Mountain: Perfect mind, genius teacher
Mountain:Perfect Mind Genius Teacher
These are the Revelations of Mountain, which given unto Wild Herb Ways, are given unto you, to show unto this people, my people, our things which must real shortly come to pass for us together; and mountain sent and signified it by teaching wind messenger stars unto his own who love this Earth First! genius world teacher:on this southern paw of the Turtle Island being the america. My days are like long shadows that follow my footsteps declineth yet I move on with courage walking on this mountain; and I am withered like grass yet renewed, once vibrant green, now yellowed leaves cast about by the divine wind in autumn becoming green in spring. Listen this mountain is singing, How long shall the land mourn, and the wild herb ways of my prophet wither? I tell you not long, not long friend for we walk together stronger in this commune. For the wickedness of them that dwell therein concerns us no longer, our duty is to this commune of place built only for the wellbeing of all. The beasts live and the birds sing; because mountain spoke said, We shall not see our last end. So the spirit lifted us up higher, and took us away, to a high mountain lying down, a walking mountain and we went in eating bitter herbs, like marrubia, like cebadilla. There is a mountain man and a mountain woman and the city is built with this sacred land sacred sex. I tell you by the Father mountain to embrace this mother mountain in the greatist sky where the sun kisses the moon and the moon kisses the sun, to ride your bicycle, and pedal following natural law of the tool using social animal that you are, so pedal for glory, in the heat of your spirit; nothing will stop this great peace movement on turtle island, as the hand of the Mountain is strong upon us. And they shall make a spoil of their riches, and you will scoop them up and make a prey of their merchandise: and they shall break down thy walls, and you will rebuild the walls and they will destroy thy pleasant houses and you will rebuild your pleasant houses: and they shall lay thy stones and thy timber and thy dust in the midst of the water, yet still the water will flow gushing from the thighs of hairy green mountains. There is no reason to shave your hairy armpits or legs. We will know each other because you will wear flat shoes for walking. You will not wear the stiletto heels of a shiksa goyim harlot. The Mountain spoke and in the west the moon was full and the wind was warm and wet from the mighty sea. Upon saying this and while they were looking on, we were taken up and a cloud carried us up beyond the clouds. We became hidden from their view. And as they kept gazing intently toward heaven as he was going away from them, two men in golden clothing of bears were standing, who also said: why do you stand gazing into heaven? Do you not know we are bears walking on this mountain? Do you not know the bears are stars in the northern sky? Let us teach you to bring the northern stars into your center, the abdomen at the belly button, umbilicus. Do you not know the hara, the solar plexus? Do you not know the hara is the rising sun in the eastern sky? I am this very mountain who…
“…..Place your hand towards me. Reach for the northern star, see it low in the sky. The hands of the holy sky sun remained in the hands of all the trees. They remained in the hands of all the clouds and wind. After that, this remains in your hands, the true mountain will bless you greatly. Mountain then supported my feet and strengthened my legs, laid his hands on me to pull in the sun into the hara, into the solar plexus and see the rising sun in the abdomen, breathing, work again for your people, and healed."
"There is a holy church that sits in the desert, in the mountains, in the desert, in the blessings world below with gila monster, there you are sitting there. I am with you hummingbird. Become the son of the hummingbird and give birth to good things, peaceful loving things and sit with your woman on the nest protect your eggs and nourish the breath. Everything is there. What do you ask of me here and what do you ask of me? Knowing this, you too will go forward and work... The truth, you see how you have in your five senses. It is in your sense, remember those who walked like this, this is how you walk, in the morning, they walk, and you, here, who are in the world, and so walk. The truth? Listen a bird is singing. What do you want to hear? I breathe on you, now you can hear. I breathed on you. Now you have it, and you want to know, so... It's really good.”
"...He who does not have a big heart in the world of dreams. Will not hear the birds, and can not hear my voice. This is not for everyone, only for my chosen ones. To pick up the instruments of our singers, who pray, a person must have strength, the ability to protect the widow, the innocent. Not everyone has strength because they have wasted their strength on the lies of their cinema, on alcohol, majijuana, opium. Otherwise, without sobriety bad dreams or illness in the waking biospirit may occur. Many biospirit singers have dreams that test their courage. Maybe what is a big snake?, or where is a big snake? Do you see the bear in the north sky where my mother Mary turns, Polaris. She is my mother Mary of mountain creeks, wood, glade and springs. Why fear the bear, the snake, all God’s creatures have a purpose, because you can not see the purpose means only your judgment is clouded. Are you afraid of deer or of dancing? This is the blessing world that surrounds the desert. The most nourishing parts of nature are the rivers, streams, clouds, and rain of a Year and the deer lives here. You will not find the bear and deer in gloomy places. The Wild Herb Ways, it is in a flower bed.”
“The sun, is a man, is your Father and behind him is your God. The sun is male and the moon is female, "mother moon". The sun is the father of all men and the moon is the mother of all women. Yet the mystery is both your father and your mother were born between her legs as from a woman. The moon is Santa Maria Holy Mary full of grace. The sun is Señor, and the sun is also related when the men fights with man, with anger, with hatred, "Tomorrow the sun will rise stronger on my anger, stronger in fire. The moon will not set on my anger." That's what men say when they have problems with other men, to show that they are stronger than their enemies. You have heard love your enemies but I give you a new law, conquer your enemies by the way of the mountain centered in your thinking. I tell you to judge and decide everything, sleep walkers awake. '
So here are mountain revelations of person, revelations of plant and revelation of place, of wild herb ways. I am continuous dialogue, within the calm center silence devotion under the blue mantle of stars within all turnings turn, talking story with mountain plant, mountain person and mountain place, sitting with plants sitting with persons sitting with mountain place, being in place with persons, being with plant as person in the place, all in the interest of the remedios, all under the protection of divine all mother mountain Mary, for the benefit of person, plant and place. We have many things right now, let it be as it is, let it be on earth and in heaven, for the betterment blessing of those who embrace place, people, and plants. From the mountain to the sea, we her people will be. From the river to the mountain, plant, person and place will be. From the river to the sea, well being will be. From the desert to the mountain, plant, person and place will be with thee. Plant person and place have to do with ultimate well being. Geography is an aspect of streams, rivers, oceans, bays, estuaries, land forms that define place. Place is home not only as an emotional idea, there’s no place like home. Home is a space. Home is a place, a physical entity with walls, windows and doors. Likewise person, plant and places are all mountain persons, mountain plants and mountain persons.
