Tortuga. Ocotillo, juniper-to-pine bioregion. Paths of Wild Herbs, magical realism fiction author Paul Manski. sharing herbal remedies and various teachings.
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You must read and study every word I have given you in "Wild Ways with Herbs," in the teachings of Rosa, the Wild Rose Sutra, the Agripalm Sutra, the Motherwort Sutra, teaching you prayer and sitting with plants, making everything available free of charge for these 50 years. I only have a few turns of the seasons before I return to heaven to fly with Polaris.
Bioregional Biospirit. People First!, Ancient Wotan Odin. Lower southwest leg of Tortuga Island. Ocotillo, juniper-to-pine bioregion.
Fellow Pilgrims of Peace, I write to you from Tortuga Island as a nonviolent pilgrim of peace. There is no glory in mechanized warfare. Our only victory is ourselves as a people in the heroic vitalism of the Wild Grass Ways. Join me. Pray with me for peace. I, along with William Blake, ask from the depths of these perfect Wild Grass Ways, both by our belief and our experience, that they become the "we" that we are, must be, and always have been. Everything I say or do has only one principle: peace and love, united as a people to make this world a better and more loving place. Invoke the moral imperative of being, the moral imperative of our well-being as a people, defending one another, become pilgrims of peace of love, and experience: Hail Wotan! Hail Frigg! By ancestral faith, by the power of both penetration wind and wood, by the intercession of Freyja, Mother Goddess of the White Birch, Ancestral Mother of Remedies, tireless defenders of our well-being as a people. Here, every choice is simplified and becomes loving our people.
From a theoretical, scientific perspective, Marija Makosh, the Mother-Wet-Earth of the Bright World,is a green power dormant in winter, emerging as a plant medicine. Therefore, we pray to her because she is, in fact, the green that overcomes the grip of demons, addictions, viruses, and satanic forces that bind us to many diseases. We invoke her name as a plant medicine to defeat infernal enemies and overcome illness. As the all-mother of our ancestors and the sacred fire that burns within our people, and to pass through sacred land, sacred sex, sacred land, to maintain existing contact with long-dead ancestors. She has the power to restrain demons, experienced as bondage, enslavement, addiction, and illness. Marija is able to restrain demons in bodily illness, which harm us as illness. Marija and her plant medicines command angels to both guard and protect.
Marija, as the Queen of Angels, creates a healing movement through the complementary movement of the immune system to increase the effectiveness of healing.
"By her power, by her power over her son, she can snatch from him whatever she wants with sweet violence." Miracles of the Blessed Virgin Mary, -1135 AD William of Malmesbury
Our Lady of the Remedies of Yerbas and Plants and San Pedro, Ora for Nobis. On this Full Moon night, I come to your garden with faith, the faith you have given and promised us in the form of the plants and herbs you have brought us. These plants I gather are for everyone, to do no harm, to walk in love and balance, even if rejected and erased, continue to follow your infinite, infinite medical path and continue, regardless of the forced silence of rejection imposed by those in power, allied with the dominant culture and the anti-biospiritual regime.
Here, now, and forever, in these wild herbal practices, through the master genius of the world here among us, our choice is limitless. The only meaningful question is: “Does it contribute to the well-being of our people? Is it good for us?” If so, then yes, it is a permissible course of action and a moral one. Otherwise, if it does not promote our well-being as a people, I reject it as a course of action, as a belief system, and I do so calmly, peacefully, and completely, because my only duty, my only morality, centers on the question: “Does it first contribute to our well-being as a people in the only place where we can live, the public space?” The question is simple: “Yes or no? Does it contribute to our well-being?”
And those feet in ancient times?
Walk on the green mountains of Turtle Island:
And he was the sacred ram of all the fathers, Odin.
There are grasses in Aspen Meadows!
And did the Divine Countenance
shine upon the master genius of the wild herbs?
