Garden Anarchy Part II

Freedom is a personal and intimate relationship that, in the end, is for the future generations so that they will be holders of the wisdom of the past for their own measures. This is to increase their degree of autonomy and self-determination so that they represent their interests in a responsible and self-determined way and act upon their own authority as nature intended. Let’s keep the magic alive.

For the interest of personal freedom and the right to choose our own medicine, I embark on this journey to stay out of the throws of “organized” medicine and in the ancient realms of teaching and mentoring the way of alchemy.

I am concerned at the state of our “health” and “health care” and that concern is enough for me be and become a rebellious gardener speaking out to that which is dark and evil. I grow my own plants and take pride in the life of all my green friends. My apothecary begins in the seeds that takes years to mature and travels to my kitchen for blending. I give space and time the freedom to develop relationships with this green way so that the “medicine for the people” stays alive. I am the new generation of plant lovers who is being asked by the plants to become a rebel for the connection of plant and humans by remembering and harnessing the past so that I give to the future the magical seeds.

Most of us know we are deep in the clutches of a controlling arm of state-controlled medicine. The game is played with the movers causing unnecessary “fear” in our views on healing. The chess players tell us they “protect” us, the people. The rules and regulations appear as “noble” for our benefit. The practitioners find themselves “paying” for their right to be healers joining boards and paying dues to a system that has no intent on healing. We are hobbled by bureaucracy and organized control and as such, we have moved far from the tenants of true health and healing.

“They” (the system) don’t want us to know or tamper with our materia medica. They tell us it is dangerous. They plant fear in our hearts. And, we are losing the song of stories the plants sing that has been handed down for generations. “They” want to dismantle the song into parts and pieces and label them drugs. They don’t want us to make our own medicine. They want our money. They want us to be “good” men and women and follow the standard rules. When we can’t recommend a fruit because that means we are dispensing medicine, gosh, it has gone too far. And, we have agreed to this on many levels. I am at a point in my life where I get any participation in that “system” is my acceptance of that “system”. You can’t be half in and half out. Frankly, I don’t accept it. So, I choose to stop and be a rebel. For me, it is a human rights issue that has taken the “kind” out of our ability to heal ourselves. It is an issue that causes us (wants us) to forget and neglect the wisdom of grandmother/father healing. It is intricately related to our freedom of choice. However, this principle of freedom of choice extends beyond the relationship with your “healer”. Herbal Medicine is the indigenous traditional healing system and a folk Medicine. It is the medicine of the people. And, whether we understand or acknowledge it or not, we are are being duped and we are in danger of loosing it.

There are many plants that legally have been nominated for “practitioner use only” — once again denying the public a freedom of choice. Unless you have sat in a classroom for 8 years plus, you can’t have a recognized patient/healer relationship. Patients are clients and you are “educating” them. You can not prescribe. You are not recognized. And, you are underground if you choose otherwise.

Let’s consider the freedom of choice of future generations. I don’t know how long the Empire of the Capitalist bureaucrats can sustain itself, but it’s already shown itself to be vulnerable and one day, (if we have learnt anything from history), fall it certainly will. What are we going to do then? Have we merged too intimately with the pharmaceutical monster? Will we remember our own medicine?

Do we have a choice? Well, we do! That choice is a personal one and one needs to be outside of the systems and “taken back”.

I am very blessed to have the resources to grow and make most of my own medicine. I am blessed to know the plants…to work with them daily. I am blessed to feel their characters and Spirit and intimate with them. I am also fully aware of how “the system” bites deeply into the heart of healers taking away their connection and demanding the “be clinical” way.

Herbal Medicine’s great and enduring strength is that it can function to a high degree of sophistication on spectacularly low technology. That doesn’t mean it isn’t an amazing “art”. It takes much wisdom and time to understand the plants and it definitely is not taught in classrooms. The ancient art of alchemy will have a come back..but that come back will happen in our gardens and kitchens.

Humbly, I feel I am one of many custodians of this priceless knowledge and I am determined to protect it and keep it safe, come what may. I continue to learn. I have lots to learn. I am blessed to be in a situation where I can dedicate most of my waking world to learning. My garden and kitchen are my laboratory.