I became stuck, starving, found, desperate, at peace, disoriented, standing, falling, found again. The landmarks that i referenced before were gone. I am glad those landmarks are gone. Yet there are still remaining compass points, I will use them. Real landmarks in the landscape, search for water, mountains, rivers. I searched, i was black canyon gurgling San Francisco river, both blue and black rivers. In my minds eye i searched for the osprey nest at the top of ponderosa pine snag along the east fork. There was no east fork, no swoosh of wings. There was water but not the water of the black. I will be content with flowing water. The salt river crossing lined by brittle bush and creosote, a melody and chorus of iridescent red leafed out ocotillo where i kept prayers with yerba santa was there. I was not, I do not pretend they never were. i even in my most ambiguous moments could go further, to deer house. So I go to new deer houses. The red earth is covered in oak, cherry dogwood and sassafras. In the new order prayers are taught to be scorned. So I pray again. Don’t be the one simply crossing a bridge at the greatest speed. Think about what you’re doing. There are rivers to cross slowly, deliberately. There are new rivers to learn. I learn to believe and do. To believe is not enough for we are not children of stone.
The mountains of ceanothus red root above the burn at the old sawmill now were absent. You created a war between the sexes to fuel your supply chain shortage of marriageable women to further white biological erasure. Women within the antiwhite regime are unrecognizable with colored, pierced tattooed skin, with non-biological hair color such as blue, pink, orange or purple hair. My old camps in the saguaros where i would walk in the full moon by yucca stalks was abandoned. What they were, they are now. I waited for raven instead magpie took his place, then roadrunner with a lizard in his beak, nesting in the iron wood tree. Yes, here were mountains but Sierra Blanca, no white mountains, no sky islands, no Eden, no Graham, no Ancha, no Valerian kiss, no deer house. There were new mountains, new rivers. The mountains and rivers without end stretched forever past Pueblo Park to Juan Miller and the blue gone. The blue campbell with monarda, hypericum, yerba del loba, spikenard, disappeared. In the valley i kept waiting for la gobernadora or mesquite. There were cottonwoods and aspen yet not the same. I passed through to another side and was gifted wonder.
A Prayer for Our Lady of Mountains
Heart of Mary, heart of mountain, on this holy sacred wet dry hot cold mountain, lead my feet to watered fountain, of alder, maple, and hop tree robin, the golden lizard bear of mountain,
Beautiful Flower of Mountain, fruitful vine, splendor’d sun of this your fountain, family love long may you run, Blessed Mother of the Sun, Fertile moist squirting one, your long quest kiss and hair surround me, may your legs spring open wide, and bid me enter deep inside, your fragrant hairy mountain pussy vagina thighs, assist me in this my necessity, to birth our children prayerfully, and know that death’s own honesty, will not defeat our destiny. O Star of the Sea, Star of mountain, your hairy sweaty armpits rubbed with estafiate, ever living gurgling fountain thighs of claytonia flowers, keep me strong rubbing poleo and monarda your people, on your holy mountain with flight of eagle, osprey qigong woman help me and show me herein that you are my celestial wife eternal, and to you never will I seek another, in this commune of wild herb ways, never will I your lover stray to love you most increasingly, each caress and breath we pledge to one another.
O Holy Mother of God, Moon Queen of Heaven who marries the sun and nourishes earth, I taste your bitter sun lips kiss in the pine pollen, I humbly beseech you from the bottom of my heart, through these pine trees growing on your mountain, to succor me in this my necessity. There are none that can withstand your power. O show me herein that you are my Mother through this pine pollen.
O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us that have recourse to thee. (Repeat three times)
Sweet Mother, I place this cause in your hands. (Repeat three times)
Amen.
In the south storms moved quickly across the sky, lightning even in the winter with snow. Ocotillo giving birth to clouds. The adolescent storms moved quickly racing north to south, circling west to east. They were antelope storms quick bouncing like mule deer, across the ridges, darting prairie goats. The wind would blow pink mist, blue rain and brilliant sunset rainbows. Here clouds move slowly. they linger and stop. They pause more linked to gravity than wind or fire. It takes days for the weather of an hour. East and west, north and south have shifted to pause.
Ursa Major the bear, last night was low stumbling drunken with sleep barely above the ridge of the Kettle range. The great bear was always strutting higher, the dominant alpha male, now crouching on the periphery, eclipsed by the north. The stars like storms have aged and become sedentary. The falling stars that flicked across the sky in giant leaps have paused waiting for what i can't imagine, content to be where they are motionless in the sky. i had questions of deciduous conifers. Where are the larch? Did tamarack drop their needles? which ones were they? Now there was no mistake, the larch were bright yellow against the black green fir and spruce on the mountain. In the night like pale white clouds against the dark north facing slope. mother and father who have passed on are in that greening. We worship the tree because the tree itself is a power. We engage with the returning of the light. “By water fire air and earth I consecrate the tree of rebirth. We celebrate the return of the sun in the yearly progression of season. By winter tree of rebirth, always ever green, bough wreaths on the door, sacred fire within our hearth. Guard and bless all those who gather here.” The return of the sunning in the rebirth of the boy child through the work and womb of the mother. So we celebrate the sun, the father, the daughter, the son, the mother and the people as our family. This green celebrates power of sky, in the wind that comes freely from the mountains, the green life blood wind of branches. These are our words we use. These are our prayers. As the day becomes weak and the night extends we pray and worship this tree for the returning, rebirth of the light, the sun to return. The world tree is not over there in a special place. The tree you have has the scent of aromatic mint, sage, sweet estafiate, sharp citrus, the aromatic green. Your tree can be any branch you bring inside. As above so below, as within so outside. The same prayers and offerings are made to wild and tame trees we care for, growing outside. No one needs to kill a tree to celebrate life, a branch will do just fine. We must rebuild our places of prayer, thanksgiving and praise, with space for both brothers and sisters to engage. You can hang on any tree because you are hung there. We say hang on the tree as in the spring when we use the rope of consciousness to tie our two arms stretched out, our two legs. Our backs are bleeding where we whipped our backs with cords. We are in pain. The blood from our backs goes into the bark. We hang on the tree. Your birth mother placed your placenta and buried it under the same tree. She squeezed milk out from her own breasts and rubbed it on the tree. Cooperation between the sexes is restorative to what has been lost, what has been taken. Do ascetic penance personally as a practice, as an experience to gain vision, both men and women. Do not waste your time comparing one holy sacred place to another place you have never been. The holy land is the dirt beneath your toes right now. Brothers and sisters must help together. In the creation story, through arrogance women and men went to live on opposite sides of the river. I am not saying only arrogance, it could be lack of knowledge, lack of experience. Innocence often leads us into problematic places. Yes, it is true protect innocence, but don’t pretend innocence. You are innocent for a time. Then innocence ends for yourself. Continue to protect the innocent but do not pretend innocence when you have experience. So then rely on experience, knowledge. Each thought they could live well without the other. Each falsely assumed a position of independence. Each were arrogant to assume that common goals for the wellbeing of person, plant and place could be possible when male and female were postulated as separate entities with no interaction. There must be interaction between the sister and brother. The monsters created when living apart, through the misuse of generative function, attack and torture us today. To restore balance listen and work with one another in remedios. That is the meaning of gathering remedios. When you go to the mountain take a trusted friend from the other side with you to the mountain. To create harmony be harmonious, release and let go of things that no longer fit There is no pain no gain, so increase pain tolerance. We do not seek pain, yet for the struggle one must learn to endure pain. Pain is unavoidable. To lose those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to spill blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed as it is always for those who for whatever reason seek to cancel the hearts of good people. Those who take pleasure in misfortune will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many various names. Those who vandalize these adobe houses, who tear down Nuestra senora, who not only do not believe but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, plants and place, Who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live apart without interaction and do not help one another, Creator handles them by undermining their intentions through the unfolding of their own actions.