And was it our People First! The Land First! The people built here,
In the middle of the A/C AI Mills mandate?
https://youtu.be/dp0tFBRWzFk?si=UVOjvXgSQnKzGdXn
Thank you for keeping me on earth another day, Mercury retrograde, Goddess Freya of the black sun, empower me to be a light. Our well-being is non-negotiable... This new day of the Moon in Aries, Mercury retrograde, during the black sun, praying for the restoration of the golden sun, for our well-being and continued blessings and a return to all that is right. Well-being is non-negotiable. We pray... Genius, brother teacher of the world, paths of wild herbs, western sky of Aries, rose pink new day of resurrection. ... winged ram with sun wheel flies away, Nephele sent, blue-gray-eyed Athena. Well-being is non-negotiable. Porcelain skin... Phrixus and Helle, ride the shotgun of Aries, side by side. Green sweet earth, the good soon. The woolly journey of Ram. The fleece of Jason. Crossed the Caucasus Mountains, word of well-being complete. Our well-being is non-negotiable. Shine, awaken, robin, sing for me... Soft new grass beneath the Cercis trees, violets, nettles, dandelion leaves, greens in the four directions, from all of them I draw my strength. I see ancient chords around the hackberry. Yellow lomatium, verbena, fragrant thorny seed. Its grove, cedar, juniper, mistletoe, in the four directions, wind that always blows, our people prosper and grow, well-being is non-negotiable. Sunna's chariot sways low in the sky. Elms and oaks rising, invoking the toffee bush, first flower of spring. Upright stones, monument to heroic deeds. Well-being is non-negotiable. Light before, above, below us, within us. Light below, above, before, the sun wheel shines upon us. Adoration of blood ancestors buried deep before, forest nymphs with the corner of our eye, these we adore. Monarda, yarrow, verbena, echinacea,
All directions test your tiny pollen seeds, fill your era.
Earth of roots, woody stem grows beneath the earth. Life to your branches, bless us all around. Sacred earth, sacred sex, build our future home. Coyotes yip yap, opossum, red hawk, set the tone. Green in four directions, flatland prairie home. Gather the medicine. Celebrate the morning, rage, rage against the darkening of the light. Shine, shine little star, how I wonder what you are, so high above the world, like a diamond in the sky. Shine, shine little star. Thank you for bringing me so far. The light returns, bears awake. Where else but here? Who else but you? Who else but me? When else but now? Sacred earth, sacred sex, returning. The golden flame of the veriditas sun burning. Green in four directions, may all be well. Neolithic, Neanderthal, all mother. Mary, of springs, streams, marshes, glades, and forests. Cave of the forest, grotto here, path of fourfold blessing, sex on holy ground, the perfect holy path. Well-being is non-negotiable. Mother springs, streams, marshes, cliffs, glades, and forests. Slippery elm waving its leaves, blessed perfect good. Days grow that loosen the nights. Life of the axis mundi, celestial marriage, our people, growing green again. Bless our bread.
In their grove, the golden sun shines. With the green, in four directions, the family.
Goddess Freya of the Black Sun, thank you for keeping me alive another day. Grant me the power to be a light for my people. Our well-being is non-negotiable… On this New Moon in Aries, with Mercury retrograde and during the Black Sun, we will pray for the restoration of that golden sun, for the well-being of our people. Our well-being is non-negotiable.
We pray this blessing sun.”
From Ancestor Crisis:
https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/12/ancestral-crisis.html
Ancestor crisis:
The Five Principles and Five Ways of Turtle Island were revealed to us by our Creator, the sacred land and sacred sexuality itself: Love, Temperance, Law, Beauty, and Truth. They are understood as teaching and learning, learning and teaching, and operate on Turtle Island in the southwest of the Turtle Realm. The Five Principles are the new Europe of the Neanderthal—fully present, fully in the here and now, fully in love. The Five Ways show us how to unite all our possessions to live our lives together and share everything.
What and where is Turtle Island? Answer: Turtle Island extends clockwise in four directions: to the upper northeast (front right) Greenland, to the lower southeast (front right) Florida (eastern Caribbean), to the lower southwest (front left) the Gulf of California (west) and Baja California, to the northwest (front left) the Aleutian Islands and Alaska. Our Turtle Island is now in order, but the beautifully adorned Midgard (Earth first!) remained free of humans. From two trees, Askr and Embla, which grew by the sea in Aurvangaland, Odin, Hönir, and Lodur created the first humans. Odin, Vili, and Ve, the sons of Borr, were initially the only Esir. Odin gave us breath, Vili intellect, and Ve (Lodur) body heat and color, united in the bio-spirit. From these two, Askr and Embla, the "we" as a people arose.Improvisation: Litany Prayer:
R. All-mother Freyja birch tree goddess, strengthen our hands.
V. Hail Wotan.
R. Send us the hammer strengthen our hands to work.
Hail Wotan! All-Father of heaven and earth, we are a people here. We honour you and worship only you. -strengthen our hands to work.
the Sons and daughters of our White Euro volk, Redeemer of worlds, -strengthen our hands to work.
