Flat-earth prairie herbalism of rivers, creeks, hills, and flat grassland. People, plants, place, prairie. The stuff of vitalism like riding bicycles, playing guitar and bass. Stand with prairie green grass real work.
Hawthorn Blessings on Lyrids, Falling star pollen will activate Hawthorn flowers, Crataegus this is best time to gather for (W)holy plant with last years berry save. When Joseph of Arimathea traveled by boat with the Virgin Mary, Lazarus, Mary Magdalene he brought the holy grail to Glastonbury. He stuck his staff in the ground and a Hawthorn grew. Today we celebrate this day during the Lyrids, when falling star pollen collects on the Hawthorne branches. Say the Señal de la Cruz, 3 Hail Mary's, an Our Father, and glory be, and walk around the tree when gathering or making medicine. You can take a piece of cloth to leave near the base of the tree, or just think about the people being helped by this medicine. The branch, always ¡before it flowers!, is brought near the entrance to the house, as on an outside porch, ideally where you blessed the house with chalk from the Three Kings, Epiphany, if you haven't done so you can take the chalk to the Hawthorn tree, and it's customary to write something inconspicuous on the tree. Note the branch if flowered should not be brought inside the house to protect from lightning strikes, only outside or nearby.
Hawthorn blooming lowest elevation here, just budding leaf now, soon to flower next week. The waxing gibbous will set west near sunrise, look for star dust pollen in the east, lower horizon, constellation Lyra with brite star Vega after midnight to early morning.
Wake robin trillium soon beth root "....i knew it was true, trillium soon, Wake robin house talk story, Good to see willow and robin knowing Mary is the greening. Wake robin flowered Trillium with 3 leaves, that appears in spring emerging from the snow houses. The wake robin is both wild turkey and Holy Mary, Mother of God, who with gobbling turkeys bless melted snow water, flowing, sheep creek. Turdus migratorius, red chested robin, buries itself in the snow around Christmas when the days are short. The robin lives the winter beneath the snow. They leave their snow house sheltered by thick red cedar, and meet up with elk and turkey to plan everything coming up in the plant world.
Become wake robin singing. During the winter, Mother bless red cedar pine wake robin mountains.
Later snow houses become bunch berry or wake robin. Our Lady Good Remedy, good medicine, praying thru us all two legged four legged creatures, birds with wings, those swimming in water. Giving us your heart and eyes...i knew it was true, trillium soon.
In the spring wake robins Turdus migratorius leave their snow houses and as the snow melts pussy willow grow around the lake.
Poleo, Lycopus and skullcap are 3 migrating south plants, who leave for the winter, and will return later to flower in swampy mud around the east end of the lake. Later these three plants will journey south over 2000 miles, walking mountains dream different dreams. Poleo, Lycopus and skullcap bless ancestors buried in this muddy Earth and your children coming from sky.
Holy wake robin Queen of heaven, earth wind and wood, blessing life of water. In the Holy name of Jesús + Mary, wake robin and willow. You are our stories. You are our assistance bless the water, our red blood, green blood of trees. "We open mountain lake by opening our hearts. Abrimos el lago de la montaña
abriendo nuestros corazones.." -pm
Good to see willow knowing Mary is the greening...i knew it was true, trillium soon.
2nd grade Sister Anne spun a bucket of water. Not a drop spilled out. She said, the reason no water spills out is called Mary's greening love. So i tried it, not a drop spilled out from the bucket. Then a robin sang a song and a wild turkey fanned and gobbled, a squirrel scampered up a tree, blown down by the wind storm, blocking the trail, so i knew it was true, bunch berry and trillium soon."
Saskatoon, Amelanchier alnifolia, rose family sprawling shrub tree, used to get lots of attention, still waving, hello stream side
watercourse, open meadow forest interface, leaves toothed on upper half, oblong deciduous leaves, turn gold to red autumn, flowers 5 petaled pearly white sprawling on terminal racemes lushly adolescent disorganized prolific, fruit edible & eatable, manzanita, tiny apple pomme, gathered mid sommer, delightful whimsical supportive tree bush. like many wind waving, hello, hey you high? plants opening up the space, appears quite lonely because having been loved now forsaken, to women bark for afterbirth, stems with snowberry to quick start break a fever, with prunus bark diaphoretic cold and phlu, like recent bathed sweaty lovers sweat. These plants are waving calling, because they meant much, saw and watched us, played with us, now still waiting, sit and talk to me, listening. So many plants waving deeply imbedded in our hearts Saskatoon
.....at the risk of being random...Well...we're in dry crunchy times...a couple of thoughts, we all come with an expiration date stamped on the souls of our feet. It's hard when sons, daughters, grandchildren make it clear we're no longer relevant. No longer invited to the party and put us in the back room.