someone wrote and performed a song to support the idea of a ceasefire now to stop #erasure. This song attempts to expose the atrocities of the occupation regime. This exact same entity that occupies there, also occupies Turtle Island, europe, and the colonial empire of great britain. Warning:This video is for those 18 and older because it has graphic images of the violence of war against the people. The occupied regime entity has no legitimacy to kill and wage war on civilian populations. Industrial war can never be justified against civilians. The intentional killing of civilians is a crime against our genius teaching wild herb ways as human beings, it is our duty to support an unconditional immediate CeaseErasure CeaseFire Now, and Stop. It is the duty of the government and the international community to actively support an immediate cease fire and halt the bombing. We support an immediate cease fire.
All music recorded and performed, music and lyrics "Our Love" by incredible genius.
"You can be Mary, Come take my hand, Don't be afraid, Stand on the mountain because you are courageous, and when we stand, nothing can come between us, You can be Mary, I'll be your Joseph, Together we stand, nothing can come between us, our love will be Jesus...we've been here before, nothing can come between us, you are my strength, you are my shakti, come take my hand, We are courageous, that's why we were created, nothing can come between us, you are my eyes, you are my hands, this is our heart, this is our love, you will be Mary and I will be Joseph, and our love will be Jesus.."
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, come take my hand, We are courageous,
Mountain: Perfect mind, genius teacher
These are the revelations of the mountain, given to the ways of the wild plants, given to you also, to show this people, my people, the things that must soon happen to us; and the mountain, by the teaching of the wind-messenger stars, has sent and shown it to its people who love this land! The Genius Teacher of the World: On this southern claw of Turtle Island, which is America. My days are like long shadows that follow my footsteps, declining, but I walk bravely on this mountain; and I am withered like the grass that is yet renewed, once vibrant green, now yellowed leaves that are scattered in the fall by the divine wind and turn green in the spring. Listen to this mountain as it sings, How long shall the earth mourn, and the ways of the wild plants my prophet wither? I will not tell you, not far, friend, because we walk stronger together in this community. Because the wickedness of those who dwell in it no longer concerns us, our duty to this community is a place built only for the well-being of all. The animals live and the birds sing. Because the mountain spoke and said: We will not see our end. So the spirit lifted us up and carried us to a high mountain that lay, a mountain that walked and we entered it eating bitter herbs, like marrubia, like sabadilla. There is a mountain man and a mountain woman and the city is built with this sacred land, sacred sex. I swear to you by the mountain father, embrace this mountain mother in the vast sky, where the sun kisses the moon and the moon kisses the sun, ride your bike and pedal according to the natural law of the tool, using the social animal that you are, so pedal in the heat of your soul for glory. Nothing will stop this great peace movement on Turtle Island, for the hand of the mountain is strong upon us. And they will plunder their wealth, and you will take them and plunder their goods: and they will tear down your walls, and you will rebuild your walls and destroy your beautiful houses and you will rebuild your beautiful houses: and they will lay your stones and your wood and your earth in the midst of the water, but still the water will flow from the thighs of the green, hairy mountains. There is no reason to shave your armpits or your hairy legs. We will know each other because you will wear flat shoes to walk in. You will not wear the high heels of a Shixa whore. The mountain spoke, and in the west there was a full moon and a warm, humid wind blew from the mighty sea. So saying, and as they watched, we climbed up and a cloud took us beyond the clouds. We hid from their sight. And as they gazed intently at the sky as he walked away from them, two men in golden bear clothes stood there, who also said: Why do you stand there staring at the sky? Don't you know that we are bears walking on this mountain? Don't you know that bears are stars in the northern sky? Let us teach you to bring the northern stars into your belly. Don't you know, Hara, the solar plexus? I am this mountain that...
"... Stretch out your hand towards me. Stretch out your hand towards the North Star, see it in the sky below. The hands of the holy sun of the sky remained in the hands of all the trees. They remained in the hands of all the clouds and the wind. After that, this remained in your hands, the true mountain will bless you greatly. Then the mountain supported my feet and strengthened my legs, laid its hands on me to pull the sun into the mangrove, into the solar plexus and see the sun rise in your belly, breathing, working again for your people and being healed."
“There is a holy church that sits in the desert, in the mountains, in the wilderness, in the world of the lower blessings, with the monster of Gila, there. I am with you, hummingbird. Become a hummingbird son and bring forth good things, peaceful and lovely things, and sit with your wife in the nest, guard your eggs and nourish the soul. Everything is there. What do you want from me here and what do you want from me? Knowing this, you will also go forward and work... Truth, you see how you are in your five senses. It is in your senses, remember those who walked like this, you walk like this, in the mornings, they walk, and you, here, who are in the world, and you walk like this. Truth? Listen, a bird is singing. What do you want to hear? I am breathing on you, now you can hear. I breathed on you. Now you have it, and you want to know, so... it's really good." "... he who does not have a big heart in the dream world. He will not hear the birds and he will not hear my voice. This is not for everyone, only for my chosen ones. To play the instruments of our singers who pray, one must have strength, the ability to protect the widows, the innocent. Not everyone has strength because they have spent their strength on the lies of their cinema, alcohol, marijuana, opium. Otherwise, without vigilance, bad dreams or illness in the waking soul may occur." You. Many soul singers have dreams that test their courage. What is the great serpent perhaps? Or where is the great serpent? Do you see the bear in the northern sky, where my mother Mary roams, the polar one? She is my mother Mary of the mountains, the forests, the groves and the springs. Why fear the bear, the snake, all of God's creatures have a purpose, because you cannot see the purpose, that is, only your judgment is vague. Are you afraid of the deer or of the dance? This is the world of blessing that surrounds the desert. The most nourishing parts of nature are the rivers, streams, clouds and rain of a year, and the deer live here. You will not find bears and deer in dark places. The paths of wild plants are in a flower garden.
