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Sounds Like: music is a universal language that says many things, the ability to feel it is not unknown. where words stop there is organized sound. my approach to life and music is to reach the feelings that somehow get lost between child and adulthood. listen carefully and you will hear something familiar. a melody that is deep within your own dna. we have a code, and there are mysterious codes that unlock unused areas of consciousness.
dandelion day is the personification of a forgetten meadow, a skiplessed stone, the breath of a fish, recycled garbage, a remembered past, another future posibility, and what a weed sees. and hears........
Amani
peace has entered our collective conscience, she has a place and is loved. though she be near or far, her presence is left. bringer of light, dark and all color, bearer of justice, freedom, harmony and wonder. the sun shines on her greener pastures and the moon calls forth her creatures to grow. we are all her products and learn from old wisdom. the path we follow has footsteps of all sizes.
feed two birds with one seed
Shongwa ya'dihsaih skwaya'da genha. Onhwanja qwegih. Deskwennya donh, lhs qwa'sa'satstenhsa, en yongwa'sko gwa'. Da ne'toh. Nya wenha.
At this time we will wrap all our minds together as one mind as we address thanksgiving, acknowledgment and greeting. Our instruction that people be first as we give thanks tells us that people being caring and giving to one another must be paramount in Creator's plan for life. We are given a pattern to follow.
Now we address greetings, acknowledgment, and thanksgiving for all components of Creation. Our Mother Earth who gives and nourishes all life: the Waters; the Plant Life from which we gather food and medicine; the Woodlands, our Brothers; the Four Leggeds and the Winged Ones.
Our acknowledgment and thanksgiving includes our Grandfathers, the Thunderers who bring the rain, cleansing and nourishing all life; the Moving Winds, the air that we breathe; our Elder Brother the Sun, providing light and warmth to Earth and all its bounty; our Grandmother Moon and the beautiful stars of the nighttime sky carrying on their duties as given at their creation.
All of these are good medicine for our well-being and peace of mind. We are all born to this Earth with honor and responsibility. We are not put on earth to wander without guidance and direction. Creator has provided four Sacred Beings, our Protectors, whose duty is to keep straight our minds and our capability to reason with responsibility.
With all our minds wrapped in a huge bundle as one, we bring closure to our greetings of acknowledgment and thanksgiving and address our Creator, the provider of all these life forces which in turn provide that we may have life and know contentment and peace as we journey our path on this Earth. We thank Creator for the ways man is given to help us keep a balance. We all are given a way to live in peace.
We are gathered at this great center today in these troubled times to put together our minds as one in efforts to bring about peaceful coexistence among peoples of the Earth. There is much talk of peace by those in positions of power in the governments of this world.
Not much is being done to de-escalate the conditions creating the chaos all over this planet. Weapons of war must cease to be top priority. To care for the people! Save the Earth! Reviving spiritual values, respect for life and living things must be renewed and practiced.
Our minds put together as one can be one of great power. Our acknowledgments and thanksgiving reinforce that we all are connected, all related, family. We address the whole universe as such. Our mother; our brother; our sisters, plant life; our grandmother; our grandfathers.
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the shaman and the moon: animal spirits
'"its all coming together" said the shaman.
"of course, do you think anything else would happen?" the moon replied.
the shaman was taking care of a plant that needed watering and said "well, i know that things take their time and courses, but i hadnt expected this type of understanding, i didnt think this would be possible".
"its best not to expect" said the moon, "but if you do try always to imagine all the possibilities".
"i am taking control of my situation, and starting to blend with a deeper connection with life, i am realizing that people who dont accept a person's entire self have a lot of anger and issues they need to work through" said the shaman.
"of course "said the moon, she waited for him to get comfortable and continued "anger is pent up frustration and fear. now that your anger is funneled into creativity you are starting to take control of your dreams right?" she said.
"yes, i am starting to make my life happen the way i need it to, and i suppose i can even go places while im awake" said the shaman.
"suppose it then, and visit those who dont realize the connections" said the moon.
"but i dont want to intrude" said the shaman.
"which animals do you think would be suitable" said the moon.
"i know! the messenger hawk and the sensitive deer, just like before" said the shaman.
"then that is what you shall do, and i would also suggest the hummingbird" said the moon.
"thank you grandmother moon, i appreciate all the gifts you allow me to see, and i am very thankful that you have shown me so much that i have needed to learn." said the shaman
"i am always here for anyone, but only to give them what they need." said the moon. "what is next?" said the shaman.
