mandate boxes. Inside the boxes they dreamed of another vaccine, more dogs, another age restricted walled gated community, more marijuana, more vicarious living, bigger wall to wall television screens. https://youtu.be/uuo_xnlqBaY?feature=shared
The Karen had been an abortion queen princess. She had listened to rap and hip hop entertainment infotainment as implanted dogma that qualified every decision as fear doubt and selfhate according to the AI. She lived the A/C mandate. She worshipped vaccines. She wore the face tampon mask of humiliation even after the covid lie was exposed to truth as a generational wealth transfer. She campaigned for kabob. She dyed her hair purple. She shaved her armpits and legs looking like a strange poodle. She hauled dogs in child care seats riding through the wasteland in her A/C mandate prius waging continuous war against her peoples validity to advocate in the group politik of experience as governance. Cinema netflex was for her the reference point of all experience. She carried the portable cordless telephone wherever she went. She had enormous lips injected with juvederm and restylane. She thought she resembled a kardasian african queen. Maybe she could get a BBL Brazilian butt lift or maybe she could transition to male, anything to be other than who she was. She referred to AI in all things.
She repeated an endless refrain of mantras, mideast golden parachute, NATO, Nato, Ukraine, Biden, Trump, Putin, more war, must make more weapons, peace through war, war through peace, must abort children, more vaccines, more drugs, legalize marijuana, mushrooms.
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She drank enormous quantities of orange juice. She had orange stickers on her car and social media profiles. Everything was about the juice, juice, always the juice.
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She had a Japanese rising sun flag on her house because it resembled a giant orange and symbolized her worship of orange juice. She had 5 small tattoos below her bikini line, 3 on the left and two on the right, for her five abortions. She used to say, ‘ I had four abortions before I was twenty. You could have been six.’
The Karen went through the transformative change that is duplicated in genius world teaching wild herb ways. She had been miraculously saved by her daughter The Rose. She now at an age in her forties was miraculously made pregnant and carried within her the salvation child biospirit identical to her own that would be dedicated to us as a people. Where before she was addicted to hard drugs like genetically modified marijuana, biological neuro transmitter blocker antidepressants, alcohol, tobacco, nicotine bio-erase vaping devices. Where before she listened to the death music programs of rap, and hip hop, now she gathered wild hops in the collective commune of biosprit experience. She sat with plants in the biospirit teaching of bioregional peace pilgrim Folk First!. She not only learned but she taught the genius method of bioregional herbalism…
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From the Green Orchid Manifesto of bioregion vitalist free always free genius world teacher:" Aralia Rose, Orchid knows, the Orchid Manifesto, thank you. This Green Orchid Manifesto, is a genius peace pilgrim love manifesto. Green Orchid Manifesto & Catechism, Green Book of Perfect Enlightenment which is The Green Orchid Manifesto in a Bioregional vitalist Wild Herb Ways question and answer magical realism format affirming us as a Folk First! peace pilgrim people on south west paw Turtle Island. Everything I have ever written or done has one single message, peace and love standing together for us as a people to make our wellbeing real. I am the genius Wild Herb Ways and approve this message. Hold your slick rock turtle island shoulders high. The Wild Herb Ways plant study is community focused on Wild Herb Ways Vitalist Christian in the Five Principles:Love, sobriety, law, beauty, truth; as teaching/learning, learning/teaching, and is active on Turtle Island in the southwest paw of the Turtle. We understand Jesus lived walked and taught here on Turtle Island and was born to the Virgin Mary who married Ursus Major the Great Bear. "God created us, so walk in balance. Everything that helps us to become is love, so ride with it. So let’s focus on five ways to redo, love, sobriety, law, beauty, truth. The Five ways are how we pool absolutely everything we own to live our life together sharing all things. People will know us for how we share everything to build a better life for us. We are going to find our way by and through sharing herbal knowledge, learning, instruction. People don't understand why we pool our money, our resources, and build a better life for us against all odds. Why? Because whatever it takes to build a good positive situation we will find a way to do it. So many people did all sorts of together experiments in well being. The whole history of North America, Turtle Island was about experiments, social experiments. The Mayflower compact, Anabaptists, the Catholics in St Augustine, Florida, the Shakers, and Quakers, Catholics, Oneida, New Harmony, Mennonites, Amish, it's doable in love. The whole eastern part of this place in the 1800's, all experiments. In the 1960's all kinds of social experiments to make the world a better brighter place, co-ops, spiritual communities, Stephan and Ina May Gaskin's farm. Wild herb ways is about doing the same thing today, the love and peace, peace and love we put forward as together action. My big thing is we do us in sober love, the joy we use is us being together, praying, singing. It's all peace church, plain living, simplicity, coming to well being consensus. We are going to do this together right now as best we can in a positive way. No super big gurus or experts, we are all beginner's mind. When we say the genius teacher wild herb ways we are saying our own authenticity. We are in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing in the right way."
“Now, I don't mind chopping wood. And I don't care if the money's no good. You take what you need. And you leave the rest. But they should never Have taken the very best.” - JR Jaime Royal "Robbie" Robertson 1969 The Band
