Savage Herbals for Men

Since as far back as Otzi the Ice Man, and even into our proto-hominid lineage before him, man has been walking upright on the earth, foraging plants, and ingesting them to enact positive changes in his own health. When man chose to selectively eat from the grasses certain plants that made him stronger, helped him to survive in dark caves through the winter, gave him protein and adrenaline for long hunts, and helped his body to quicker heal from injury, he learned the codes of the plants and how to not only survive but truly thrive.i It is these codes that have also sculpted us into our current form, so brilliant in his potential, strong, fierce and feral. To be in tune with your manhood, also prepares you for being ready for embracing the woman. Every man wants to have vigor, and vitality in the wilds, endurance, stamina in the bedroom, or to inspire awe and intelligence in his public domain. A true man is a force to be reckoned with, or to be allied with, it depends how you see it. How do we do this? The quick answers may be to head to the gym, but this is a mediocre solution at best, what about being a badass, and making people look up to you as a hero? This may be an ingredient, but there is a deeper spiritual vein I am talking about. How we always aligned ourselves with nature, and in particular with the wild plant, lichen and fungal species that lived there to boost our health, promote superior well being, and support a thriving savage existence. If you are a man seeking the feral concoctions to kinder for your own primal activation, I am going to share with you some plants, fungal agents, wild allies and live cultures, I use on a daily and weekly basis for my own nurturing. So you can stop relying on synthetics, drugs, and processed substances, and you yourself become the new barbarian.

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The first important essence I use daily is pine pollen, ethically harvested in the Vinlandic boreal forest, and spagyrically processed using non gmo spirits. Pine is one of the fastest growing and toughest of all trees in the woods, and it makes sense that it contains high level of human identical testosterone, which men can convert into freebase testosterone, and high intensity energy. When the pines are shedding their pollen grains in the air, is early spring, when we return the the land, and step back into the wildlands after the thaw of winter. This is when we are waking from our restive winter, and need to kickstart our energy stores, as the sunlight keeps us out of doors for longer in the day, and we expel more energy in our work. Pine pollen is pure solar power, as some of the first gifts from nature, before fruit, flower or even images.duckduckgo.comleaf, we have pollens in the air, and just simply walking in a mature evergreen forest on a windy day is beneficial for intaking these pollens into our bodies. The swiftest and most hardy deer eat pollen buds when ready and incorporate the wild coniferous medicines into their diet, to thrive in the harsh conditions, to ward off infections and build firm muscle, the same effects can be observed in men who use this tree. The pollen also contains many compounds that impact health, and phytosterols that are like natural plant steroids, that can be metabolized sustainably by man. Take for increased adrenaline and viril performance. I use this in tincture form from preserved pollen, kept in russian 99 proof alcohol.

Also in my tincture blend is the sub-Arctic Maral Root (Rhaponticum Carthamoides), named after the deer that eats the roots. It is a potent energy condensed medicine with a number of antioxidants and ecdysteroids, that increase muscle mass with training, while also helping with weight loss of non healthy body masses. It is good for recovery after injuring or simply for after a good hard days work. The Russian Scythians, Vikngs, Picts and Celts would have probably encountered this wild plant and used it after battles and fights. It is well known in Russia as a cardiac tonic and nervine with properties for liver protection. And if to simply put the icing on the cake, it is a libido booster and aphrodisiac that is working really well with another herb I have come across called Horny Goat. I believe this is considered a weed, and though it is a herb, is used enough in natural male sex drive enhancement, for those who want to get their kicks from the plant world, rather than the pharmacy. This one I actually learned of from a female friend, ironically enough, who is a master herbalist, and knows a lot of the ancient and secret potencies of these northern superplants. This really adds some power to your arsenal, literally and figuratively, whether it is to help you live more riskfully, productively, and proactively, or imbibed in a ritualized manner for erotic enhancement with your woman, facilitating a longer lasting and more vigorous experience of lust and lovemaking. They are warming, blood cleansing, and saturate the body with surging power, plants that are enriched from the deep black soils of our forest, rich in the atomic elements and mycelial energy transfer systems. Take these and engage in beast mode and increase sexual power in its full example!

Beyond this I have been experimenting with Canadian ginseng, ethically collected and processed straight from the French territory of Quebec where many other tumblr_p1zqnp7J891romrx1o1_1280medicinal herbs grow abundant in the cold climates and shorter winters. This is another forest herb, and rarely cultivated in North America due to its intensive agricultural detriment and slow return. Our nomadic ancestors would have observed the most fit animals in the forest to ingest certain herbal supplements in their foraging practice side by side with these beasts, and notice which ones were the strongest, fastest, most adaptable to weather, most sexually driven in the rut, and they were naturally inclined to collect these same plants almost literally from the jaws of other wild creatures in effort to use them on themselves. We know this from the rich folklore of mythological and oral traditional tales past down to us. These myths serve as the soul and spirits hyper-topographical map, and cosmological structure for our current existence. Even though we are not as connected to the stories anywhere, one elements of these past lives that remained with us are the plant lores. The edibles that never really got interfered with on a mass domestic level and still remain relatively secret to those who use them. These wild species like the Canadian ginseng was has naturalized in the sub-arctic climates very well have preserved their ancient genetics and given us such a rich store of micro nutrients, chemicals, and compounds that we have learned to evolve with tangentially.