Many of you may not truly realize how wonky our state controlled system is. After many years of discovering the claws of organized health care, I have learned that I do not want to be a state-controlled. That means I can not call myself a “healer” in the world of business. I am simply a gardener teaching others what I know. But, I also know that what I am doing is crucially important for so many levels of healing from the health of the soils, the life of the plants, the reclaiming of the alchemy of making medicine for the protection and force of future generations. I intend to pass on this to my daughter and my daughter’s daughter so that they are infused with the power of the sacred world of plants.

However, I am very concerned for the fate of herbal medicine as a whole. I am convinced that modern medicine is a runaway train careering towards disaster.

Herbalists are by nature people who choose freedom — we don’t like being organized. But, if you turn aside from the “organization”, you are deemed a criminal. You are feared into “being a good person” and “playing the game presented”. Herbalists out there are suffering — they’re not doing well. There is a pouring out graduates from the various universities and schools of texted book teachings that have little to do with a garden. And, we are doing precious little to help them gain a living understanding of their work.. Instead all we have is the fond hope that once we’re registered, they will find work. You must be joking! Herbal medicine is about the garden, first and foremost. It takes years of labour in the garden to even have a small understanding of healing.

So an even greater priority is for us to place a hand on the reins of self empowerment and get back to the garden and kitchen. At this point, we need to be prepared to sacrifice so that what we gain is a remembrance that this is “the people’s medicine”. If you don’t take courage and grasp the nettle of the medicine of the people, it will be forever lost. I get that many do grasp this loss of our medicine, but they are also operating within the system because of fear. They have been bullied to be “politically correct” and participate in that system. We have been manipulated to have a “picture” of what healing looks like that has been drawn from the corridors of hospitals and doctor’s offices. We have placed our trust in this white coat environment and have made gods out of the practitioners. After all, they studied long and hard in the white classrooms and lecture halls. I wonder how many nurses and doctors have sat in their own garden surrounded by the plants they grew and deeply listened. Sure, some “doctors” and “nurses” are gardeners…but do they get it? I wonder how many have seen a plant at the side of a road, stopped, took a sample and spent hours and hours studying it (meaning smelling, touching, tasting, making elixirs, drinking, infusing, feeling)? I wonder if health care is more about money than healing.

I am also gaining more and more shitty understanding that we, the people, are being plagued with unnatural disease. The medicine of our future will be coming from those who have intimately understood the mineral and electro-magnetic power of the plants to protect us. Alchemy will make’s its’ comeback in a future magic required to protect us from biological warfare. Now, this is an other story and I will present on this too in the future. It has been on my mind and in my heart for a long time.

So here is my little presentation of our “rights” to use the “medicine of the people”…presented from my garden with my medicines cheering me on…. It is the right of all people to use plants for their sustenance and healing. It is our essential freedom to seek advice from those who have devoted themselves to the knowledge and application of the health-giving properties of garden and plants.

Herbal Medicine is the indigenous natural healing tradition of the ALL Peoples. It is a living tradition that has adapted and remained relevant through all times. It is more about the chemical parts of the plant.

We, the gardeners, are charged as custodians of this living tradition, for the benefit of all who would choose it and for generations to come.

We conjoin with indigenous traditional healers throughout the whole world in seeking to protect our plant heritage and maintain the practice of all such natural therapies. This medicine can not be regulated by office workers or contained to articles of legal tampering.

We are determined to keep this aspect of our knowledge alive for ourselves and future generations as an integral element of a healing planet.

Thank you for listening so patiently. Now it’s over to you….it is a choice!

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I Am A Garden Anarchist

I know the gardens hold a secret to our survival…at culinary, medicinal, emotional, organization and psychological levels. If we look to nature to discover how to “operate”, I think we will have perfect solutions.

So, I began this article by searching “plants power” assuming those plants that thrive despite human eco-destructive ways might be good teachers to look too. In this search, the results showed pictures of “power plants” of the industrial world. My gosh, how far down the rabbit hole have we gone? The machine is gobbling up the world.