These are the revelations of the mountain, given to the ways of the wild plants, given to you also, to show this people, my people, the things that must soon happen to us; and the mountain, by the teaching of the wind-messenger stars, has sent and shown it to its people who love this land! The Genius Teacher of the World: On this southern claw of Turtle Island, which is America. My days are like long shadows that follow my footsteps, declining, but I walk bravely on this mountain; and I am withered like the grass that is yet renewed, once vibrant green, now yellowed leaves that are scattered in the fall by the divine wind and turn green in the spring. Listen to this mountain as it sings, How long shall the earth mourn, and the ways of the wild plants my prophet wither? I will not tell you, not far, friend, because we walk stronger together in this community. Because the wickedness of those who dwell in it no longer concerns us, our duty to this community is a place built only for the well-being of all. The animals live and the birds sing. Because the mountain spoke and said: We will not see our end. So the spirit lifted us up and carried us to a high mountain that lay, a mountain that walked and we entered it eating bitter herbs, like marrubia, like sabadilla. There is a mountain man and a mountain woman and the city is built with this sacred land, sacred sex. I swear to you by the mountain father, embrace this mountain mother in the vast sky, where the sun kisses the moon and the moon kisses the sun, ride your bike and pedal according to the natural law of the tool, using the social animal that you are, so pedal in the heat of your soul for glory. Nothing will stop this great peace movement on Turtle Island, for the hand of the mountain is strong upon us.
"The sun is a man, your father, and behind him is your God. The sun is masculine and the moon is feminine, "mother moon." The sun is the father of all men and the moon is the mother of all women. However, the secret is that both your father and mother were born from between his feet, as if from a woman. The moon is Santa Maria, the Blessed Virgin Mary full of grace. The sun is the Lord, and the sun is also associated when men fight with men, with anger, with hatred: "Tomorrow the sun will rise stronger in my anger, stronger in fire. The moon will not set in my anger." This is what men say when they have trouble with other men, to show that they are stronger than their enemies. You have heard that you shall love your enemies, but I give you a new law, defeat your enemies by the way of the mountain that is centered in your thoughts. I tell you to judge and decide everything, you sleepwalkers, wake up.
So, here are the mountain revelations of the person, the plant revelations and the place revelations, from the ways of the wild plants. I am the ongoing conversation, at the center of peace, silence, sacrifice, under the blue cover of the stars, at all turns, telling stories with the mountain plant, the mountain man and the mountain place, sitting with the plants, sitting with the humans inhabiting the mountain place, being in the place with the humans, being with the plant as the human in the place, all for the benefit of the reformers, all under the divine protection, the mountain mother Mary, for the benefit of the human, the plant and the place. We have so much now, let it be as it is, let it be on earth and in the sky, for the better blessing of those who embrace the place, the people and the plants. From the mountain to the sea, we will be his people. From the river to the mountain, it will be the plant, the man and the place. From the river to the sea, it will be prosperity. From the desert to the mountain, it will be the plant, the man and the place with you. The plant, the man and the place are connected to the ultimate prosperity. Geography is the aspect of streams, rivers, oceans, bays, estuaries, landforms that define place. Place is home, not just as an emotional idea, there is no place like home. Home is a space. Home is a place, a physical entity with walls, windows, and doors. Likewise, people, plants, and places are all mountain people, mountain plants, and mountain people.
I was trapped, hungry, found, desperate, at peace, confused, standing, falling, found again. The landmarks I mentioned earlier were gone. I was glad those landmarks were gone. Yet, the compass points still remained, I would use them. Real landmarks in the landscape, searching for water, mountains, rivers. I searched, I was the black canyon that gurgled the San Francisco River, both blue and black rivers. In my mind, I searched for the osprey nest high in the ponderosa pine along the East Branch. The East Branch was gone, no sound of wings beating. There was water but not black water. I would be content with running water. Crossing the Salt River, covered with brittle bushes and creosote, there was the melody and chorus of the rainbow-red leaves of the ocotillo where I prayed with yerba santa. I wasn’t there, I won’t pretend I never was. Even in my most vague moments I could go further, to the deer home. So I go to the new deer home. The red dirt is covered with oak, cherry cranberry, and sassafras. In the new order, prayers are considered contemptible. So I pray again. Don’t be someone who simply crosses the bridge at the fastest speed. Think about what you’re doing. There are rivers to cross slowly and deliberately. There are new rivers to learn. I’m learning to believe and to do. Believing is not enough because we are not children of stone. The mountains of red cyanothus root above the burn at the old sawmill were now absent. You created a war between the sexes to reinforce your supply chain shortage of marriageable women to further the biological elimination of white. Women in the anti-white regime are unrecognizable with colored skin, tattoos, and non-biological hair like blue, pink, orange, or purple. My old camps in the saguaros where I walked by the yucca stems at full moon are deserted. Whatever they were, they are now. I waited for the crow, but a magpie took its place, then a roadrunner, with a lizard in its beak, nested in an ironwood tree. Yes, there were mountains here, but Sierra Blanca was a white mountain, not a celestial island, not a paradise, not Graham, not Ancha, not a Valyrian kiss, not a deer house. There were new mountains, new rivers. The endless mountains and rivers stretched forever from Pueblo Park to Juan Miller, and the blue was gone. The blue Campbell disappeared with its monarda, hypericum, yerba del lupa, hyacinth. In the valley I waited for La Gobernadora or the mead. There were cottonwoods and spruce trees, but not like before. I went to another direction and experienced a wonder. A prayer to Our Lady of the Mountains
Heart of Mary, heart of the mountain, in this sacred mountain, wet, dry, hot and cold, guide my feet to the spring of alder, maple and hops, the golden bear of the mountain lizard.
Beautiful mountain flower, fruitful vine, glorious sun of this spring of yours, family love, may you flow forever, holy mother of the sun, you fertile wet sprinkler, your long-searching kiss and your hair surround me, may your legs open wide and invite me deep inside, fragrant and furry mountain vagina, your thighs, help me in this need to give birth to our children with prayer, and know that the honesty of death itself will not defeat our destiny. O star of the sea, O star of the mountain, Your hairy, sweaty armpits rubbed with staphylia, Your ever-living, fountain-like thighs tickling with clitonia flowers, Keep me strong, By rubbing with Polleo and Monarda, Your people, On your sacred mountain with the eagle's flight, O osprey, O woman of qigong, Help me and show me here that you are my heavenly wife, And I will never seek another, In this gathering of wild plants, Never will your lover stray To love you more, With every caress and breath we pledge to each other.
