Anthropogenic adversarialism agriculture

People are more separated from Food Wisdom than any thing.
I find the combination mystery of Spirit and Body , the immaterial and physical to be the dimensional portal in this Life and Death Plain We occupy for the Moment.
The difference between what is Wild or cultivated , cultured or civilized is wrapped up in 
concepts of taming , control and dominance. Class Order
Todays technological and informational advances have left it’s most recent generation with less of a ability to feed itself directly from the natural life of this Earth.
The Planetary birth rite, the ability to grow your own food or Eat rite has been directed by artificial economic forces of what we feel we can afford and have time for.
The experience of attempting to struggle with self sufficiency and Making your own meals , the knowledge of combining ingredients, preparing, planning , creating!, and cleaning up is lost , That Magic , The inherited gift of survival is deemed to old fashioned , out of date, too costly to do yourself any more.
Our culture has promoted service professionals,Private purchasing of products.
Processed fast food , commercial brand labeling , competitive industrial practices
Economic expansion , Market domination , these have had an impact on how We People have Treated the Outside , the Land its Waters and the Sky as well as the devaluing of indigenous folk , Farm Labor, and Food Handlers .all are side effects of are psycho – spiritual dietary manipulation from the corporate overlords.
Having given away our wild ability to recognize the difference between blessing and cursing,wellness and sickness.We are domesticated beasts, trained by food reward, and psychic  discipline.
We are bred and fed for a process of servitude,as Managers of Livestock, raisers of offspring . Lords and shepherds.
We are trained in what,  and how , or why ,  to care .
I love Food, I have grown next to none of it .
I love Meat,  I have never cared for an Animal to be eaten.
I don’t want to think of myself as part of a multi-  generational cultural expression of deforestation to create pasture land, Property Development and resale ,Farming and not owning . Practices. Products, pesticides,fertilizers,Productivity and Profit ,   Progress! ,      so I try to unthink it ,  and wish it weren’t true.
I know it is real , but I can’t face it directly, it makes me uncomfortable
Sick in the stomach………… to look.


Much is made of our Holiday Hero putting out the Eye of His Mother’s  over protective , controlling Father and winning the secret timing  of planting and harvest, but what about his other Grandfather who made the artificial silver Hand for the Old blemished Leader?
One Grandfather with a poison cursing gaze,-  the other the healing Physician, Brother of the Smith, the Cutter, the Fastener.                       The People of the Arts
Building and crafting making industry, The Gods of Learning and Skill,using Mythical technology to seek advantage over Others they were competing with for status, respect,.territory, wealth , Honor and Magic Cows.
Changing their World, Making a difference with their work. Environmental impact, Islands and People,       Friends, Families  and Foreigners, Foes and Food.

What it all comes down to

 

Food distribution

The Natural World does not need Human help or assistance.

It is vain and self centered to think that we can improve upon Nature.

Life does not exist to serve Man.

The Magic polarity of what is nourishing and good , or sickening and bad ,

is the basis of environmental response ,    all things eat something!

Food acquisition  is a claiming of something outside of the Self as ones own.

To eat something is to consume , take over , take in .

Finding food frequently involves the feeding habits and reproductive cycles of other Life forms .

The way things naturally Hunt and Harvest is the Spiritual prequel to Human Mythology.

 

There are sensual triggers and response behaviors that are collectively reinforced and acted out as a colony orienting itself to take the best advantage of Space.

I do not know where the knowledge of what and how to safely feed comes from ,

in the vast and varied world of life,

in it’s many forms and shapes.

I do not know how the guts and roots have been informed about extracting nutrients , How have they learned to Harvest ? Claiming for the Body , digesting ,

considering the what , why and how

growing , living ,learning

potentiation , primary perception , parabola ,prophesy,premonition

 
Casting Spells and making things happen is not the basis of My Practice , My Art.
Something in sensitivity , seeing and sharing , Sacrifice is.
I am not shocked or saddened that people  may find my Beliefs silly and superstitious or stupid, but I am blown away by how blindly accepted arrogant assumptions about  a Human self centered Cosmos are promoted amongst peoples of today. I am more of a seer than a salesman. habitually compelled to remind non believers of the unforeseen consequences of our actions, the importance of motive and intent , our unconscious behaviors , hidden wishes, implanted dreams.
This Summer I was intoxicated by the smell of this seasons Milkweed in blossom and bloom ,
Enchanted by the exchange and appeals taking place between life forms , plant and insect , fungus and animal, Sun and Rain……….the winds,  the breaths, the Souls
How can it be that this power of place is not perceived by the guy next door?
A human living so close to Me,  looking to improve his view of the distant horizon by cutting the woods that grow on his land.
How can it be that he is not under the same spell that charms the birds , the bugs,the  butterflies and Bryan?