Recently, I was invited into an apparent “good” opportunity to have increased “clinical” prestige in regards to the “work I do”. These offers always make we stop and think. What is IT I am doing? And, once again, my decision was clear…. to stay in the garden. It is not always the most “accepted” approach as “the profits” monetary are small and tiny, the “idea” is lost or hidden from many’s views and it almost appears “unreasonable” in a power and successful hungry world. But, I stayed true to my heart and belief that healing arts always and forevermore starts in the garden and should always have that connection. It should never, ever be about money. And, taking a personal stand for the true “value” and essence of healing is one way I know, deep within, we can and will survive the machines of mankind that have almost suffocated our rational minds.

This amounts too “I have an anarchist approach and my garden approves”.

My current medicine garden here in Ecuador appears like a council of varying countries. The circle is quite eclectic and represents many cultures and countries. I’ve harnessed and nurtured the creative spirits from my past living spaces and I have surrounded myself with these old friends. The garden holds the wonky northerners, the crazy singing easterners and the wild westerners who dance with the southerner’s sultry growths. The green house holds the “royal herbs” who require a little extra attention and tendering. I have taken great measures to make sure they are all happy, healthy and feel welcomed.

And, in return, the give back! The magic of alchemy is one answer to locating and harnessing a “freedom” well beyond the current concept we have of “natural” and “wholistic” medicine. Acutally, “natural” medicine is not really that “natural” anymore.

Let me explain ….just as with every plant in the garden, every tincture jar I make holds a story. Each plant, medicine jar tell stories of the dying ecosystems and places gone forever. The plants with a little help and care have very self-resistance-voices and speak out against the our concept of “natural health”. If you give it a chance and a little encouragement, the plants are our allies.

For people not lucky enough to roam throughout the wilds or have time, energy or interest in creating a productive garden you can purchase herbal preparations such as tinctures and teas that cradle the healing properties echoed at length in plant healing. But too many have lost interest in going deeper than “a purchase” for their health. Actually there are far more who “pretend” to be nature lovers…or would like to see themselves as such. I have an uncanny and empathic gift to see right through these people. Sometimes it feels more like a curse, but it is also the energy that drives me to “speak out”. Too many are concerned about their social status: see my pretty garden? Some are more concerned about the small town gossip..”.I will hang out at the social hub more often than my garden”. And, a common view is “money is the tool towards healing”. This last concept has infiltrated all our avenues and ways of living. I will tell you loudly and boldly: my time spent in the garden and in the kitchen alchemizing is worth a trillion times itself to the future of our children. I hold that with honour I will not (ever, ever) buy in to the industrial, machine way.

We all know we are in a consumerist society and have been manipulated to accept certain “ways” a “dealing” It is easy to ignore the connections between a bottle on a shelf and a living, growing plant out in the garden. It can be hard to know if that bottle contains plants that grow a mile away or on another continent. It is difficult to marry the relationship of the soil, bugs, air and water within that bottle of medicine.

For me, this is far more about educating ourselves about the plants we use to nourish and heal. If you have a bottle of medicine, you should be able to visit the plant in that container. That relationship needs to be desperately re- awoken.

In this connection, we ARE able to build a whole new system of healing that isn’t about regulations and retardations. It is one that can support our movement away from the corporate power structure that medicine has become and back to the garden where it all begins.A medicine cabinet should always be next to the garden. Anyone in the business of healing and who sees money as the primary force (maybe even the need) should take a good hard look at themselves. They are not natural beings and their integrity to true healing is misguided.

The development of a new medical system, or the recovery of ancient models, is a future link in our safety net when industrialism fails. Rest assured, it will and is failing. However, at this time, those who “get this” and choose another way will be seen as the rebels…the rebels of the future medicine. It is not an easy path as it requires you oppose the current system and in some ways, go underground for the time-being.

On the flip side, we all have access to industrial medicine and many will excuse their participation/use of this form of “fake” medicine because it offers a fast, temporary relief. However, as I see over and over, the results are a feedback loop that actually causes more problems. The real work (natural way) is not so immediate in relief..and it does mean that suffering is part of the healing process. You are forced to look at all levels of healing in that suffering. The result is it will re-establish our connection to the real medicine that is a direct line from the Earth and the Mamma who feeds us.