O Holy Mother of God, Moon Queen of Heaven, who weds the Sun and nourishes the Earth, I taste the bitter kiss of your sun-lips in the pine pollen, I beg you with all my heart through these pine trees that grow on your mountain to help me in this need. No one can resist your power. O here show me that you are my mother, through this pine pollen.
O Holy Mother of God, Moon Queen of Heaven, who weds the Sun and nourishes the Earth. O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to you. (Repeat three times)
Sweet Mother, I entrust this matter to you. (Repeat three times)
Amen.
In the south, storms moved swiftly across the sky, even in winter with snow, lightning, and thunder. Ocotillo gave birth to the clouds. The juvenile storms moved swiftly from north to south and from west to east. They were antelope storms, leaping up and down the ridges like mule deer, driving the plains goats into a frenzy. The wind blew pink mist, blue rain, and brilliant sunset rainbows. Here the clouds moved slowly. They lingered and stopped. They depended more on gravity than on wind or fire. For an hour's weather, it took days. East and west, north and south, had shifted to a standstill.
The big bear, low last night, drunk and sleepy, stumbled barely over the ridge of the Kettle Range. The big bear had always trudged higher, the dominant alpha male, now crouched on the edge, eclipsed by the north. The stars are old and still like storms. The shooting stars, which had flickered in giant leaps across the sky, have stopped, waiting for something I cannot imagine, content to be where they are, motionless in the sky. I had questions about the deciduous conifers. Where is the larch? Has the tamarack shed its needles? Which ones were they? Now there was no mistake, the larch was bright yellow against the spruce and the black-green fir on the mountain. At night, like pale white clouds against the dark north-facing slope. The mother and father who had passed away are in that greening. We worship the tree because the tree itself is a power. We engage with the return of light. “By water, fire, air, and earth, I sanctify the tree of rebirth. We celebrate the return of the sun in the annual cycle of the seasons. By the winter rebirth tree, the evergreen, the ringed branches on the door, the sacred fire within our hearth. Ask for protection and blessing from all who gather here.” The return of the sun in the rebirth of the son through the work and womb of the mother. So we celebrate the sun, the father, the daughter, the son, the mother, and the people as our family. This green celebrates the power of the sky in the wind that comes freely from the mountains, the wind of the lifeblood of the green branches. These are the words we use. These are our prayers. As the day fades and the night stretches, we pray and worship this tree for the return, the rebirth of light, the return of the sun. The world tree is not in any particular place. The tree you have has the scent of fragrant mint, sage, sweet stevia, spicy citrus, fragrant green. Your tree can be any branch you bring in. As it is above, so it is below, as it is within, so it is without. The same prayers and offerings are made for the wild and tame trees that we care for and that grow in the open. No one needs to kill a tree to celebrate life, a branch is enough. We need to rebuild our places of prayer and worship. R, thanksgiving and praise, with space for the participation of brothers and sisters. You can hang from any tree because that is where you are hanging. We say hang from a tree, as in the spring, when we use the rope of awareness to tie our two arms and two legs. Our backs are bleeding where we have lashed ourselves with the rope. We are in pain. The blood runs from our backs to the bark of the tree. We hang from the tree. Your biological mother placed your placenta and buried it under that tree. She pumped milk from her breasts and rubbed it on the tree. The cooperation between the sexes is the restoration of what has been lost, what has been taken. Do ascetic penance personally as a practice, as an experience to gain insight, whether male or female. Do not waste your time comparing one holy place to another you have never been to. The holy land is the dirt beneath your toes right now. Brothers and sisters must help each other.In the story of creation, through arrogance, men and women went to live on opposite sides of the river. I don’t just mean arrogance, it could be lack of knowledge or lack of experience. Innocence often gets us into trouble. Yes, it’s right to protect innocence, but don’t pretend to be innocent. You are innocent for a while. Then innocence is over for you. Continue to protect the innocent, but when you have experience, don’t pretend to be innocent. So rely on experience and knowledge. Each thought they could live well without the other. Each mistakenly took a stand for independence. Each was arrogant in assuming that common goals for the well-being of the individual, the plant, and the place could be possible when man and woman were assumed to be separate beings without interaction. There must be interaction between siblings. Monsters created while living apart, through the abuse of reproductive function, attack us today and torture us. To restore balance, listen to each other and work together on ways to make amends. This is what it means to gather ways to make amends. When you go to the mountains, take a trusted friend from the other side with you. To create harmony, be in harmony, let go and let go of things that no longer fit. No pain is good, so increase your tolerance for pain. We do not seek pain, but to fight we must learn to endure pain. Pain is inevitable. Losing those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to shed the blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed, as always, for those who, for whatever reason, seek to destroy the hearts of good people. Those who delight in misery will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many names. Those who destroy these adobe houses, those who destroy Nuestra Señora, those who not only do not have faith but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, the plants, and the place, those who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live separately without interaction and do not help each other, the Creator deals with them by undermining their intentions through the revelation of their own actions.This is what it means to gather the means of reparation. When you go to the mountains, take a trusted friend from the other side with you to the mountains. To create harmony, be in harmony, let go and let go of things that no longer fit. No pain is good, so increase your tolerance for pain. We do not seek pain, but to fight we must learn to endure pain. Pain is inevitable. Losing those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to shed the blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed, as always, for those who seek to destroy the hearts of good people for whatever reason. Those who delight in misery will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many names. Those who destroy these adobe houses, those who destroy Nuestra Señora, those who not only do not have faith but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, the plants, and the place, those who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live separately without interaction and do not help each other, the Creator deals with them by undermining their intentions through the revelation of their own actions.This is what it means to gather the means of reparation. When you go to the mountains, take a trusted friend from the other side with you to the mountains. To create harmony, be in harmony, let go and let go of things that no longer fit. No pain is good, so increase your tolerance for pain. We do not seek pain, but to fight we must learn to endure pain. Pain is inevitable. Losing those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to shed the blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed, as always, for those who seek to destroy the hearts of good people for whatever reason. Those who delight in misery will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many names. Those who destroy these adobe houses, those who destroy Nuestra Señora, those who not only do not have faith but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, the plants, and the place, those who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live separately without interaction and do not help each other, the Creator deals with them by undermining their intentions through the revelation of their own actions.
Someone wrote and performed a song to support the idea of an immediate ceasefire to stop the #clearing. The song attempts to expose the crimes of the occupying regime. The very same entity that occupied Turtle Island also occupied Europe and the colonial empire of Great Britain. Warning: This video is for people 18 and older because it contains graphic images of the violence of war against people. The occupying regime has no legitimacy to kill and war against civilian populations. Industrial warfare is never justified against civilians. The deliberate killing of civilians is a crime against our genius in teaching the ways of wild plants as humans. Our duty is to support an immediate and unconditional ceasefire. Clear and stop the ceasefire now. It is the duty of the government and the international community to actively support an immediate ceasefire and a stop to the bombing. We support an immediate ceasefire.