Lysichiton americanus -- skunk cabbage, northern swamp medicine, first wildflower of spring in the north woods, sitting with plants on Wild Herb Ways.
The feminine is dark, cold, wet, moist, forgiving. The root can nourish breathing
We don't get invited to the wild parties anymore, even though on a good day we could still dance around the fire. Usually they'll come back and say, 'wow gramps, you had a point there. We're having a party, bring your guitar, sing some of those old songs.' Even if it's because our name still is on the deed to the farm and with that expiration coming closer, little johnny or joAnne might get a little bump.
From working on🔥...the yellowstone'88 fires i first became aware 1st hand of changes afoot. Environment is rooted in place. It's not that there is herbalism in this box, politics in this box, systemic inequality in this box, wild fire and drought in this box. There is a single box and it's contents are mixed and mingled. This was a different kind of fire. Whether the shrinking glaciers in the wind rivers or the contracting retreating medicine gardens in the southwest, there was a movement from moist lush to crunchy dry. Socially likewise communities were becoming stressed like the plants. People tend to forget our lives are twined and spun in a world of wind, rain and seasons within the natural world. Just as the political wars of europe spun to a lung cough, drowning in mucus epidemic 1918-1920, an unseen unknown enemy stalking. One hundred years later we are similarly masked, stalked, victoried or defeated by the invisible. Like Francisco and Marta of Fatima, we may have seen Our Lady, heard her voice, yet we are stalked by the cough.
Visiting sw university arboretum libraries, and comparing specimens of where madrean sky island plants were noted in the early 20th centuries to the 2000's, the plants just weren't there any more as described. They were reduced, limited to portions of their range. Still there struggling and surviving though hiding in the remaining abundance. Likewise human communities where people in the past could reasonably expect to thrive were unraveling. People like the plants were moving in small bunches to preserve what they could of their authentic cultural expressions. The plants already restricted to sky islands, began to retreat to trickles of moist yin cañons and further contraction.
Extreme high pressure drought like historic late 16th century and the medieval period, between 900–1300 AD drought had returned to the south west after a brief respite of wet years in the 1980's to severe drought by the decades end. The difference being exponential human population growth, stress on the plants, mining/pumping of ground water. Just as poachers can ping a collared sheep, wolf or griz, people were using similar technologies and data bases with plants. It just wasn't possible for me ethically to gather wild plants in these drought stressed areas or disclose their locations. I remember reading rereading, Aldo Leopold for several years at Escudilla mountain and his account of the last griz shot and killed in Arizona in the 30's, and thinking about these plants in similar terms.
In terms of woke for me, it has been positive for growth. In these dry crunchy times, the woke I encountered in the early 2000's, my response went from denial to acknowledging a new generation has emerged and while it's sad i am part of the thesis, and i won't be able to contribute to the synthesis, still it's new life, although a life i don't want to enter and won't be able to enter.
All of us come stamped with an expiration date, physical decline, death, which extends to our most cherished possessions, our beliefs. i acknowledge my own dated- ness. I acknowledge the new voices, their concerns by listening. In the same way i listen to flyover geese honking, heading north. Geese like all the feathered flying are beautiful yet foreign strange, undependable yet none the less poignant. I have no possibility to embrace goose-dom and they are rightly so wary of me. As far as the woke, I have heard their generational words spoken for a lifetime. There's nothing new there. They are and have been the dominant culture. Yet I don't pretend to understand their words because i can't. They refuse to understand me on my terms, and i likewise the same. I have to be ok with being labeled the enemy, because they are the narrative. i do consider them friend or foe but hold no ill-will to them because ill-will damages the holder. Best to be wary, aloof. during the elaborate dance for which i am uninvited. Being alone and quiet is a gift. Understanding based on discursive thinking tends to be shallow empire political bound. So i understand by not understanding. I welcome the uninvited, it was what was required.