This goes for all so called “natural medicines” too. Herbal medicine that is popular these days is presented to us by the media, so-called green capitalists, profiteers and lawmakers. It really has brought with it very little true and deep healing. Ultimately it is a failure….and is crumbling before our eyes. The plants and herbs are reduced to capsule form or worse, to their “active ingredients”. They become just a tool to work with in the same body-machine that industrial medicine sees people as being. They become no different than pharmaceutical drugs or a scalpel blade. that messes around with the parts. They are ultimately less effective because the herbs have been taken out of the system of healing (garden) in which they have their strength.

Sometimes and sadly when the marketers of herbal products get their hands on a new “miracle cure,” it can mean extinction for the plant. This is especially sad when so many living creatures go into useless products or are wasted on conditions that they don’t treat. (eg: have you heard of Echinacea shampoo?) Many herbs I wildcrafted 20 years ago are now close to extinction in the wild. I fear this will happen to “chaga” in the near future too.

There is also the “fads” of miracle herbs and we tend to believe everything we read and hear online without looking at or researching the “qualities” of the plant. A great example is Frankincense essential oil. The healing properties and amazing compounds of Frankincense are found in the resin acids and make up the heavier resin portion of the oleo gum resins. In distillation, these resins are left behind. For this reason, it is not physically possible for there to be anything but trace amounts of Boswellic acids in the essential oil of Frankincense no matter what the company reps tell you! It is safe to say that all the literature and information that claims Boswellic acids are found in the essential oil of Frankincense are written and disseminated by essential oil companies who seek to boost their sales of Frankincense essential oils. We need to know and research our medicine like it was to be our best friend.

I believe there is an alternative to the so-called “alternative medicine.” Michael Moore, herbalist and author said it best in one of his lectures: “… the herb business mostly revolves around recently marketed substances with new research, and it comes from them to us. Whereas we’re trying to establish as much as possible (in this “lower level” if you will) the fact that we need to create a practice and a model that’s impervious to faddism. We’re trying to practice in a way that derives from practice rather than from marketing. Not from above to below but from below around….Keep it local. No centralization because centralization kills everything.”

So, indeed, we need to localize. I also feel we need to rid ourselves of the concepts of “clinical settings” and “proper” set ups. A healers home and garden is the scene for the healing. Healing is most ancient model on earth to date. We knew it before we were people. Animals know how to use plants to medicate themselves. Plants play the same game. We are far too afraid to be in wonder in the natural setting. We have full resources available at our fingertips. There are millions/trillions of books. We have people who “know” how are eager to teach, mentor and train. A herbalists garden is far more healing than an “office”.

This Ol’ n New way of healing needs to be subtle and requires a lot of self-knowledge, or at least self-awareness. It uses intuition as a diagnostic tool. It uses the senses and plants as guides. It beckons us into relationship from the garden alchemized medicine. When we take herbal medicine (or food for that matter) we are taking in part of the plant’s growing environment; everything it ate and drank and experienced has formed the medicine you’re depending on.

When we are healed by plants, we owe it to them to look out for their kind and the places where they live. Traditional plant-gatherers often have a prayer they recite before they take anything from the wild or they return gifts in a form of gratitude (tobacco being a favourite) Personally I say “OK, plant. You heal me and I’ll look out for you. I got your back because I know you got mine. No one’s gonna build over you, or log you, or pick too much while I’m around and I will ensure you have all power to grow stronger and better and bigger” So this true herbal healing system has at its heart a deep environmentalism and a commitment to the Earth. It is a conversation.

The bioregional concept is important to this model of healing. Plants’ actions in our bodies are really quite limited by the chemicals they can produce from sunlight and soil. For every big-name herb on the market cut from the rainforest or dug from the mountains, there is most likely a plant with a similar action growing in your watershed. Some of the best medicines to maintain good health grow in vacant lots and neglected gardens around the world.

I intend and I am creating a little village of people who are responsible for their own health. We gather or grow our own medicines and food and is a primary “rule” of the village purpose. These days we are far too dependent on the power structure of industrial health care — the secret society of the doctors, the white-male-dominated medical schools, the corporate decision makers with their toxic pharmaceuticals and heartless greed and labs full of tortured beings. That dependence is one more thing keeping us tied down and bound to the “state” and “system”. . With a new system of healing, based on self-knowledge and herbal wisdom, we will be that much more free.