"keep doing what you are doing, and get to know your community, they need a healing garden, and you can never have too much knowledge about plants" said the moon. "i have enjoyed learning how to make buildings with cob the traditional way" said the shaman. "that is just the scratch of the surface, you have truly found the key" said the moon.
Shaman and the moon - Chapter 12: associability "whats wrong?" asked the moon, the shaman looked down at the ground, and refused to answer right away.
"i can feel it coming" he said.
"oh, that, well you know its for the best" said the moon
"but why does it have to happen now, i always get the feeling that the world is too young" said the shaman
"its much older than you realize, and after all there are cycles" said the moon.
"so this is what its like, you know i just want to disappear now more than ever" said the shaman.
"can you still do it?" said the moon.
"of course i can!" he said.
"well i know you can, but its best that you remain,
for there are many who dont know the ancient ways" she said.
"i get the feeling nobody needs me, and besides i cant do anything right anyway" he said reluctantly
"you can still do what youre good at, dont lose your inspiration" she said.
"its already gone, and i dont know if its ever going to come back,
the news i found out today is the worst ive ever heard, i feel like the whole universe is cursing me" said the shaman
"even if it is you can still be strong and help others" she said.
"how?" he said.
"remember the last thing your grandfather said to you?" said the moon.
"to keep doing what im doing?" said the shaman, "but that was so long ago, and it seems ive lost the way" said the shaman.
"thats only how you feel now, do you still have the wish to change the world, and teach about the uses of plants?" said the moon.
"yes, and i will always" said the shaman.
"take the time now to do what you need to do,
and remember everything, the world needs you, even if you decide to disappear for a while,
maybe that wouldnt be a bad idea anyway. you could take the time to grow" she said.
"yes, i know i should be strong, and teach others how to live strong" he said
"i wish you the best luck you need, i have always loved you, and i always will." she said
"i will continue to do practice the ancient ways for him, for you and for everyone.
our only hope is to recycle the past, and remember where to go in the future" he said
"yes, thats right, now youre getting that inner strength back, the strength of a tiger." she said
"i am starting new gardens, and visioning new techniques." he said
"your grandfather and all of us are proud" she said.
Shaman and the moon - chapter 13: 286,000 miles per second
"i feel strong again" said the shaman.
"of course you are, we are travelling at 286,000 miles per second, and you are taking care of yourself and others" said the moon. "thank you for reminding me grandmother, i had almost forgotten who i was, because i was so sad" said the shaman.
"it only took a little encouragement, you have all the inspiration you can use, how are your plants coming along?" said the moon.
"they are coming along quite well, and there will be enough for the people to eat this year." said the shaman.
"after they are all planted what will you do?" asked the moon.
"i will move on. 3,000 miles away and it will take three days, there i will continue my work with gardens and plant the seeds to ancient plants." said the shaman.
"and what else will you do?" asked the moon.
"i will teach people how to eat the weeds and use them for food and medicine. i am longing for the taste of miner's lettuce, lambs quarters, pursulane, and common plantago right now!" said the shaman.
"ah, such wonderful foods! what else will you do?" said the moon.
"i will wait for further instructions, and read. i am hoping to spend a lot of time in the woods, much more than i am now."said the shaman
"and your community?"said the moon.
"they will find me i am sure, but right now i will find my own calm, patient voice, and my own sacred spaces." said the shaman. "that sounds like a fine young tiger, i wish you well". said the moon
nature and nurture...........
peace, love and harmony are like a beautiful hummingbird bird singing from a far away tree. sometimes you want to possess them. so you struggle up the tree and yank the hummingbird bird down, put it in a cage and take it home. when it gets there, it is no longer beautiful, the long ecstatic stares it used to give you are gone, and it won't look you in the eyes. it doesn't look as pretty as it used to, and won't sing.
if you want peace, love and harmony you have to give them what they
need; freedom. you cannot expect to achieve peace if you only give it
what you want. and you can't expect love if you expect it to act your
way. harmony is striving for justice, and giving care, to allow and
help others to do what they need, so long as they don't harm
themselves or others. to achieve peace, love and harmony see the hummingbird bird
free, feed it, allow for shelter,communicate with it, and have its song in your heart.