All i can say is the daily living situation across 'merica has exponentially deteriorated especially for young people coming of age. Having lived in 'merica's 5th largest city, in a dry crunchy, pressurized terrarium, there are new voices, avoid or deny them at your peril. This is a time of listening not understanding. The old ways and the real work will be there, some people will come back to it, others won't, a sharpened maul with a good handle, works as well today to split wood as before. The main thing is deepen with plants by doing plants, words will come later.
When we say, "Nuestra Señora", we refer to 'no separation', that the mother of creation is our mother. Not so much earth mother only but mother of living things on the earth, of which we are living, alive so it is essential to open our hearts to that. Our life is not separate from living things around us. So the inner attitude is gratitude and thanks. Mountain opening is the spring season when snow melts, days lengthen and greening occurs. We can not know the first cause of things, just things as they are now. We prefer a certain security in our lives even though we know there is no security. The seasons continue cyclic change challenging us to grow. The seasons are detaching us from the securities of this world... With sincerity we can ask 'Nuestra Señora', our mother Mary to tell us what she wants of us today, and continue to do that every day. And spend as much time as possible with Her at church, outside in nature, somewhere in your home or where you find the gratitude and thanks. We are not saying words as much as recalling memories in the world around us. You will have to find that place where she is all we need.
Para ser sanador, el ingrediente principal de cada fórmula es el amor del corazón, porque cada curación viene sólo por ella, a través de él. For a Healer, the primary ingredient in every formula is love from the heart because all healing comes through her by him. all guitars bass percussion recorded 8 Marzo 2021, in preparation for La Apertura, the mountain opening
La Conquistadora, La Apertura Mountain Opening
La Apertura de la montaña comienza ahora. Quemaré las hierbas de cedro fragantes para La Guadalupana, Nuestra Señora de Los Remedios, La Conquistadora para bendecir La Apertura de esta montaña. Gratitud y bendiciones. La Guadalupana, Nuestra Señora La Conquistadora Gobernadora de los Remedios
Ruega por Nuestros.
La Guadalupana, nuestra Señora La Conquistadora Gobernadora de Los Remedios. Ruega por nosotros.
Por la señal de la Santa Cruz, de nuestros enemigos líbranos Señor, Dios nuestro. En el nombre del Padre, y Del Madre Maria Santisima La Conquistadora, Gobernadora de los Remedios, y del Hijo, Jesu Cristo, y del Espíritu Santo El Viento Santo del Espíritu Santo., ¡Viento santo de las montañas, abran! ¡Abre ahora!
Amén.
Amén.
Gloria al Padre, y al Madre Maria Santisima La Conquistadora Gobernadora de los Remedios, y al Hijo Jesu Cristo y al Espíritu Santo.
Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Amén.
Nuestra Señora, la Conquistadora, nuestra reina y La Gobernadora de la Isla de Tortuga. Somos tu gente sin fronteras, en la Isla Tortuga. Con tu protección, con este humo rojo de cedro, concedido por Nuestro Salvador Jesucristo, y por el poder del Espíritu Santo., ¡Viento santo de las montañas, abran! ¡Abre ahora! Abrimos la montaña en tu nombre santo. Reunimos a tus Recuerdos. Por el poder del Espíritu Santo en esta montaña quemamos incienso rojo de cedro y hierbas sagradas. A través de ti, seamos dignos de las promesas de Cristo. Amén.
Santa María Madre de Dios, Madre de Jesucristo, ruega por nosotros.
Nuestra madre
Tierra,
ruega por nosotros.
Pachamama,
ruega por nosotros.
La Guadalupana,
ruega por nosotros.
La Gobernadora de plantas y hierbas,
reza por nosotros.
Nuestra Señora Santa María Madre de Dios, Madre de Jesucristo, reza por nosotros. Nuestra Señora de los árboles y el verde, ruega por nosotros.
Santo fantasma del viento Santo,
ruega por nosotros.
Nuestra Señora de Los Remedios,
ruega por nosotros.
Papa Francisco, Santa Madre Iglesia, con Guadalupana y Pachamama, ruega por nosotros.
Madre de Dios, Madre de Tierra,
Voy a través de ti.
Eres la misma.
Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Reina del Cielo y la Tierra, eres la Tierra y el Cielo, nubes, agua y rocío matutino, dando a luz todas las cosas.
Madre de Dios,
Madre de la Tierra,
Voy a pasar por ti.