People who have some background in herbal healing can be a great help to those of us just learning. Healers who are working to form this new model, whether collectively or through their individual practices, should keep in mind that commitment to the Earth and a decentralized form of operations are central to truly revolutionary medicine. It is hard to resist the machine…it will allure you with false promise. But, truly, money is a fake medicine.

In these times of change, everything is being examined and either destroyed, rebuilt, or created from our hearts. Industrialism has affected every aspect of our lives — we are just starting to realize how much has been lost. Medicine is just one part of the machine that we have to take back and re-create into a form that works for the society we will become. Every herb, pill, and procedure should be judged on its sustainability and accessibility to small groups of people. People really need to get back to the garden. We can start with ourselves, within our communities and circles, but should never stop expanding outwards until industrial medicine rusts in a forgotten grave, a victim of its own imbalances. It takes integrity to take a real good look at true healing.

I am honoured to have known and live with the special plants in my garden and to have studied their uses as medicine. I am honoured to have them within this new land and space. And, I see myself as one of many guardians re-developing a new system on ancient ways in a corrupt environment for future benefit. I am a garden anarchist.

You are welcome to visit my garden!

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Fake Humans

Fake Humans

We are all born helpless and learn how survive the drama’s around us. Some of us learn survival is selfish. Perhaps the some is most. As the craziness of the world’s affairs increases, so does the craziness of the human condition. And, my theme of late is to back off, withdraw and let it dismantle itself as it surely will.

The time is ripe for the emptying and cleaning up so the adventure of living is not lost and left behind. We can not change the “what is”. The time is ripe for withdrawal and leaving behind all that is fake including people, culture and comfortable ways.

The central theme in the bumps of these challenging times is “let it be” and carry on. We need to back off! We need to recreate without the shenanigans of loud selfish people. We need to hand off that crap behind us and allow it to ferment on its’ own accord.

The increasing understanding of the “withdrawal” muse had me wondering if this was some personal neurosis…something about me that is perhaps a wee misguided or forsaken. But, every morning the sounds of new day song chiming between night and day, I hear it again….withdrawal seems to be the only logical, loving and wise choice.

I am highly intuitive and I have a way that appears, at times, to be cut, dry and to the point. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings or keeping them to myself. This is because I can not and will not be phoney and have empathic points all over my body. I wear my emotions and feelings on my sleeve and I have a talent to “get” people more than they would like me too. Seriously, in the past, I have looked away as the sight of one’s darkness is revealed and I’ve been afraid they will see me seer-ing. I stumble to hide my gut instincts. What I have gathered is that most of us learn a way to be “phoney” and “pretend” (even the empath) that is not really healthy nor will it amount to any wise change and growth.

I contemplate the human condition(s) and watch how people act, react and respond to life and more and more I see slippery selfishness gone wild.

So, I am fed up with seeing this. I won’t be mean, but I won’t also put up a fake front either as I know it is the flip side of the phoney coin. I realize that way too many people can put up a fake front and we learn to be good at it. And, unfortunately the phoney’s are increasing.

Luckily I have “real” people in my life. However, there is a growing number of selfish humans that have a misfired “code” often using new age “spiritual” willy-nilly to rationalize their actions and doings. “I feel good” so this must be right; I will be generous in spirit only if you acknowledge me; I will show the world my good actions so that you see me as love but behind your back I will curse you. It wreaks pretentious muck and slams a noise of utter selfishness.

Human drama is confusing, to say the least. I know, full out, I have high standards in the art of human connections. The high standard can seems as a weakness, in many ways but it is not. For years I trusted most people and I assumed we all had this code of human kindness. The wake up for me is that is not true. It is truer that most people are selfish and really only care about themselves. It is truer that empathy and the empath are withdrawing from the crazy human ways and that is a good thing.

Am I being too pessimistic about humans? I don’t think so. The cultural manipulations and mind-programs have actually been designed towards this result.

Over the years as I came to realize this phoney noise. There have been times when I found myself in puddles of sadness and grief not really knowing why. I just witnessed too many encounters when I asked “how could humans be that way?” Sure, I get it, this is the victim in me crying foul. But, I am gaining my own wisdom in this playground and getting wiser to phoney’s and the victim is slowing fading away.