how a garden is a symbol of anarchic freedomAlmost everywhere you look things are commodified. many things don't come free, even if you can get them that way, there is a cost at some level. Governments, regardless of leaning, still require people to pay money for food. No one can live without food, therefore, people become dependent upon the systems created by the government, often to their detriment, in order to get food and live. In cases where altruistic communities arise it is often those with the biggest bounty who give away the most freely. why cant we all live like this? In many communities resources are fought over, tooth and nail. The people who give the most are often forced, by an agressor who wishes to sell the product. This is a viscious cycle of life that does not enable a person to become successful at their highest potential. It requires males and females to compete, and often forced into harmful situations. Our creators did not intend for us to live life like this, but they did give us the freedom to choose for ourselves.
A garden is a revolutionary act of defiance and anarchy on one side, and a simple means of creating your own sustenance on the other. It does not require; an army,genius, schooling , or a lot of money (for the resourceful, it requires none). It does require space, time, compost, soil, seeds, water, and love. These may seem like strange items for a revolution, but like most shifts in consciousness these items can become very important. Many gardens are popping up in formerly abandoned areas. With too much money spent on war, the despotic powers don't have concern yet for quiet gardeners. Somewhere a weed slowly grows through cement. Many vacant lots are owned by people who don't even live in your town, or by banks that use your money to make more money. When you see the pleased faces of your neighbors, you'll know gardening is a way to overthrow the government, when people become collectivized, we notice that the more we meet a community's needs the less hassle we get from police. Food not Bombs collectives around the country havent experienced enough tolerance from police, because there are too many starving in Amercian streets for churches to handle. The derilect has become the scapegoat of the New World Order, but they create and maintain homelessness, and poverty. Instead of teaching people to be self sufficient this new era lets people fend for themselves, with little access to resources. When a garden is created, a pillar of the empire is crushed. If the world relied on its own ingenuity and once again fed and sheltered itself, the shared the bounty would see the rise of agrarian societies. Even the governments would crumble as soldiers returned home to forge plowshares from their weapons. there would be no one to bully another in a world where a hole in the ground is respected as a womb. Why bomb another, when you can look forward to one of their exotic and tasty crops? Why endeavor to have a standardized world or nation, when there are so many juicy differences? why have just apples, when there is so much fruit? with so many benefits! Our bodies were designed to function healthiest when we have a varied diet of healthy fruits, edible/medicinal plants (weeds), and vegetables, eat as much raw food as you can. we all have the power to rise above the mundane existence of dependency on large corporations who pollute the earth and care little for individuals.
'Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
Refrain:
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning we come round right
'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,
Refrain:
'Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.
allow yourself to be in communication and community with me. the middle ground is where we shall meet, and in this place there will be excitment and new things for all of us. it is a place with enticing projects and a feeling that is unlike our comfortable zones. there will be a challenge there for us to breath, count to ten and balance each other. it will be a time and space for us to explore those things that we are unfamiliar with, and learn about that which we do not remember or know. the middle ground holds the union between us, and in this space peace and love can be found. we can use our ideas and skills to make a harmonius path, with thyme and chamomile to walk on.............
"Meet your Meat" on the Street
saving money sustainably
- drive less (carpool)
- eliminate processed foods and drinks (make your own using whole foods!)
- grow your own food (veggies,herbs, weeds and sprouts)
- entertain yourself
- go solar or get a windmill
- enough is plenty
- hand wash your clothes
- reduce use of the refridgerator (use a rootcellar)
- solar oven
- reduce use of electricity (enjoy natural living)
- dont buy plastic childrens toys (make your own)
- invent something
- invest in a sustainable future
- recycle, reuse, reduce
- start a freeschool
- collectivize resources
read "grandmothers counsel the world" by carol schaefer and listen to the moon. its time we move away from a materalistic culture and learn how to live in harmony nature and plants. find out how to love unconditionally and be real for ourselves and others. put aside your anger and selfishness. realize loyalty is more important than self preservation. think about the next seven generations and cultivate ancient wisdom.