Eres igual.
Como lo fue al principio, ahora y para siempre, por siglos. En cuatro direcciones, en un círculo, entre el padre, la madre, el hijo y la hija, Espíritu Santo. Amén.
Amén. Amén. Amén.
"Praise be to you, Father,
through our Sister, Mother Earth,
who sustains and governs us,
and who produces various fruit
with coloured flowers
and herbs.”
Pope Francis, “LAUDATO SI’
Holy Mary Mother of God, Mother of Jesus Christ, pray for us, be with us.
Our mother Earth,
pray for us.
Pachamama,
pray for us.
Guadalupana,
pray for us.
The Governess, La Gobernadora of plants and herbs,
pray for us.
Our Lady Holy Mary Mother of God, Mother of Jesus Christ, pray for us.
Our Lady of the Trees and the Greening,
pray for us.
Holy Ghost in the Holy Wind,
pray for us.
Pope Francis, Holy Mother Church,
Guadalupana, Pachamama, Mary Mother of God,
pray for us.
Our Lady of the Remedies,
pray for us.
Queen of Heaven and Earth,
you are Earth and Heaven, clouds, water and morning dew,
giving birth to all things.
Mother of God, Mother of Earth,
I'm coming through you.
You're the same.
As it was in the beginning,
now and forever,
for the centuries of the centuries. Amen.
The Mountain Opening begins now. I burn the fragrant cedar herbs for La Guadalupana, Our Lady La Conquistadora to bless opening this mountain. Gratitude and blessings. La Guadalupana, Our Lady La Conquistadora Gobernadora de los Remedios of healing plants, pray for us.
La Guadalupana, Our Lady La Conquistadora Gobernadora, pray for us. By the sign of the Holy Cross, from our enemies, deliver us Lord, our God. In the name of the Father, and of Mother Maria Santisima La Conqueror, Governor of the Remedios, and of the Son, Jesus Christ, and of the Holy Spirit, the Holy Wind of the Holy Ghost, open up! Open up now!
Amen.
Glory to the Father, and Mother Maria Santisima La Conqueror and Son Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost, the Holy Wind of the Holy Ghost. Holy wind of the mountains, open! Open up now!
As it was in the beginning, now and forever, for the centuries of the centuries. Amen.
Nuestra Señora La Conquistadora, our Queen, Ruler and Governess of Turtle Island. We are your people living without borders, on Turtle Island. With your protection, with this red cedar smoke, granted by Our Savior Jesus Christ, and by the power of the Holy Ghost Wind moving in these mountains. We ask your blessings to open the mountain in your holy names. We gather your plants, herbs and Remedios. By the power of the Holy Ghost, Holy wind of the Mountains , open! Open up now! on this mountain. We burn red cedar incense and holy herbs. Through you, Mary most holy La Conquistadora and Governess of these Remedios, let us be worthy of promises of Christ. Amen
I can feel the cold bony fingers of La Niña Blanca.
Nuestra Señora de Los Remedios .
Santo Muerte, no te quiero,
ni te necesito más.
Your lips are red with blood, just like my heart.
Thighs are white like snow, like the clouds above.
Put on earth to help one another,
learn every remedio that grows.
Mamacita, take me home.
Watching snow, snow melt into spring.
The cold icy white blanket of Niña Blanca finally ending.
Up on the mountain,
where red root grows.
Long tailed ginger, devil's club, arnica.
I can feel the icy fingers of La Niña Blanca. lifting.
Cedar mountain, sitka valeriana , parrot's beak.
Watching snow melt into spring,
the cold icy fingers of La Niña Blanca finally ending,
finally gone.
Mamacita take me home.
Mamacita take me home.
Up on the mountain where red root grows.
Long tailed ginger, devil's club, arnica.
Cedar mountain, sitka valeriana, parrot's beak.
I can feel the cold icy fingers melting.
Watching snow melt into spring, the cold icy fingers of La Niña Blanca finally ending, finally gone.
Mamacita take me home.
Nuestra Señora of the Remedios." -by Paul Manski.
The song is about the continuous interplay between evil and good, death vs life, , cold, La Niña Blanca representing the cold icy frozen juxtaposed by Señora de Los Remedios, the ultimate Mamacita related to the healing plant of living things and authenticity. -blessings for the re-Navidad of everyone, to make all things new in love -pm