These are four plant extracts; coaxed from the pollen, root powder, and leaves, respectively, that I have started to use on a daily basic in tincture form in russian spirits. In my reserves I have remaining roughly a pound of chaga, harvested by axe in the cold -30 winter of northern Canada from the Golden Birch. Along with coffee infused with spores of the Ganoderma Lucida, a Reishi species, these have served as bulletproof coffee supplements when I prefer to have less butter and caffeine intake. As a decoction, I will take this 1-2 times a week as it is not as important now in the warmer days, but when the barometers and atmospheric pressures are changing and the land is receiving more stormy weather, these dark brews are helpful for adapting to the new season, and allowing us to rapidly integrate our nervous systems to the changing climate. The bio-availability of the Chaga can’t be underestimated and it would probably be a less substantial list to name what it is not good for than its positive attributes, from balancing adrenals (another antidote to excessive coffee), to tonic and focusing effects, cleansing the liver and the heart. Reishi is another of the Hyperborean fungus proxy.duckduckgo.commushvarieties that shared the enlightened use by our ancestors, used for the worst illnesses, cancers, and gastro-intestinal problems. The black plants of nature usually have some concealed value, whether it is a mass of chaga or a dark root growing in the shade. These two are perfect mycomedicinals that are gaining some headway in health circles, and I certainly rely on them.

Beyond drinking or tincturing the potent plant allies, the herbal smoking mixtures of wild weeds and some flowers are also in my cabinet for use in not only daily waking hours but also during sleep. The Mugwort plant (related to wormwood), has been used since medieval times and perhaps before into the early iron and bronze age as a dream potentiator, for lucidity, and as a sleep inducement. I have been smoking a blend of mugwort, with rare blue lotuses that thrive in small microclimates, roses and desert flowers for help with sleep, easement into my subconscious and focus in meditation and dynamic yoga practices. Many of these herbs, and flowers are nootropic and therefore taken for the mind, and the subtle energy bodies. Understanding masculinity is also about sympathizing with the less dominant forces of our inner archetype, the tranquil, passive and sensitive aspects of nature given through provider plants. Acting usually on deeper and less accessed realms of our behavioral complex, plants that are needed for shamanistic, intuitive, and psyche-spiritual healing purposes. Many old herbs and flowers were also infused into intoxicating meads and drunk, wormwood, and mugwort being two of them, along with Swedish bitters. I should mention if you are keen to use plants like these they should be wildcrafted and organic, especially in the case of tincturing when chemicals become more potentized. These are simply just moral codes held by herbalists and old school forest plant people. Those who forage their medicines from the wild, or get it from someone knows that it is more about the preservation of culture, pure quality, and sustainability, over supply and quantity.

These are ancient pagan traditions and recipes and then became the secrets of monks and nobles, but originally they were used by everyone, from peasants to warriors to kings, they all knew the value of these plants, herbs, and wild supplementations and health remedies. The cordials I have recommended are all made by a close friend for me, I focus on male herbs because that is what I want to promote, herbs for men, I drink ashwaghanda root decoction, an Indo-Aryan proxy.duckduckgo.comayurvedic herb used by men for ages for freebase testosterone, dreams, and male libido, this is often also mixed with raw honey from northern plants. A lot of these plants are aphrodisiacs, some of them even being studied to increase sperm count, strengthen erections, promote endurance and stamina for body building, and better metabolize and convert sugars, fats and carbohydrates into muscle mass and body weight. Sprouted fenugreek and brocolli is also good for these purposes, which I am growing organically with potent cow manure fertilizer and natural well water.

 

The effects of modern life, the stagnation of blood, the overworking of the organs from oxidative stress, the chemicals killing valuable soil organisms and therefore our gut biology and microbiome, to GMO’s, pollutants, and processed foods growing in toxic dirt all create a perfect storm of adrenal fatigue, burnout, depression, digestive problems, and huge lacks of energy. The herbals and plant essences mentioned are purveyed with the intention of awakening ourselves to our local flora, and understand that what we need is simply all around us, growing from the ground, and are useful in all manner of ill-offsets of health, the deteriorating effects of age, winter sress, and after bouts of indulgences and nutrition lack in our diet. I would suggest taking these substances with a paleo or wild food complemented diet for ultimate effect. If you are to truly reclaim your health, you need to act on your whole ecology. It would be pointless to engage with these allies if you are not eating clean. These are some of my own antidotes for simply waking up each day with vigor, throwing up some personal bests on some cardio and calisthenic workouts, staying endurant in the field when I work the farm, or just recovering from a bad dose of lethargy or inefficency. We can not make our legacies without the plants, and we must learn to recognize these old folk uses as the exact thing we need in today’s wolf age.