Walking away is the only solution to this human dilemma. All other ways just feed into the drama of destruction and continuation. Give this air space attention and it feeds into louder noise.

The ones who lack in the core values of human decency come in many shapes, sizes and with many hats. We all, to a certain degree, have selfish voices of inner noise. But, the ones who are destroying things in a devastating way have two things in common; they really just don’t care and they are really all about themselves.

Unfortunately, we are all become intimate with these types at some point and the after taste is difficult to swallow. As life travels deeper in time for me, I contemplate the fact that friendship with nature is far easier and happier than dealing with human beings. That thought rises as I discover most human beings don’t care…or if they do it is masked with “what is it in for me?” You can recognize a phoney in that if they have done a kind act, they expect and ask for acknowledgement. Acknowledgement is a good thing, in and of itself, but when the driving force of is the acknowledgement, it is not human kind.

I call these non-caring beings Phoney Human Beings (PHBs) and they are increasing in numbers to the extent that we can’t escape their ways and disastrous off shoots. What is the difference between someone who appears to have a selfish confidence and a narcissist? Not much, in my opinion. In the narcissist court we see the varying types ranging from arrogant, self-centred, opinionated, ruthless, hard, cold, callous, righteous, sociopath and the top of the cake, psychopath.

Friends don’t screw you! They back you up. I also play the game friends will sacrifice for each other. They’ll be there in times of need and extend themselves for the sake of the moral code of friendship. We learn in time that many friendships are false and this wake-up can be difficult.

The empath will often make excuses and gather reasons for the PHB’s selfish behaviour. That is the empath’s weakness. And, empaths are tested in this regard We all have moments when you become aware that those you trusted can not actually be.

Some serious PHBs will lie, steal and manipulate for their own shell fish needs and some even for fun. Some will just operate out of selfishness. That is how PHBs work. It is like ego nourishment so that they “feel” okay.

Being outed doesn’t matter to PHBs. They simply don’t care and will pretend they are “above” and feel very justified in themselves and their choices. Somehow they completely and unabashedly believe their own lies and continue in the same manner.

I do hold a compassion for PHBs. This is because I am an empath. They won’t change and, as much I as have in past tried, it is futile to attempt a change. The only way to truly remove the PHBs is to walk away.

If you haven’t already figured it out, PHBs are the new human thing that has been morph-rising and increasing in intensity with the top of the PHB pile being the psychopath.

From a scientific observation, they are border line personalities. Their brains actually work differently. Scientists are not sure if this is something they were born with or if it is the cause of a trauma at a young age. The waves of light that should transfer between the right and left hemispheres opening up our empathic potentials are dull or totally nonexistent. The right and left are not communicating. It is a mind game error. And, they learn how to “act” the game for their own benefit and survival and selfish fun. They learn how to act as “good” and “victim” so that their game is beneficial for their own purposes. It comes at different and varying degrees of dis-ease. The acute stage are those who are just self-ish and all about themselves. The chronic and degenerative stage is the psychopath.

I have read that full blow PHBs now amount to over 10% of the world’s population and will dehumanize and affect at least 50 people in their life-time. The world’s population now sits at a crazy 7.6 billion. Ten percent of that number is 76 million. Seventy Six million times 50 is 3,800,000,000 people affect by NIBOs. Holy Freaking Shit! We are not alone!

So, what can we do? Well, honestly, unless the “whole” is willing to notice and see it, there is nothing other than to be just aware. One good way to to remove yourself completely and stay away. When you discover a PHB in your intimate circle it is diffifcult…but quietly, unobtrusively and completely walk away.

If you don’t, at some point you will walk away wondering what the hell was all that about. When we become intimate with PHBs and enter that mind-fuck arena, you will at some point require personal re-wiring and healing. That basically means telling yourself over and over and over “you are okay” until, once again, you believe it. If you put up a fight, you will lose. You have to walk away and literally have nothing to do with them. You can’t help them. You have to lay down any desire for justice and fairness. You have to give up. Nothing you say or do is going to change the PHB. The best you can hope for is your dignity is in tact. Once again, the only true medicine to cure the world of PHBs is if everyone got it…and everyone said “no”.