On the first day of this Month I was reminded of another time of Personal Druid crisis,  involving land and People and Understanding.
I received a transcribed audio interview I had given to an Author Druid at a festival in nineteen ninety six.
I was to look it over ,  as it is to be  possibly included in a book to be published this Fall.
I was reading the interview of Me at this Festival at the same time that that the Festival  was taking place now ,  but at a different location.
what I said is awkward and vulgar in print , It may have been so in person at the time ,but without the the carnival like background of crowds of festival goers having as much fun as humanly possible it is a challenge to provide improvisational profound  Wisdom or a coherent answer.
I was responding to questions about myself , my Art , Work as Worship, or trying to get closer to something Other.       Inspiration from the Otherworlds. .Our Talents as Gifts , Our Sacrifices the way We try to give back.
In My closing remarks I reaffirm the realness of Magic relationships and caution the politics and people , programs and projects, proselytizing Paganism , Paganism as product.
I had recently been pulled from place losing My original proto-Nematon  ,( Sacred Grove ) a number of Sacred Trees I had gathered and grew with ,  gone from me forever.
My Worship group , The Grove of People I had led is described as defunct, ( later to  be re-funked , and yet later renamed.)
My religious Group gave up on it’s publication that I had struggled to save.
The Festival Organizers did not want Me to work on the Nematon location during the festival , the time that it was convenient to utilize volunteer effort,
The Druid Identity I had built up over the  past five years  blew a part , not from My relationships with spirits or the cosmos or destiny but from People, particularly My close spiritual community.
Much of what I hoped would be a supportive mutualistic effort seemed a competitive envious stage.
I haven’t been to that festival since getting My own Land .


Micro cosmic and Macro cosmic
Sacred Space / common ground
Parallel Paradox Polarization  Private and Public
I was in the Hospital last year about this time , first thinking  I was dying,  then being uncertain if I was Alive, or where I was , who or what was visiting Me , examining  Me , taking samples gathering information.
This was not popular  pretend pagan play , it was Personal Painful Pagan Panic.
My ability to care , or be aware of anything was seemingly taken over , I felt trapped in My own flesh.
Unfamiliar territory , strange place,        Body Mind and Spirit.
The realm of Human suffering  , seeking comfort , looking for relief , searching for an escape. surrounded by hurt and the hurting , need and the needing.
  
I missed My Family, Home , Cats and Gardens , the outside, or any view from a window.


Pluto  passed and Pentaquark particles promoted , Pagan People places, problems , progress ,  possibility ,premise , Police and the Poor , Hate and Pride , Prisons ,symbols ,property ,protection,psychic People- Place passion.Philae lander pooped
From the fringe to the core , what is being communicated? exploring the dwarf world? the dark and distant out there and the immaterial particles of energy that span the gap of space time ? Is it really a Black and white or stars and bars? regionalism? Identity? ,Master or Slave? Place? Murder!
Are People being Psycho spiritually misdirected and manipulated in mass by portable media devices?or are We being freed?
Do I honor the spirits of the trees cut on My neighbors land by blogging about it?
What is in the intent of sharing ? making offering ? Sacrifice?
Ask the Milk Weed.

What goes up , must come down

The last day of this last month was an odd extreme psycho- spiritual- Druid- emotional low for Me.

The sound of the logging truck , chainsaws , and a bulldozer on the northern tip of the property set me off away from my morning coffee.

I was upset , trying my best to be cool about what appeared to be a border incursion .

The Private Contractors were just on the other side of the old stone wall that divides My property from My Neighbor’s who lives above and behind my home.

Fortunately He was there to hear my appeals to stop ,  but to no avail……

I tried to ration and reason with him as a person who respects the lives of others and the spaces that we nurture and nurture us.

I don’t think I made any connection with this guy, My philosophies of appreciation , awareness and the accumulative individual differences we can make with our environment made no headway with his concepts of private ownership and assets.

He did not seem to grasp Our impermanence and the finality of killing life that is bigger and older than we are.

I knew He would not understand that there is more alive in a Tree , or group of Trees than the Trees themselves , Hosts of  complex relationships, communities , homes and habitats , Life generators  that have been at a specific place season after season to witness the returning migrations of birds and butterfly , the circling  Sun , Moon and Stars .

He didn’t seem to understand why I would be alarmed or upset,

I did My best to be non adversarial , and non threatening , It is a challenge to love thy neighbor , and try to promote a kinder more loving and caring world full of value and worth in the wealth of life, with a cultural economy that is based on extraction , With a  Common language and goal based on accumulating Money.

“ Nothing personal it is just the way it is.”

I am  especially sensitive , there is nothing I can do about it.

I did not tell My neighbor that I believe that he was going to roll his ATV over on himself going down his newly cleared slope , I spoke of the erosion potential , the run off and sedimentation of the Brook , overflow , water flow and climate change , I warned him about invasive species of plants that will take advantages of his changes in landscape.

He showed Me what he described as “ invasive” , proud of how he dead headed the blossoms of Milk Weed that grow on the edge of My property  and the private driveway.

I told him he was wrong , it was a Native.