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Tree Medicine

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This winter has brought the sacred tree medicines in abundance, so I have been getting my local terroir in strong doses, birch chaga from Quebec and Ontario, maple syrup tapped from the many sugar maples growing on the farm, and several different coffee cultivars, hand roasted on an iron skillet over the central hearth. Sometimes I like to mix all three of these and have a mushroom coffee with maple, and starting my morning with a few drops of 95 proof pine pollen tincture, hand made by a friend of mine living in the Pontiac region of Quebec. These tree medicines are powerful allies in the cold months when our immune systems may be compromised and while most people go into semi-hibernation and stay in doors. Pine pollen being a natural source of testosterone, bio-identical to human t. Packed full of good hormones, and micro-nutrients. The chaga drunken black and earthy is immune boosting, adrenal support, life extension, adaptogenic, anti-viral, anti-inflammatory, phytosterols and triterpenes that give it a therapeutic benefit. I drink it piping hot and brew it 4-5 times before it gets weak. All the wood cutting of late winter would not be the same. And for the coffee, I’ve been using Peruvian beans as of late, roasted in coconut oil, another medicine. Bulletproof (that is blended with butter) is usually my go to, and though it is an imported buzz, unlike yaupon, I think of it as a minor medicine, and certainly a folk placebo for starting the day with vigor. This year we have had spells of warm thaw, and are expecting a week of -celsius in the double digits even now as spring is just days away. This will probably affect the maple harvest, and I have been learning a lot about the processing of syrup, the coloration, and alchemy behind this beautiful amber medicine. It’s health benefits are beyond compare when taken in moderation. Like I always like to say, all food can be either a drug or a medicine, it is about the dose that is dependent on how it will work for you.

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Where does your medicine come from, have you ever considered to ask this? If it is in pill form, what is inside that magical little capsule, that you are so ritually putting inside your body, and stashing away in your cupboard. The bourgeois state has somehow convinced the unthinking majority that there is something called the ‘War on Drugs’ but what are these drugs, and where did they come from before they were suddenly a problem.

     

One thing must be set into reality, Nature does not grow drugs, man processes indigenous plant and fungal substances into drugs for his own profit. Your medicine is patented, ours comes from the soil. The Mandan Indians spoke of the medicine as ‘what is good for you’, and I may add what is organic. There is a whole waste of money on the war on drugs, when the medicine might be the actual remedy for that war. 90% of the pharmaceuticals available over the counter have their origins in the Americas, for instance and quite humorously Viagara, and Birth Control; derived from amazonian aphrodisiac plants, and the sweet potato, respectively. How backwards can such a supply and
demand system be? Acreage of pristine forest is robbed for it’s resource, only to selfishly change and manipulate it, because man thinks it is his to control, put on the market and blemish it’s medicine permanently, then follows the carnal exploitation of sexuality through pornography, branding these drugs for ‘enhanced’ performance of the male species, which permits a medicine to be twisted around, and misused, only to catalytically rely on yet another drug, the birth control, again from South America, but somehow this solves the problem of abuse doesn’t it? It doesn’t matter apparently because it brings in profit, and that is sitting on the top of the pyramid.

When is it alright to sell medicine? I would say almost never. Medicine is something that needs to come organically and without force or want. As a gypse it is sometimes necessary to purvey sacred medicines, in exchange for favors or other resources; cannabis, salvia, peyote, flowers, these are an alternative currency when you are on the road, and people who are in line with that understand it as money. In fact, it is more important than money, because it has life. Drugs, do not have life, they take away life. I generally follow an unwritten rule of safe, sane, and simple. If your medicine does not fit within this trine, then you should really question what you are doing. Where is your source, and why are there so many ‘side-effects’. Medicine does not beat around the bush, it is a language, they all have their teachers, if you don’t respect them, you simply won’t get it. And then you will need more because of the inability to surrender. Learn to listen and realize, that the medicine you need does not have a pricetag.

Reindeer Lichen (Cladonia rangiferina)

Found some reindeer lichens near the Arctic Circle last weekend in Iceland, although it grows quite abundantly on the roadsides there as well. Also called Caribou Moss, I found out some interesting medicinals when taking it as a tea. That is seemed to soften the water and also clean it of any dirt or any unwanted chlorine that may have been in the tap water was evident. This is a delicate part of the land, and there is a reason it is found mostly in the Arctic climes, for it will only grow a few mm. a year, which means, don’t go tramping around unconsciously and ripping up all the life. They dominate the old Boreal forests back in Canada, or up in the Taiga woods.