Unfortunately, PHBs are truly another type of human thing that is increasing in population numbers. In fact, I suggest that in today’s corporate and political world, PHBs are the only ones that can achieve and surmount the successes of the cut-throat and don’t-give-a-shit hierarchies. An empath can’t step up that ladder…their values prevent it. This means that those who have any sense of care and consideration are not in positions of worldly power. Now, can you see the problem?

Is there hope? Is there something we can do? My thoughts on this at this particular time in mystory is we need to withdraw. It is in the leaving and exiting of the compassionate and empathic being from that PHB world that will cause a rediscovery of who we are and where we need to go. We can not fix it anymore. We can’t repair it. We can’t fight it. We just have to walk away cleanly, clearly and with grace.

There is hope in the withdrawal because eventually, they will destroy themselves. That is a calming karmic consolation.

I wish there was a magic serum for a PHB to drink that would rewire their brains for empathy. That would be wonderful. Maybe it is only karma that will deal with this!

Also, I am learning that when you find yourself in a state of complaining, it is best to walk away so the negative charge is annihilated and the mind micro chip disabled.

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For The Wyrd Ones

For The Wyrd Ones

For all the wyrd ones out there, hello!   The leap is much harder than the flying. This is one comrade sharing with you into the echo chamber of neurosis that somehow is a requirement for the survival of the human race at this particular time in history/herstory.

We are in very interesting times and the time lines of possibility have tentacle extensions in the duality of our potential existence. We could be on the verge of collapsing and destroying our human expressions into nothingness and we could also be on the cusp of a great awakening. What does that mean and what is next is always on my mind!

I have been on a muse on this apparent but precarious dilemma we are collectively experiencing for many years. It intrigues me how human’s respond, relate and repose their views, thoughts and emotions and what has caused the mess we are in. Some are numb. Some are crusty. Some lean into the air-faery spaces of expression. Some get angry, motivated and opinionated. Some just don’t care. Some have way too much power. We all have egos that are running rampant.

I tend to be a watcher. I watch people a lot. I am curious of what it is that creates, causes and constricts consciousness. So, my interests lie in the human expression factor..that little blip of awareness that becomes each one of us and how that fits into the glory of Nature. How does that work? And, what is this all about? I also tend to be an eclectic scientist but I break rules to discover new formulas and outcomes. I have a lot of failures. This applies to my love of kitchen and garden magic and the ways of expressing who I am as a human being. So, I get messy sometimes as the explosions create something not intended but totally appreciated (at least by me).

I do go to the deep…and like to stay there to feel the markers. Sometimes I suffocate but I always come up for air…gasping into this expression of Leisha. And then I realize there are a lot of games going on and a lot we have no fucking clue about. Although I resist and recoil from it, I am a CT (conspiracy theorist) but that has come from knowing that things are NOT right and not as we are told. What if we all got it all. I think that would be a very, very difficult realization and I am not sure we could survive it. There is lot we don’t know. There is a lot we miss. There is a lot hidden and removed from our understanding. And, most of it is intended. Is it even possible for our little minds to grasp it all? And, can we grasp it? I actually don’t think so! We’d be heart broken in cognitive dissonance running rampant. But, we can help each other in the reveals and realizations (real lies folks).

I feel I am a product of the new ways of the Nature desperately seeking to know the old ways of expressions which has been lost, removed and ignored. Actually most of those ways have been wiped away and hidden from our view. We have most definitely disconnected from our natural way of being. We have lost the art of self sufficiency, magic and most of us are dependent and relying on a “system” to contain and resolve for us. We are fearful too…we just don’t know how to take a those steps to be free and take back the power.

I am 50 and have a “story” that I’ve never met (and always sought) a crone elder whose tough and generous love could guide and corral me towards an authentic way of being. This has been lost. This is perhaps the story of my generation. We didn’t have the elders. The elders were stuck in the paradigm of civilized survival and forgot to learn the ancestors way. The depressions and the human industrialization clamped it’s hardened claws into their worlds and has made a complete mess all around. TV, technology, main stream media manipulation, raping the earth are the huge influence in our generational unfolding. My generation is caught in the middle. We found ourselves with no ancestral gifts and need to relearn how to be and become that for the generations after.