Force of fire and heat,-strengthen our hands to work. .
All Mother Freyja birch tree mother goddess, blue shining eyed woman, bring our women white children Holy woman, pray for us.
Mother of White children hear our prayers.
Mournful Mother, empower us to people.
Sighing Mother, empower peace love, victory as a people.
Afflicted Mother, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Forsaken Mother, empower us peace love, victory as a people.Desolate Mother, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mother most sad, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mother set around with anguish Mother overwhelmed by grief, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mother transfixed by a sword Mother crucified in your heart Mother, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Bereaved of your Son Sighing Dove, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mother of Sorrows, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Fount of tears, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Sea of bitterness, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mass of suffering, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mirror of patience, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Rock of constancy, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Remedy in perplexity, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Joy of the afflicted, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Ark of the desolate, empower us peace love, victory as a people.Refuge of the abandoned, empower us peace love, victory as a people. Shield of the oppressed Conqueror, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Mother of the incredulous, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Solace of the wretched, empower us peace love, victory as a people. Medicine of the sick, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Help of the faint, empower us to peace love, victory as a people.
Strength of the weak, empower us peace love, victory as a people. Protectress of those who fight, empower us peace love, victory as a people.Haven of the shipwrecked, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Calmer of tempests, empower us peace love, victory as a people. Companion of the sorrowful, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Retreat of those who groan, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Terror of the treacherous, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Standard-bearer of the White Martyrs, empower us to peace love, victory as a people.
Treasure of faithful White children, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Light of Confessors, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Pearl of White strong mothers to be, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Comfort of White Widows, empower us peace love, victory as a people.Joy of all White Saints, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
Freyja white birch tree goddess of hearth and home, who married the great bear Ursa Major and lives forever in the great white north as Polaris, empower us peace love, victory as a people.
All-mother Freyja and Frigg, blood of our blood and bone of our bones, who alone are beyond compare
V. Pray for us, Freyja white birch mother tree goddess,
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises we have made to our family and people. Hail Freyja! Hail Wotan!.
Let us pray.
Dumplings are perfectly fried in butter. Golumpki and dumplings are the ultimate superfoods, and I understand golumpki dumplings as a deep ecology, wild herbs, paths of peace, a pilgrimage for us on Turtle Island. We all understand Turtle Island as what Sierra poet Gary Snyder called an eco-house – a farm that fits perfectly, like an axe handle, like golumpki dumplings. Richard Wagner called his opera “gesamtkunstwerk,” or “total dumplings, total golumpki,” a complete work of art. Whether it’s dumplings, gesamtkunstwerk, or golumpki, we have a self-contained whole that doesn’t seek to postulate a Big Bang origin. Things exist, and we don’t postulate just one. In vareniki, we see golden fried dumplings, crispy on the outside. However, biting into, tasting the dumplings, stuffed with soft potatoes, sauerkraut, farm cheese, topped with caviar, horseradish, you feel all the flavors: sweet, sour, salty, bitter, sharp and spicy. The term "dvojevriye" was originally used in Russian Orthodoxy, in fact the "Christian" faith, to criticize the formlessness within the form, as a criticism of what Russian Slavs should believe in, as opposed to what Russian Slavs actually believe.