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"An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure"
-ancient saying
the earth travels at an average speed of 67,062 miles per hour. the sun travels at an average speed of 4500 miles per hour and the milky way is travelling at an average speed of 500,000 miles per hour. all are going somewhere, does anyone know? if you can tell me this, and if you can say that everything is contained in your books i will tell you that you know the truth. otherwise the truth is constantly unfolding, and that shall be my guide. if i dont hear from you, you may not hear from me. so reach out in this ever changing universe and take a chance.
unconditional love - strong affection without limits for the purpose of and resulting in no harm
turn turn turn by pete seeger
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
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there is majik and i love you forever, this is not to be understood that we must not change, for change is our very nature, the more we nurture and give the more we return to peace. do you remember me? i was the nervous one who could foresee things coming, i was the one that appeared to be a million miles away, i was the one who sought a harmonious way. i am still far from where i am going, but my mind is healing, and i am closer to returning to where i was before time gave me a face. i have patience now, and know things i did not know then, for i change with each new day. i live for the next generations and breath each breath. space and time are one and from these come all things, let your mind be at peace with me. i may never be what you or i would like me to be, so lets meet in the middle. majik is revealed through nature itself, for that is what we came from and will return. simplicity in its finest acoutriments is like a flower blooming.
from every creation there comes recreation,
from every action comes reaction.
let all feelings be fine and well.
perfection is truth.
the sun and moon shine brightly on us all, let them be our guides for unity!
How to camp/agroforest
remember some important rules. first rule is the golden rule. do no harm to others. be prepared to have your camp be clean and resemble a natural environment. if you start in an area that is trashed, remove it, and gently augment the environment with some containers of herbs and vegetables. dont introduce species that will become invasive, unless you start with a barren area, or if you know that animals will eat them.
sow perennials seeds that will come back year after year. use field guides to find out what plants are available in your area, many are edible.
rely primarily on eating edible plants. they provide more nutrition than domesticated plants. tend to all the plants around your camp. eat as much raw food as possible, it also will provide you with the most nutrition.
the key thing to remember is that you need to be safe. as safe as possible, conceal yourself and your camp.leave no footprints, or trails, unless you choose to have visitors. camping in national parks is legal, but for only two weeks, if you move around a bunch you can stay indefinitely. the ancient natives used to travel quite a bit, and leave food and gardens for themselves at their different destinations. if we are to be "stealing" land,
then we can be well prepared "pirates". and have lots of buried treasure! underground areas are very helpful and sustainable. if you cant build an underground shelter, you can still bury a few totes filled with supplies. here are some useful ones;
1. waterproof blanket or sleeping bag (i.e. gortex)
2. water bottle
3. rain and snow gear
4. two back packs (one for gear and one for a day bag)
5. medicinal and edible plant field guides
6. utility knife (with more than just blades)
7. waterproof Matches and lighters
8. reading material and a hobby
9. Cord and/or rope
10. Plastic Sheet and tarps
11. waterproof bags
12. Emergency Poncho
13. Pencils and pens
14. Paper or notebook
15. Fire Starter (i.e. flint)
16. Candle
17. solar power cells
18. rechargeable Batteries
19. simple food (dried veggies and fruit, grains, nuts, soy sauce, nutritional yeast, herbs, spices, oil, etc.)
20. compass
22. seeds
23. plastic bags
edible plant resources:
http://www.wilderness-survival.net/plants-1.php
http://www.edibleplants.com
http://www.edibleplants.com/wepnut_frames.html
How to create a venue, and why
share an idea with friends to create your own cultural identity. spread the word to include aspects of art, communication, and as many forms of culture you can think of. gather with food (potluck), be mindful. let the event grow like an organism. keep it healthy,creative. allow for people to mix and mingle in a comfortable environment. watch the expression unfold. the space is very special, but can be done anywhere.its even better to create a venue out of an unused space (i.e. a basement, attic, empty lot or spot in the woods) usually you can groundscore many of the materials you'll need to make useful spaces (i.e.materials for stages, decorations, tables, shelves, etc.).Our communities prosper when we engage ourselves in social interaction. by creating a venue you open the doors of possibility. start a venue, entertain, create safe spaces,and ween dependence on capitalist culture!
yvonne from octopus project playing a xhou yuan song. The Story of Johnny Appleseed
The Story of Johnny Appleseed
Johnny Appleseed in real life was one John Chapman, born on September
26, 1774 near Leominster, Massachusetts.
Little is known of his early life,
but he apparently received a good education which helped him in his later
years.
By the time he was 25 years old, he had become a nursery man and
had planted apple trees in the western portions of New York and Pennsylvania.
Some of the orchards in those areas were said to have originated with his
apple trees.