All recorded and performed music, music and lyrics of "Our Love" by an incredible genius.
"You can be Mary, come take my hand, don't be afraid, stand on the mountain because you are brave, and when we stand, nothing can come between us, you can be Mary, I will be your Joseph, we will stand together, nothing can come between us, our love will be Jesus... We have been here before, nothing can come between us, you are my strength, you are my power, come take my hand, we are brave, that is why we were created, nothing can come between us, you are my eyes, you are my hands, this is our heart, this is our love, you will be Mary and I will be Joseph, and our love will be Jesus.."
Incredible Genius November 2023 Ceasefire Now, Stop Erasing Ceasefire Now
Come, take my hand, we are brave,
incredible genius November 2023 Ceasefire now, stop erasure ceasefire now
, come take my hand, We are courageous,
Mountain: Perfect mind, genius teacher
These are the revelations of the mountain, given to the ways of the wild plants, given to you also, to show this people, my people, the things that must soon happen to us; and the mountain, by the teaching of the wind-messenger stars, has sent and shown it to its people who love this land! The Genius Teacher of the World: On this southern claw of Turtle Island, which is America. My days are like long shadows that follow my footsteps, declining, but I walk bravely on this mountain; and I am withered like the grass that is yet renewed, once vibrant green, now yellowed leaves that are scattered in the fall by the divine wind and turn green in the spring. Listen to this mountain as it sings, How long shall the earth mourn, and the ways of the wild plants my prophet wither? I will not tell you, not far, friend, because we walk stronger together in this community. Because the wickedness of those who dwell in it no longer concerns us, our duty to this community is a place built only for the well-being of all. The animals live and the birds sing. Because the mountain spoke and said: We will not see our end. So the spirit lifted us up and carried us to a high mountain that lay, a mountain that walked and we entered it eating bitter herbs, like marrubia, like sabadilla. There is a mountain man and a mountain woman and the city is built with this sacred land, sacred sex. I swear to you by the mountain father, embrace this mountain mother in the vast sky, where the sun kisses the moon and the moon kisses the sun, ride your bike and pedal according to the natural law of the tool, using the social animal that you are, so pedal in the heat of your soul for glory. Nothing will stop this great peace movement on Turtle Island, for the hand of the mountain is strong upon us. And they will plunder their wealth, and you will take them and plunder their goods: and they will tear down your walls, and you will rebuild your walls and destroy your beautiful houses and you will rebuild your beautiful houses: and they will lay your stones and your wood and your earth in the midst of the water, but still the water will flow from the thighs of the green, hairy mountains. There is no reason to shave your armpits or your hairy legs. We will know each other because you will wear flat shoes to walk in. You will not wear the high heels of a Shixa whore. The mountain spoke, and in the west there was a full moon and a warm, humid wind blew from the mighty sea. So saying, and as they watched, we climbed up and a cloud took us beyond the clouds. We hid from their sight. And as they gazed intently at the sky as he walked away from them, two men in golden bear clothes stood there, who also said: Why do you stand there staring at the sky? Don't you know that we are bears walking on this mountain? Don't you know that bears are stars in the northern sky? Let us teach you to bring the northern stars into your belly. Don't you know, Hara, the solar plexus? I am this mountain that...
"... Stretch out your hand towards me. Stretch out your hand towards the North Star, see it in the sky below. The hands of the holy sun of the sky remained in the hands of all the trees. They remained in the hands of all the clouds and the wind. After that, this remained in your hands, the true mountain will bless you greatly. Then the mountain supported my feet and strengthened my legs, laid its hands on me to pull the sun into the mangrove, into the solar plexus and see the sun rise in your belly, breathing, working again for your people and being healed."
“There is a holy church that sits in the desert, in the mountains, in the wilderness, in the world of the lower blessings, with the monster of Gila, there. I am with you, hummingbird. Become a hummingbird son and bring forth good things, peaceful and lovely things, and sit with your wife in the nest, guard your eggs and nourish the soul. Everything is there. What do you want from me here and what do you want from me? Knowing this, you will also go forward and work... Truth, you see how you are in your five senses. It is in your senses, remember those who walked like this, you walk like this, in the mornings, they walk, and you, here, who are in the world, and you walk like this. Truth? Listen, a bird is singing. What do you want to hear? I am breathing on you, now you can hear. I breathed on you. Now you have it, and you want to know, so... it's really good." "... he who does not have a big heart in the dream world. He will not hear the birds and he will not hear my voice. This is not for everyone, only for my chosen ones. To play the instruments of our singers who pray, one must have strength, the ability to protect the widows, the innocent. Not everyone has strength because they have spent their strength on the lies of their cinema, alcohol, marijuana, opium. Otherwise, without vigilance, bad dreams or illness in the waking soul may occur." You. Many soul singers have dreams that test their courage. What is the great serpent perhaps? Or where is the great serpent? Do you see the bear in the northern sky, where my mother Mary roams, the polar one? She is my mother Mary of the mountains, the forests, the groves and the springs. Why fear the bear, the snake, all of God's creatures have a purpose, because you cannot see the purpose, that is, only your judgment is vague. Are you afraid of the deer or of the dance? This is the world of blessing that surrounds the desert. The most nourishing parts of nature are the rivers, streams, clouds and rain of a year, and the deer live here. You will not find bears and deer in dark places. The paths of wild plants are in a flower garden.
These are the revelations of the mountain, given to the ways of the wild plants, given to you also, to show this people, my people, the things that must soon happen to us; and the mountain, by the teaching of the wind-messenger stars, has sent and shown it to its people who love this land! The Genius Teacher of the World: On this southern claw of Turtle Island, which is America. My days are like long shadows that follow my footsteps, declining, but I walk bravely on this mountain; and I am withered like the grass that is yet renewed, once vibrant green, now yellowed leaves that are scattered in the fall by the divine wind and turn green in the spring. Listen to this mountain as it sings, How long shall the earth mourn, and the ways of the wild plants my prophet wither? I will not tell you, not far, friend, because we walk stronger together in this community. Because the wickedness of those who dwell in it no longer concerns us, our duty to this community is a place built only for the well-being of all. The animals live and the birds sing. Because the mountain spoke and said: We will not see our end. So the spirit lifted us up and carried us to a high mountain that lay, a mountain that walked and we entered it eating bitter herbs, like marrubia, like sabadilla. There is a mountain man and a mountain woman and the city is built with this sacred land, sacred sex. I swear to you by the mountain father, embrace this mountain mother in the vast sky, where the sun kisses the moon and the moon kisses the sun, ride your bike and pedal according to the natural law of the tool, using the social animal that you are, so pedal in the heat of your soul for glory. Nothing will stop this great peace movement on Turtle Island, for the hand of the mountain is strong upon us.