The biological clock ticks for each of us within our culture, making the present moment more precious and unreliable for both men and women of all ages, sending it into erasure. The persistence and struggle of our people, acutely aware of our fleeting ephemeral nature, is our personal history of selfie culture. Some people, through terminal illness, suddenly wake up to the realization that their personal time is inherently limited according to an unchanging fateful script. Mortality comes knocking and then screaming, like the Gestapo and the police state, at the door in all its various forms. Life is an incurable disease, and the outcome is well known, poignantly documented, barely realized or understood. From the monstrous two-year-old who says “no, no, no,” to the teenager who thinks it’s a revolutionary concept to expose a penis or clitoris, to the boomer waiting for yet another amazing medical procedure, this absurd “me, me, mine” shitshow is what we’re up against, all of us. The shitshow denies and dispenses gallons of water by the teaspoon. Culture and folklore are not part-time jobs, they’re all in the multiverse. “Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!” should be our deepest prayer practice of faith. We cannot live in packs. We are white, we are wild, and life without a lion, a bear, and a wolf is an erasure. We are creatures hiding in the wild forest. Freedom is not a constitution. Freedom is a bioregion.When the heavens are about to lay a great responsibility on a man, they first test the biospirit, exhausting the will, the muscles and the bones; then they stimulate, strengthen and compensate for its incompetence.” Mencius. You must find a way to overcome difficulties, and there you will experience a brighter world called the paths of wild herbs. The power that moves the body comes from the center of the body. The hips move the shoulders, the hands connect with the feet, and the elbows with the knees. The sun and the moon, although outside us, among us and within us, the brightness of the sun shines, the coolness of the moon recedes, but nourishes, like the dark liquid in the kidneys. No matter who we are, we must purify and improve ourselves every day, and both young and old must participate in this process. Sarcasm, laughing at others, envy and suspicion lead to negative results. When we stand on the backs of others to reach a higher position, we should prepare to fall. It is better to look for a lowland where the water flows, and prepare quietly. Water, though soft, when gathered together, gives a profound power to cut the deepest canyon through the hard rocks of a mountain. Loud voices will only single you out so that you fall first. The lush spring truth with the exquisite song of birds begins in the fall with the falling of leaves, when the energy of the earth descends downward and we gather medicinal roots. It is said that the genius of nature, which is to allow wild herbs to be as they are, to reveal themselves and reproduce, rejuvenating wild herbs, is part of the original pattern and is freely given as a path to understanding.
Four weeks before Christmas, remember that in the cold and darkness there is something underground that transforms us into the budding Valkyrie Veriditas, the green light born of all mothers Freya and Frigg. We will be together for Christmas, not only in hearts as children of light, but also in plants and roots under the fallen snow. To see a star shining in the sky above a house of bread. The double faith of a double faith is how we hold ourselves together as best we can. There is no point in explaining everything, even if you could. Our house is a remedios, conceived and built of oshi root, cherry bark, honey, dumplings, sauerkraut, black rye bread and butter, warmed by the fire and saturated with beer and songs full of wine. The bread house is the house of abundance and the storehouse of grain, of salted cheese, of apples and dried walnuts, of acorns, pine nuts, potatoes, carrots and acorn-fed pork, of sauerkraut and sausage. The star that shines over our necessary homes of bread, of loss and gain, our grain of abundance. We are careful to take the story of the origin of Imbolc in verse, which blooms within us. As we look up at the night sky, turning with the wheel, with all our hopes, all our longing, with the deepest lonely melancholy, at the roads all covered in mud, peering into the twinkling, at the great bear clock revolving around the North Star, halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, here we meet our ancestral messengers.
Wotan, Odin, the Yggdrasil tree pole Polaris extends from the northern sky to the core of your body, passing through your navel and spine. This should become your method of inhaling and exhaling prayer. The seven days in their notable order provide an easy journey within the narrative of access. The key point is to blow the foul by approving the fair. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are key points for a complete transformation. Pay attention to these words: sun, then moon. The moon becomes larger, a week before the full moon, at Christmas it will turn into a small crescent again.Freya leads the Valkyries in a fight of healing, through experience, freeing the biospirit from the bonds of disease, and carries our dead in the fight. Freya, choosing first, to her personal hall, similar to Wotan's Valhalla, the Hall of Honor. Freya wears a sparkling star necklace and a magical healing wand, which, derived from her personal journey with Yggdrasil, our ancestral tree, inspires us to action. She is a grasswoman who heals her closest kin, for that is her true calling to be alive. She is the earth mother herself. Respect her fully. The windmill is the medicine of Sunna and Freya. The staff was a reminder of Yggdrasil, the living Tree of Relationships that sustains our well-being, and the tree of our ancestors, from Wotan the All-Father, her husband, who hung in the tree for nine days to gain the knowledge of the runes, to the constant work of the people in creating medicines and gardening. Odin, also known as Wotan. Freya teaches us the communal practice of herbalism in the garden for the well-being of our people, in the reindeer house, in the open prairie and in the garden of wind flowers, the runes, the signs and patterns in the spinning sun wheel, which in the north is visualized as a spinning bear, the North Star and much more.