I suppose, though, in all honesty, I have always rebelled and rebuffed at what appeared to me to be ridiculous. I was raised in the Catholic faith but at some point came to realize it is a mockery of who we are! Corruption is crazy and we can’t agree to this any more! Participating IN IT is saying “I agree”. I can’t do that! And, we need to look at this as a group, as people!

Last year I became a Grand Mommy (my GM name is Naja). The year before that I was ordained in the Walking Ministry of Prayer with the Ministry of the Sacred Sciences (13 Grandmothers). I must say this was quite a eye opener into the psychology of being me and I have not grasped it yet. I have spent the last 7 years of my life “getting out” and breaking free of that which we think is sustainable culture and consciousness. What is my Ministry? I have no clue…and here I am looking, searching and being in that “lostness” expressing. So, maybe my ministry is “lost”? And, I don’t think I would want it any other way. I’ve been lost and broken, curious, contained, blown away and quite focussed on what it will take to rebuild and reclaim our personal right to “be”. I left abruptly and without reason a life of western modernization and literally lived outdoors for 4 years. I survived for a couple of years on $20 a week. I become land based with hardened and knobbly hands proving my determination. I’ve not bathed or washed for weeks on end often becoming quite wyld and crazy in dirt. I left a life of convenience to look for what I think is the lost art of being human. I now grow my own food and medicine. I now have a life that is different from the one lived in the western culture. I snub and avoid systems. I want to choose my life and in the system, you loose that ability. And, so I put my middle finger UP at those places we created. And, it does afford some sense of liberation. I am authentic is this. I am not perfect. I like to party and let loose. I smoke as an act of defiance and yet I know my health shit. Yes, we can be crazy crones! I don’t bitch and complain about the systems OR rely on them for my convenience or security. That is inauthentic and, sorry folks, this is a serious dilemma for many. Don’t bitch about the systems if you are using them in agreement.

All these topics and more will be revealed in my world of creative sharing. And, I found some things…the most important being that we have lost the art of being lost and expressing as natural beings.

And there are many circles and spirals happening. I want to tell stories about this. So, here I am. I am ready to express and share what I see even if the only one listening is me. It is, after all, only me I always hear, anyways, 24/7. Same with you! We all have this affliction.

My interest will be put into words. They include:

Herbs/ Plants/ Plant Spirits/ Plant Medicine
Magic, Mystery and Oracles
The Miracle of the Elements. The science and magic of the kitchen and garden and rediscovering the crazy and wyld art of alchemization.
Human Emotions
Paradigm Shifts
Mind Control and How to Break Free — most like how we are all stuck and sometimes have no clue!
Living as Nature without fear or removing the romantic notions of what that means.
Gentle and Soft Anarchism (how to take back your rights)
Creative Expressions of the Human Being without fear!
The World of Micro (the smallest worlds) (I use a microscope)
Debunking and Deprogramming from ALL systems that CONTAIN and CONSTRICT our personal expressions (religions, political, medical, governments)
Free-ing, escaping and getting out from underneath the Matrix
The little world of Leisha…my personal drama into the folds and dirty spaces of living
So, I am new to this medium of expression but have felt a deep and desirous need to put things “out”. I feel very passionately that the change of the outer world is only going to happen in the inner world. We are, together, in a precarious position and that is reflected in the current world affairs. We can assist each other and walk this path together only if we are authentic and deciding the path of grace and wisdom. It means change. We are afraid of change. We want comfort. We will argue ourselves green that things are not right but we don’t have to change. Integrity is hard. We may disagree with each other and challenge each other but if we can’t speak our truth, we are stuck. And, stuck is exactly where the powers that be wish us to be! I say screw that!

I am not always right…and each day I change my mind often, but I am open to learning and rewiring that which is not workable anymore. I will call out shit! I will cry a lot! I will bitch, love, scream and whisper into this world gone mad.

I like to write. I use made up words and coddlebonk expressions. I try to edit but don’t always like to follow those rules. I may rant and rage but I work it out. My name is Leisha!

Appreciate the claps as they give me clues that the vacuum is not empty and is like a medicine of the virtual potential that is not a human virus of destruction. Gratitude for the shares so that words can be as powerful shared as they are just samples and sounds of the words of creation. In vibration to be the way forward where-ever it may lead us . Humbly and gracefully!

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