"The sun is a man, your father, and behind him is your God. The sun is masculine and the moon is feminine, "mother moon." The sun is the father of all men and the moon is the mother of all women. However, the secret is that both your father and mother were born from between his feet, as if from a woman. The moon is Santa Maria, the Blessed Virgin Mary full of grace. The sun is the Lord, and the sun is also associated when men fight with men, with anger, with hatred: "Tomorrow the sun will rise stronger in my anger, stronger in fire. The moon will not set in my anger." This is what men say when they have trouble with other men, to show that they are stronger than their enemies. You have heard that you shall love your enemies, but I give you a new law, defeat your enemies by the way of the mountain that is centered in your thoughts. I tell you to judge and decide everything, you sleepwalkers, wake up.
So, here are the mountain revelations of the person, the plant revelations and the place revelations, from the ways of the wild plants. I am the ongoing conversation, at the center of peace, silence, sacrifice, under the blue cover of the stars, at all turns, telling stories with the mountain plant, the mountain man and the mountain place, sitting with the plants, sitting with the humans inhabiting the mountain place, being in the place with the humans, being with the plant as the human in the place, all for the benefit of the reformers, all under the divine protection, the mountain mother Mary, for the benefit of the human, the plant and the place. We have so much now, let it be as it is, let it be on earth and in the sky, for the better blessing of those who embrace the place, the people and the plants. From the mountain to the sea, we will be his people. From the river to the mountain, it will be the plant, the man and the place. From the river to the sea, it will be prosperity. From the desert to the mountain, it will be the plant, the man and the place with you. The plant, the man and the place are connected to the ultimate prosperity. Geography is the aspect of streams, rivers, oceans, bays, estuaries, landforms that define place. Place is home, not just as an emotional idea, there is no place like home. Home is a space. Home is a place, a physical entity with walls, windows, and doors. Likewise, people, plants, and places are all mountain people, mountain plants, and mountain people.
I was trapped, hungry, found, desperate, at peace, confused, standing, falling, found again. The landmarks I mentioned earlier were gone. I was glad those landmarks were gone. Yet, the compass points still remained, I would use them. Real landmarks in the landscape, searching for water, mountains, rivers. I searched, I was the black canyon that gurgled the San Francisco River, both blue and black rivers. In my mind, I searched for the osprey nest high in the ponderosa pine along the East Branch. The East Branch was gone, no sound of wings beating. There was water but not black water. I would be content with running water. Crossing the Salt River, covered with brittle bushes and creosote, there was the melody and chorus of the rainbow-red leaves of the ocotillo where I prayed with yerba santa. I wasn’t there, I won’t pretend I never was. Even in my most vague moments I could go further, to the deer home. So I go to the new deer home. The red dirt is covered with oak, cherry cranberry, and sassafras. In the new order, prayers are considered contemptible. So I pray again. Don’t be someone who simply crosses the bridge at the fastest speed. Think about what you’re doing. There are rivers to cross slowly and deliberately. There are new rivers to learn. I’m learning to believe and to do. Believing is not enough because we are not children of stone. The mountains of red cyanothus root above the burn at the old sawmill were now absent. You created a war between the sexes to reinforce your supply chain shortage of marriageable women to further the biological elimination of white. Women in the anti-white regime are unrecognizable with colored skin, tattoos, and non-biological hair like blue, pink, orange, or purple. My old camps in the saguaros where I walked by the yucca stems at full moon are deserted. Whatever they were, they are now. I waited for the crow, but a magpie took its place, then a roadrunner, with a lizard in its beak, nested in an ironwood tree. Yes, there were mountains here, but Sierra Blanca was a white mountain, not a celestial island, not a paradise, not Graham, not Ancha, not a Valyrian kiss, not a deer house. There were new mountains, new rivers. The endless mountains and rivers stretched forever from Pueblo Park to Juan Miller, and the blue was gone. The blue Campbell disappeared with its monarda, hypericum, yerba del lupa, hyacinth. In the valley I waited for La Gobernadora or the mead. There were cottonwoods and spruce trees, but not like before. I went to another direction and experienced a wonder. A prayer to Our Lady of the Mountains
Heart of Mary, heart of the mountain, in this sacred mountain, wet, dry, hot and cold, guide my feet to the spring of alder, maple and hops, the golden bear of the mountain lizard.
Beautiful mountain flower, fruitful vine, glorious sun of this spring of yours, family love, may you flow forever, holy mother of the sun, you fertile wet sprinkler, your long-searching kiss and your hair surround me, may your legs open wide and invite me deep inside, fragrant and furry mountain vagina, your thighs, help me in this need to give birth to our children with prayer, and know that the honesty of death itself will not defeat our destiny. O star of the sea, O star of the mountain, Your hairy, sweaty armpits rubbed with staphylia, Your ever-living, fountain-like thighs tickling with clitonia flowers, Keep me strong, By rubbing with Polleo and Monarda, Your people, On your sacred mountain with the eagle's flight, O osprey, O woman of qigong, Help me and show me here that you are my heavenly wife, And I will never seek another, In this gathering of wild plants, Never will your lover stray To love you more, With every caress and breath we pledge to each other.
O Holy Mother of God, Moon Queen of Heaven, who weds the Sun and nourishes the Earth, I taste the bitter kiss of your sun-lips in the pine pollen, I beg you with all my heart through these pine trees that grow on your mountain to help me in this need. No one can resist your power. O here show me that you are my mother, through this pine pollen.
O Holy Mother of God, Moon Queen of Heaven, who weds the Sun and nourishes the Earth. O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to you. (Repeat three times)
Sweet Mother, I entrust this matter to you. (Repeat three times)
Amen.
In the south, storms moved swiftly across the sky, even in winter with snow, lightning, and thunder. Ocotillo gave birth to the clouds. The juvenile storms moved swiftly from north to south and from west to east. They were antelope storms, leaping up and down the ridges like mule deer, driving the plains goats into a frenzy. The wind blew pink mist, blue rain, and brilliant sunset rainbows. Here the clouds moved slowly. They lingered and stopped. They depended more on gravity than on wind or fire. For an hour's weather, it took days. East and west, north and south, had shifted to a standstill.