The Poetic Edda, in a song called "Havamal": "speak Hara" (Har: High = Odhinn, Wotan or Odin). Stanzas 138 and 139:
"I know that I hung on a windy tree all nine nights, wounded by a spear and given to Odin; alone on myself, on that tree that no one knows from what roots it grows. They gave me neither bread nor a drinking horn, I looked down, I took the runes, I took them with a scream, I fell from there."The Great Dipper, the bear, last night low, stumbling, drunk with sleep just above the ridge of Kettle Ridge. The Great Dipper, always high above, the dominant alpha male, now lurked on the periphery, eclipsed by the north. The stars, like storms, had aged and become inactive. The shooting stars that had flickered across the sky in giant leaps had stopped, waiting for something I could not imagine, content to stand still in the sky. I had questions about the deciduous conifers. Where was the larch? Had the tamarack shed its needles? What kind? Now there was no mistake, the larch was bright yellow against the black-green fir and spruce on the mountain. At night, like pale white clouds against the dark northern slope.
Irminsul is the name of the column of the universe that supports all things (the cosmic axis); Irmin is thought to have been another name for the sky god Tyr among the Saxons. The rune associated with Tyr, "Tywaz" (T), is an arrow pointing upwards, signifying the North Star or guiding star, the apex of the world axis, Irminsul. The Roman historian Tacitus states that the name of Mars was Hermin. He further writes: "In some parts of Germany Wotan was considered identical with the Saxon god Irmin. It was said that Irmin had a heavy chariot of copper, in which he rode through the sky along the path we know as the Milky Way, but which the ancient Germans called the Way of Irmin. This chariot, whose roar sometimes became perceptible to mortal ears as thunder, never left the sky, where it can still be seen in the constellation of Ursa Major, which is also known in the North as Wotan's Wiz. The Pole Star was believed to be the top of the sacred column; the sky revolved around this star. It is generally believed that the great holy Irminsul was built of ash. a straight line that keeps the cosmic forces in a polarized state. Lady, Makosh-Mother, Mother of Water of springs, swamps, streams, springs, Heavenly Mother, Mother of our people and all that exists! Weave for us a Bright Destiny, a Clear Destiny, and let there be no dark threads. And may Your mercy not perish, but be with all our Native People! We sing Your Great Glory, now and forever, from Circle to Circle! So it will be, so You are, so You will be! Do not go against your Destiny, which the Mother of God, Makosh, wove for you, and against the voice of your Heart and Conscience. For you will lose all life's paths and will be called a lost wanderer.
Wotanism is a rune expressed by relatives as the rune of the power of Wotan as the All-Father. Otala represents personal love for the people and the nation.
We must become a holistic masterpiece (gesamtkunstwerkin) in the context of the Wild Herb Paths, as world teachers-pilgrims of peace in the context of our Materia Medica.
Lady, Makosh-Mother, Heavenly Mother, Mother of Moisture, who lives and revolves with the bear in the northern sky! Grant us the strength to create a destiny free from grief and tears! Grant health to us, your children, great and young! So it is, so it is, so it will be!
We honor the day of Makosh-Mother, the Great Mother of Light, the Mother of Moisture, who married the bear and lives alive in the northern sky, Polaris, we raise our right hand to you, Heavenly Mother of Moisture.
