seeds of liberation

Thought seeds cast into the mycelium collective to root network and net rootwork...

Maroonage

1. A place of freedom and escape, away from violent and oppressive people, cultures, societies or systems; a place where one can be free.

2. A gathering of maroons.

Finding Our Way Back to the Natural Path

Here we are, all of us, stumbling along the crumbling remains of the old Roman road. The unbending remnant of our collective colonial pasts; flattening and erasing all before it. The dominance paradigm of Empire forcing its straight and narrow ideology upon nature's curvaceous, lush and feral mountains.

And what direction does Empire's rigid road lead? Away from freedom.

Lined with false profits (anti-prophets), thieves, warlords and rapists - the temple road is unfit . It extracts and consumes life and generates death and eternal longing.

Thankfully the road we've been conditioned to accept is not the only path.

In this season of opening, nature is inviting us to gently move into a different lane. One which honors life, health, spirit and wellbeing. A path of inclusion and accountability. The natural path that leads to love, acceptance, joy and "enough." The true balance that rests in mutuality, reciprocity, consent and the kindred respect of nature.

The natural path leads away from"the fuckery" - the energetic force that keeps us spiritually castrated by binding our minds with deception, burdening our bodies with trauma and fear, and trapping our spirits with insatiable longing.

As such the fuckery is a form of baneful magic, mind control, a highly ritualized and ceremonialized trick. It is chaos animated by those who worship power.

The fuckery harvests our labor, exploits our talents and eats our fruits. The fuckery is a destroyer which feeds off the wreckage it creates. It is an illusion; a delusion; a collective spell to be broken.

We are free to change lanes.

The natural path leads us graciously towards creation, grounding and wholeness through anamist collectivism and generative respect for life and nature. It leads us to balance.

The natural path is quenching. Its orientation is collective wellbeing. It disrupts and displaces the grind, allowing us to give and receive the full measure of our own unique portions. It restores our fertile creative spirits from Western dom-estication. It is a living movement.

Discerning the spell of the old Roman empire and its oppressive orthodoxy does not unseat its evil or violence; but it can help illuminate roads that lead away from it -- towards freedom and collective liberation.

Towards the path of magic, fairies and possibility. The trail that animals intuit. The path of water. The quantum orientation of collective consciousness. The direction consent leads. Towards the sacred balance of Ma'at. Towards mutual benefit, reciprocity, justice, integration, respect, generosity, collaboration and regeneration.

The path which honors death with grace rather than violence. The path of genesis and evolution. The natural path of creation.

In the infinite and fully animist body of the Mother, our living blood remembers we are kin to river and rock, wave and ocean. Tapping in to our own roots, we can seek each other like droplets of water, collecting and intuiting together towards the stream of greater consciousness where we share meaning and being with bacteria, whales and wind. Moving towards the great ocean of consciousness.

What guides can we trust to lead us faithfully home to the path of the Mother?

Perhaps we can learn how to ask the trees.

Our beloved protectors, first providers and honest witnesses to our many generations. Star watchers, futurists and wisdom collectors. Generous medicine allies, vibrational listeners and singers of songs . The collective memories of trees stored and shared in root lineages passed from generation to generation.

Perhaps when we remember our place in the family tree - when we remember our tangled, connected, deepest roots - we will find ourselves on the natural path, and that other road, the one leading to Rome, will simply fall away, crumbling like sand, returning to nature, like all old roads eventually do.

This is how we grow. This is the evolutionary process.

We are all seed and fruit of the ancestral tree whose roots reach down to the beginning of time. Our lineage is not skin deep. We are Infinite.

We pray in rings for the healing of all suffering experienced by the plant, land, human and animal spirits that have called this sacred territory home. We stand in loving union and loyal sisterhood with our relatives.

In holding sacred ceremony on this land, we seek to repair and heal the shared trauma histories of the land, trees and people. The spirits of the ancients and ancestors who rooted in this land resonate deeply.

We are all seed and fruit of the ancestral tree whose roots reach down to the beginning of time. Our lineage is not skin deep. We are infinite.

"Our mission is to co-dream visions more compelling than oppression, and more honest than supremacy. And then move from imagination all the way to new practice." -- adrienne maree brown

Soul Sister

The Family Tree

Root crown: Where the tree below meets the tree above

Sapwood: New wood that moves water from the roots to the top of the tree

Heartwood: dead (ancestral) wood that is the central, supporting pillar of the tree

Auxins: Growth hormones made by new leaves.

Trees only speak truth. Listen.

We center queerness in our commitment to liberation because we can only all be free when we can all freely love.

It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching. St. Francis of Assisi

This is Stolen Land

Closer to Fine Farm and the surrounding region is the unceded territory of the Amah Mutsun Tribal Band of the Ohlone people. The Descendants of indigenous people taken to missions Santa Cruz and San Juan Bautista during Spanish colonization of the Central Coast are working hard today to restore traditional stewardship practices on these lands and heal from historical trauma.

From the late 1800's to mid 1900's lumber corporations pillaged the ancient redwood forests of the Santa Cruz mountains near Closer to Fine Farm and clear cut up to 90% of old growth trees. Many tree relatives had sat in place on this land for hundreds, and in some cases over 1,000 years. The burned out bodies of the stolen ancestors which dot the land remain as testament to the violence committed against them.

Historic records and artifacts suggest the land at Closer to Fine Farm was used as a mill site and the river commandeered to transport the fallen ancestors. The trees, land and water remember.

May our work bring healing to these communal wounds and honor the ancestors. Ase.

Respect Your Elders

May your spirit call in the medicine you need to be free

"There's more than one answer to these questions, pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some difinitive, the closer I am to fine." Indigo Girls

Animism: The belief that all natural phenomenon, including plants, animals, rocks, object, places, weather and elements all possess a distinct spiritual essence and awareness.