The big bear, low last night, drunk and sleepy, stumbled barely over the ridge of the Kettle Range. The big bear had always trudged higher, the dominant alpha male, now crouched on the edge, eclipsed by the north. The stars are old and still like storms. The shooting stars, which had flickered in giant leaps across the sky, have stopped, waiting for something I cannot imagine, content to be where they are, motionless in the sky. I had questions about the deciduous conifers. Where is the larch? Has the tamarack shed its needles? Which ones were they? Now there was no mistake, the larch was bright yellow against the spruce and the black-green fir on the mountain. At night, like pale white clouds against the dark north-facing slope. The mother and father who had passed away are in that greening. We worship the tree because the tree itself is a power. We engage with the return of light. “By water, fire, air, and earth, I sanctify the tree of rebirth. We celebrate the return of the sun in the annual cycle of the seasons. By the winter rebirth tree, the evergreen, the ringed branches on the door, the sacred fire within our hearth. Ask for protection and blessing from all who gather here.” The return of the sun in the rebirth of the son through the work and womb of the mother. So we celebrate the sun, the father, the daughter, the son, the mother, and the people as our family. This green celebrates the power of the sky in the wind that comes freely from the mountains, the wind of the lifeblood of the green branches. These are the words we use. These are our prayers. As the day fades and the night stretches, we pray and worship this tree for the return, the rebirth of light, the return of the sun. The world tree is not in any particular place. The tree you have has the scent of fragrant mint, sage, sweet stevia, spicy citrus, fragrant green. Your tree can be any branch you bring in. As it is above, so it is below, as it is within, so it is without. The same prayers and offerings are made for the wild and tame trees that we care for and that grow in the open. No one needs to kill a tree to celebrate life, a branch is enough. We need to rebuild our places of prayer and worship. R, thanksgiving and praise, with space for the participation of brothers and sisters. You can hang from any tree because that is where you are hanging. We say hang from a tree, as in the spring, when we use the rope of awareness to tie our two arms and two legs. Our backs are bleeding where we have lashed ourselves with the rope. We are in pain. The blood runs from our backs to the bark of the tree. We hang from the tree. Your biological mother placed your placenta and buried it under that tree. She pumped milk from her breasts and rubbed it on the tree. The cooperation between the sexes is the restoration of what has been lost, what has been taken. Do ascetic penance personally as a practice, as an experience to gain insight, whether male or female. Do not waste your time comparing one holy place to another you have never been to. The holy land is the dirt beneath your toes right now. Brothers and sisters must help each other.In the story of creation, through arrogance, men and women went to live on opposite sides of the river. I don’t just mean arrogance, it could be lack of knowledge or lack of experience. Innocence often gets us into trouble. Yes, it’s right to protect innocence, but don’t pretend to be innocent. You are innocent for a while. Then innocence is over for you. Continue to protect the innocent, but when you have experience, don’t pretend to be innocent. So rely on experience and knowledge. Each thought they could live well without the other. Each mistakenly took a stand for independence. Each was arrogant in assuming that common goals for the well-being of the individual, the plant, and the place could be possible when man and woman were assumed to be separate beings without interaction. There must be interaction between siblings. Monsters created while living apart, through the abuse of reproductive function, attack us today and torture us. To restore balance, listen to each other and work together on ways to make amends. This is what it means to gather ways to make amends. When you go to the mountains, take a trusted friend from the other side with you. To create harmony, be in harmony, let go and let go of things that no longer fit. No pain is good, so increase your tolerance for pain. We do not seek pain, but to fight we must learn to endure pain. Pain is inevitable. Losing those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to shed the blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed, as always, for those who, for whatever reason, seek to destroy the hearts of good people. Those who delight in misery will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many names. Those who destroy these adobe houses, those who destroy Nuestra Señora, those who not only do not have faith but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, the plants, and the place, those who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live separately without interaction and do not help each other, the Creator deals with them by undermining their intentions through the revelation of their own actions.This is what it means to gather the means of reparation. When you go to the mountains, take a trusted friend from the other side with you to the mountains. To create harmony, be in harmony, let go and let go of things that no longer fit. No pain is good, so increase your tolerance for pain. We do not seek pain, but to fight we must learn to endure pain. Pain is inevitable. Losing those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to shed the blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed, as always, for those who seek to destroy the hearts of good people for whatever reason. Those who delight in misery will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many names. Those who destroy these adobe houses, those who destroy Nuestra Señora, those who not only do not have faith but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, the plants, and the place, those who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live separately without interaction and do not help each other, the Creator deals with them by undermining their intentions through the revelation of their own actions.This is what it means to gather the means of reparation. When you go to the mountains, take a trusted friend from the other side with you to the mountains. To create harmony, be in harmony, let go and let go of things that no longer fit. No pain is good, so increase your tolerance for pain. We do not seek pain, but to fight we must learn to endure pain. Pain is inevitable. Losing those you love is painful. We seek peace. We do not seek to shed the blood of others, even enemies who betray us. The fate of enemies is sealed, as always, for those who seek to destroy the hearts of good people for whatever reason. Those who delight in misery will not triumph for long. They may call themselves by many names. Those who destroy these adobe houses, those who destroy Nuestra Señora, those who not only do not have faith but seek to destroy what strengthens the people, the plants, and the place, those who spread these lies of separation, where the sexes live separately without interaction and do not help each other, the Creator deals with them by undermining their intentions through the revelation of their own actions.
Someone wrote and performed a song to support the idea of an immediate ceasefire to stop the #clearing. The song attempts to expose the crimes of the occupying regime. The very same entity that occupied Turtle Island also occupied Europe and the colonial empire of Great Britain. Warning: This video is for people 18 and older because it contains graphic images of the violence of war against people. The occupying regime has no legitimacy to kill and war against civilian populations. Industrial warfare is never justified against civilians. The deliberate killing of civilians is a crime against our genius in teaching the ways of wild plants as humans. Our duty is to support an immediate and unconditional ceasefire. Clear and stop the ceasefire now. It is the duty of the government and the international community to actively support an immediate ceasefire and a stop to the bombing. We support an immediate ceasefire.
All recorded and performed music, music and lyrics of "Our Love" by an incredible genius.
"You can be Mary, come take my hand, don't be afraid, stand on the mountain because you are brave, and when we stand, nothing can come between us, you can be Mary, I will be your Joseph, we will stand together, nothing can come between us, our love will be Jesus... We have been here before, nothing can come between us, you are my strength, you are my power, come take my hand, we are brave, that is why we were created, nothing can come between us, you are my eyes, you are my hands, this is our heart, this is our love, you will be Mary and I will be Joseph, and our love will be Jesus.."
Incredible Genius November 2023 Ceasefire Now, Stop Erasing Ceasefire Now
Come, take my hand, we are brave,
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