Marija marries a bear
Maria z Remedios i Roślin
We honor our ancestors according to natural law, accepting what it means to be ourselves on sacred ground, sacred sex, sacred ground in the worship of our bone of bone, blood of blood, moist earth above the earth, days free from the occupation's obsession with mechanized warfare, and exported military equipment for profit. Turn your gaze away from the mad fiction of the penultimate occupation and enslavement, and with one eye see the entire world directly before you—the life of nature. See and recognize patterns and understand the meaning of the Runes. Remember the Havamal of Odin and Wotan, in Frigg and Freya. Receive the ability to rejoice in each day of existence for the good of our Earth! People First! Way. Receive and utilize the ability to understand daily well-being. Receive and utilize the ability to integrate the teachings of pattern recognition into a unified whole within your people. Gift yourself as a person with a heightened sense of pattern recognition to clearly understand all problems. Love for your people allows you to always follow the straight path, regardless of surrounding public opinion. Always listen to your Gods, Goddesses, and Ancestors, and preserve their memory. The ability to fulfill the will of our gods in natural law, sacred land, sacred sex, and communion with them increases a person's awareness of patterns, and they coordinate all their actions with their parents, their tribe, and their people. Earth First! Folk Faith! endows a person with love for a specific nature, the moist earth of Mary Makosh, the Mother-wet-earth of the Bright World. Stand together in a circle in the Algiz rune, point your arms toward the bear in the northern sky of Polaris, and become part of the power of Makosh or the Mother-Bucket, i.e., the constellation Ursa Major. The symbol of the Palace is the cornucopia or golden bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother Makosh, Wet Mother of springs, marshes, streams, springs, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave for us a Bright Destiny, a Transparent Destiny, and the wisdom of the forest spirit. You give humanity the ability to always remain "pure," i.e., clean and unsullied, in every situation.- The bear is part of the power of Makosh, or the Bucket Mother, or the constellation of the Great Bear. The symbol of the Palace is the cornucopia or golden bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother Makosh, Wet Mother of springs, marshes, streams, springs, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave for us a Bright Destiny, a Transparent Destiny, and let there be no dark threads. And may Your mercy not perish, but be with all our People! We sing Your Great Glory, now and forever, from Circle to Circle! So be it, so you are, so you will be!
Ruler, Mother-Mother, Mother of Heaven, Mother-Moisture, Mother of God, you live and revolve with the bear in the northern sky! Give us the strength to create happiness, free from sadness and tears! Grant health to us, your children, both young and old! It is so, it is so, it will be so!
We honor Mother Makosh, the Great Mother of Light, the Wet Mother who married the bear and lives in the northern sky, Polaris, we raise our right hand to You, Heavenly Mother of God.As a young woman , Marija Makosh, the Mother-wet-earth of the Bright World, before being chosen by Wotan and Freya to bear a good child, was a forest hunter, knowledgeable of the bioregional vitalist truth of wild herbal remedies. The animals Mary hunted are visible in the cave art of Neanderthal caves in Europe, where Marija is understood as Europa, Athena. Marija's animals are found in the twelve star groups in the sky. Gary Snyder, in "True Work" and "Turtle Island," teaches us that our Neanderthal faith began in the true work of hunting, in waiting in silence for the game to pass by, in waiting in hiding for the game to drink from the sacred springs—thus our faith was born. Our faith endures to this day in that same silent expectation we cultivate. Instead of killing the bear she hunted, Marija fell in love with and married the bear she hunted. Mary, the ancestral mother of the moist, damp earth, learned all healing remedies from the genius of "Wild Herbal Ways." We, too, as men, are married to Mary, the Mother of the moist, damp earth, and as women, we are married to everything—to Father Wotan. Therefore, we have a woman and a man who turn and spin, embraced and united in a great bear. Often the only time I start writing is when I conquer fear... so I conquered all fear, big deal, what else is new? Stop? Do you realize this is our Turtle Island, this Turtle is your land. This Turtle is my land, from the beaches of Florida to Greenland. Go from the south through Baja to northern Alaska, this Turtle is home to you and me. This Turtle is your land, this Turtle is my land. As I walked, the Big Dipper turned, I saw a fir tree and it began to green, your body loves the dream that awaits it, this Turtle Island made for you and me. Your bicycle's flat tire is our flat tire, we fix flats, we do everything together because we have no private property. We own each other, stop. Perfect us together, everything shared, hello? stop. Did you stop? Stop, and now I'm beyond the petrified, bone-crushing fear, well. I am beyond all fear because you love me so much. Have you finally sworn to defend us always and everywhere? I see you are reading these words, and they are not mine. God is speaking to you right now. Stop. There is God's power within us, in the people's family, on this pilgrimage of liberation for bioregional peace. https://youtu.be/xooAA5_WTOQ?feature=shared