When the rich and fertile lands lying south of the Great Lakes and west
of the Ohio river were opened for settlement in the early 1800's, John Chapman
was among the very first to explore the new territory.
This was the Northwest
Territory from which the states of Ohio, Michigan, Indiana, and Illinois
were later formed. For nearly half a century Johnny Appleseed roamed his
territory. When settlers arrived, they found John Chapman's young apple
trees ready for sale. In the years that followed, he became known as the
Apple Tree Man, or Johnny Appleseed.
His manner of operation was simple. He went into the wilderness with a bag of apple seeds on his back until he found a likely spot for planting. There he would clear the land by chopping out weeds and brush by hand. Then he planted his apple seeds in neat rows and built a brush fence around the area to keep out straying animals. His nurseries varied in size. Some were only an acre or so, others covered many acres.
He did all of the work himself, living solitarily for weeks at a time occassionally communing with the Indians and wild animals for companionship. He never carried a gun or weapon of any kind. He was a deeply religious man who lived by theGolden Rule and had no fear of man or beast. Indians accepted him as a friend, and he is reputed to have talked at times to the wild animals who watched him as he worked in his nurseries. Undoubtedly, they sensed his kind and gentle nature. Once, it is reported, he was caught in a snow storm and crept into a hollow fallen tree for shelter. He found it occupied by a hibernating bear and her cubs, but spent the night there nonetheless. There is no report, however, of how much space he kept between them and himself.
John Chapman was a practical businessman as well as a sincere Christian. Somewhere, somehow, he had caught a vision of the winderness blossoming with apple trees, orchard after orchard of carefully nurtured trees, whose fragrant blossoms gave promise of a fruitful harvest for the settlers. Willingly he endured the hardships of his wilderness life as he worked to make his dream come true. His sturdy young trees lightened the hearts and lifted the spirits of many settlers, for there is a suggestion of a permanent and loving home when one plants fruit trees around a cabin.
He sold his trees for a few pennies each, accepting any of the coins current on the frontier. Some had no cash, and from those he accepted a simple promise to pay at a later date. Few failed to keep their word. He sometimes accepted payment in used clothing.
As he was a small man, his bartered clothing usually fit him poorly. This led to some of the humorous descriptions of his appearance in those early years. Like many of the settlers, he went barefooted a great deal because shoes were hard to come by and seldom fit his tough gnarled feet. As he ate no meat, he carried a stewpot or kettle with him. In this he could gather nuts or berries in season, carry water, get milk from a settler's cow, boil potatoes, or drop a handful of coarse-ground meal into the boiling water to make a nourishing meal. He has been pictured wearing such a pot on his head, but more likely he kept it tied to his pack rather than let it bounce on his head.
He preferred to walk, carrying his precious apple seeds and the simplest of camping gear on his back. He also used a boat, canoe, or raft to transfer larger loads of seeds along the many waterways. Customarily, he obtained his apple seeds every fall. At first, he went back to the cider presses in western Pennsylvania where he selected good seeds from the discarded apple pressings. He washed the seeds carefully and packed them in bags for planting the following spring. In later years, as cider presses were located in the new territory, he gathered his seeds closer to home.
There is no way to estimate how many millions of seeds he planted in the hundreds of nurseries he created in the territory lying south of the Great Lakes and between the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. This was his service to mankind.
John Chapman never married, but he loved people and especially children. As the settlers moved into the wilderness, his lonely nights were fewer because he was a welcomed guest at every cabin. Many a night after the simple meal, he would hold them all enthralled with his stories or read to them from the Bible or from some of the religious material he carried.
It was with such friends that he spent his last night. He had been living near Fort Wayne, Indiana, when word came one March day that cattle had broken through the brush fence around one of his nurseries some twenty miles away. Although it was a raw spring day, he set forth immediately to repair the damage. On his return trip he was stricken with a disease known as the winter plague. He found shelter with friendly settlers but failed to survive the attack. A newspaper account gives the date as March 18, 1845, but other dates have been given. Such confusion is not at all suprising when one remembers that this kind and gentle man was known by the name of Johnny Appleseed to almost everyone, and only a few knew that his true name was John Chapman. Many of his young seedlings may have crossed the plains in covered wagons to produce their bountiful fruit in the western states. Certainly, his fame did, for the name of Johnny Appleseed is known throughout all of the United States and elsewhere in much of the world. People continue to improve their environment in Johnny Appleseed's manner whenever thay plant a new seedling!