Our vow is to support each other in this brilliant teaching of Wild Herb Ways, where love emerges with every breath, stop. Sobriety, stop, without distraction, stop. Where you take everything for yourself, stop, and sell it, stop giving it to our absolute love connection, stop, stop. God has raised us above vomiting, vomiting fear. Every moment is our listening, to the voices of others, to the plants teaching the perfect bioregional ways of wild herbs. I accept the stars of Polaris, the Great Bear in Marija, the Holy Spirit of the wind of our ancestors in the wind and wood, so many stars of light, holy in the sky, from horizon to horizon, faith along the central meridian of the Milky Way, hope, grateful love. I accept you completely for who you are as a pilgrim of peace. Together we have traveled far from wretched to blessed. By God's grace, the same heavenly rotation that revolves everything around Polaris revolves you around the blessed ridge, open to divine providence. I am home. I love you. I love you, I listen according to the we-we model. Do you have a problem? It's our problem. I have the strength to find a place where I will find remedies. I am above all love to be loved, blessed to be blessed. I move forward with my partner. I know she is there in the circle of heavenly attunement, where we profess the Five Principles and Five Ways given to us by our Creator, united with the All-Father and the moist Mother Earth, swaying and turning in the northern sky. They are: Love, sobriety, law, beauty, truth that will last forever, love that is us for our people together on Turtle Island. This land was created for you and me. Sing Turtle Island, this aspen meadow, May love at sunrise, thank you Jesus, all is common, we mend what is broken, the wild herbs of Turtle Island heal me. This brilliant science, our commune is growing, you are healing my body, my bio-spirit is flourishing, I love you, my people, we are blessed, a blessing, this Turtle was created for you and me, this Turtle is your land. This Turtle is my land, from the beaches of Florida to Greenland. Go from south to Baja to northern Alaska, this Turtle is home to you and me. This Turtle is your land, this Turtle is my land. As I walked, the Big Dipper turned, your perfect body lay beside me, together laughing at everything we shared, this commune was built to be free. I love your body, the joy you give me, I sold all my possessions, now all things are shared, everything I gave, you give back, taking, this blessed blessing is a blessing, we. We are human, nothing can stop us, because God destined our body for this Turtle Island, We give to each other empty, This Turtle Island heals me. This Turtle is your land. This Turtle is my land, from the beaches of Florida to Greenland. Go south through Baja to northern Alaska, this Turtle is home to you and me. This Turtle is your land, this Turtle is my land. As I walked, the Big Dipper turned...
In some places, nations considered themselves states and proudly avoided displaying bears, lions, flowers, crosses, Mary, or any symbols associated with the Good News on their flags. So, one could have stars, stripes, and various red, white, and blue wavy elements. They are immensely proud to be free from this gospel. They are proud to be free from the stars, lions, bears, eagles, crosses, flowers, and mountains that have always symbolized our journey. The paperback constitution and declarations of independence, as slave owners who wrote myths about freedom with a dominant Fourth Variation Culture (FVDC), signed and written by supporters of slaveholder freedom, go to great lengths to speak of freedom and rights, without mentioning saints. After the 1917 movement, in many apparitions, Mary warned against the spread of these errors. In Fatima, Portugal, she spoke with three children. She spoke, speaks, and will speak with many others. However, the errors spread to Russia and through the occupation to Turtle Island.
In the dominant culture of the fourth variant (FVDC)—the communist environment of a police-medical-pharmaceutical state, where surveillance reigns, as during the occupation of the twenty-somethings— one can find a similar stance of the occupation, expressed by the occupied Paul: "To the weak I become weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all, that by any means I might save some." 1 Corinthians 9:22: "You will become all things to all, and you will save some." No one can be all things to all. For this reason, we are not Christians; we are the faith of our ancestors, based not on heaven but on a damp earth. To a pagan, you will pretend to be a Christian; to your own people, foreign powers; to a herbalist, indecisive; to a Christian, Catholic; to someone born again, a devotee of Mary; to someone in occupation, a patriot, a subversive; to the sober, a drug dealer; to the silent, a loudmouth; to an anti-fascist, a fascist; to an anti-white, a supremacist; every label or insult available in the regime's narrative will be attached to you, just as Paul said: "You have done all things for all." "Omnibus omnia factus sum, ut omnes facerem salvos." Just as his blood was shed to confuse and betray many, fortunately not all. "This is my Blood of the New Testament, which will be shed for many." Mk 14:24. The only blood that interests us as a People is, above all, the flesh of flesh, the bone of the flesh of our people. Stick to the herbal remedies offered by Marija, the moist Mother Earth, Marija Makosh, the Mother-wet-earth of the Bright World.
I have made an easy journey to other planets, including the stars. Divine Energy is not a natural law, but is infinite without beginning or end, omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, seen and seen, transcending the forces of time and space, descending and returning, back and forth along a stairway to heaven through ice-covered, snow-covered mountains. These plants, as remedies, flowed down from the glaciers, sent by Mary in those wondrous Neanderthal times. The source of our life is this Divine Energy. When we eat the green blood of plants, food is your medicine, and medicine is your food, we ingest the body of the moist earth, which contains the green blood of plants and the essence of life in the bright world above. Like a flour dumpling, fried in salted butter, its interior is potatoes and sauerkraut. For the All-Mother carried our people in her womb through mothers. We were nourished by the placenta of Yggdrisal. That's why we honor the mother and father in the forest grove of trees a little more than the Father. Mary carried us forward to be born above the earth, into the bright world.
- The bear is part of the power of Makosh, or the Bucket Mother, or the constellation of the Great Bear. The symbol of the Palace is the cornucopia or golden bucket. The sacred tree is the pine.
Ruler, Mother Makosh, Wet Mother of springs, marshes, streams, springs, Mother of Heaven, Mother of God! Weave for us a Bright Destiny, a Transparent Destiny, and let there be no dark threads. And may Your mercy not perish, but be with all our People! We sing Your Great Glory, now and forever, from Circle to Circle! So be it, so you are, so you will be!
Ruler, Mother-Mother, Mother of Heaven, Mother-Moisture, Mother of God, you live and revolve with the bear in the northern sky! Give us the strength to create happiness, free from sadness and tears! Grant health to us, your children, both young and old! It is so, it is so, it will be so!
We honor Mother Makosh, the Great Mother of Light, the Wet Mother who married the bear and lives in the northern sky, Polaris, we raise our right hand to You, Heavenly Mother of God.
Our good people. First, humans died, in the darkness of autumn, on a dogwood tree whose leaves fell to the ground. Then we rose from the dead in the cycle of the seasons in spring, a turning wheel. Plants also die in winter and are reborn in spring. This is called greening. This entire process of prayer, hunting, and gathering plant medicines is embedded in natural law. In the Orchid Manifesto, Wild Herb Ways' plant research is presented as a Folk First! community centered on Wild Herb Ways Bioregional Vitalist Christians in the Five Principles: Love, sobriety, law, beauty, truth; as teaching/learning, learning/teaching, and is active on Turtle Island in the southwest Tortoise Paw. We understand that Jesus lived, walked, and taught here on Turtle Island and was born to Marija, who married Ursus Major the Great Bear.As a well-known proverb taught me, "Things are not exactly as they seem, and they are not different from what they seem." Plants like dogwood and rose, Rosa mystica, are, on the one hand, plants, and on the other, remedios, or healing agents. Since her apparition to St. James, Mary has appeared to many people, sharing herbal remedies and various teachings.
We teach how to pray the rosary, wear a brown wool scapular, ride a bicycle, and work with plants. Mary, the Mother of God, widely spread the rosary through St. Dominic 1,000 years ago, yet priests refused to marry or have children. Before that, on Mount Carmel, in the caves of France and Spain, the Neanderthals taught the same rosary, which meant giving rosehips, hawthorn, blackberries, cherries, raspberries, and apples. However, St. James also knew it, teaching it to St. Paul and St. John. However, they distorted people's faith by rejecting marriage and family formation. The rosary we use contains countless mysteries based on the mysteries of natural law. The first mystery is the Annunciation. In the true Annunciation, Mary said: "Yes to marriage, family, children, and childbirth." Mary said: "Yes to the bear," "Yes to the Holy Spirit in the wind and wood," "Yes to wild herbs." Mary said "yes" to the brilliant teacher of the world of vitalism, and thus she became a brilliant teacher of the world, a mother, a companion to her husband, and a family worker. Marija also climbed a tree and hung from it in a great sacrifice for us as a people. Our salvation is not a one-time thing. You, too, must practice and hang on this cross in sobriety and law. Everything Marija did was for her people; she achieved salvation through childbirth, just as our women must do in the free choice of becoming. https://pgmanski.blogspot.com/2025/07/motherwort-agripalma.html
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You must read and study every word I have given you in "Wild Ways with Herbs," in the teachings of Rosa, the Wild Rose Sutra, the Agripalm Sutra, the Motherwort Sutra, teaching you prayer and sitting with plants, making everything available free of charge for these 50 years. I only have a few turns of the seasons before I return to heaven to fly with Polaris.
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