For aquavit, this lichen can be used, which is famous in the Nordic and Thule lands. An Eastern Himalayan people used it against kidney stones, and it is also a medicine food when crushed and soaked hot until soft, this by the Dena’ina, and inland Alaskans. It goes with berries, fish, and eggs, but they do have quite a list of acids I can barely pronounce so they must be well cooked. These interesting lifeforms are an ancient hybrid of fungi and alga, the quintessential ground coverings of the north. Maybe the vikings made their beds with these lichens, certainly many reindeer do. Strangely it is also found in Turkey, South Africa, Lizard Island in Cornwall, and France. If you find them, they are a sign of clear air. They are in line with atwa.

Siberian and Sami tribes let their reindeer feed on it all day, and they can also be eaten partially digested from the caribou rumens. Labrador Inuit and the Ojibwa (my people) used “caribou moss” in times of starvation, but generally the indigenous use is sparse and sometimes only for emergency. After cooked it is also a good vegetarian dog food, likely the Alaskan or Siberian huskies and sled dogs.

“The main food use of reindeer lichen as a major component of the partially digested stomach contents of caribou and other ungulates. Often mixed together with other lichens such as Cetraria, mushrooms, horsetails, sedges, grasses, willow, birch, and blueberry leaves and shoots, it was considered a delicacy in this form. This food was used traditionally by most Inuit peoples (including Igloolik, Copper, Caribou, Netsilik, Baffin Island, Nuamiut, Labrador, and Polar), as well as by the Chipewyan and other northern Indian groups. Because the complex lichen polysaccharides and proteins were apparently partially broken down in the animal’s rumen, this material was more easily digestible for humans”.

Cacao: God Food

In a Welsh forest, far from the natural habitat of this medicine, I sat during a Cacao ceremony as a medicine man brewed three different kinds of Peruvian Cacao into hot water boiled on a fire. I thought I would share some of it’s medicine with you. It was an immersion experience as the theobromine and caffeine entered gently in my body, and different vibrations of music filled my soul.

The seeds of the tree, Theobromine Cacao are of course used to make our favorite drinks, cocoa, and is the main ingredient in chocolate.The name is derived from theos meaning the gods and broma meaning the food, but the cacao part of the name is Mesoamerican, known as kakaw in Tzeltal, K’iche’ in Maya and cacahuatl in Nahuatl. The foci of domestication after it was wild, it thought to be Mexico in Lacandon or in the Amazon Basin. Others think it is from Iquitos in Peru, and has been on earth for at least 21,000 years while used for nearly 4,000 as a medicine. Several mixtures of cacao are described in ancient texts, for ceremonial or medicinal reasons. Some mixtures included maize, chili, vanilla and honey. Some ancient vessels from Honduras and vessels from a Mayan tomb in Rio Azul contain remnants of theobromine and caffeine. It is also mentioned in a hieroglyphic text at the same place. The ground Cacao was mixed with Tobacco by the Aztecs for smoking. Cacao beans constituted both a ritual beverage and an offering in Meso American civilizations. The Aztec empire received a yearly tribute of 980 loads of xiquipil (cacao). It was used as a currency by the Mayans. In Mayan mythology the cacao was given to the humans by a plumed serpent after they were created from the maize by an ancestral grandmother, Xmucane. They also had a cacao god called ek chuaj. In ritual use it was thought to be toxic to children and women and only used by men.

Originally cacao may have been fermented and thus drank as an alcohol. Theobromine stimulates the heart to a greater degree. While theobromine is not addictive, it has been cited as possibly causing addiction to the chocolate. The caffeine within the cacao can enhance the reward memory of pollinators such as honey bees, thus increasing the numbers of its progeny. The cacao flavors can vary in aroma like fine wines, and there are three separate kinds used for chocolate. Cocoa is the single healthiest substance you can put in your mouth besides water. It replaces psychiatric drugs for mood, and produces the same chemistry in the brain that occurs when we fall in love, those that act on the pineal glands and another near the heart, called the Bliss Chemical or Anandamide. It slows down the aging game, and stimulates dopamine to be made in the brain, which is a natural drug hormone in itself. The anti-oxidants are the highest of any food in the world. It also makes Tryptophans, a feel good chemical aka serotonin that gives a natural high. Simply put, I love Cacao, and I want to use it regularly in my diet, good thing it’s vegan.

Pacha Mama: This is One World Garden

Everything in this world can be a medicine or a poison, it is the way we treat it, and how we use it which amounts to it’s effect. I thought deeply of this today while traveling in Iceland. The meat we take may be healing to us, if we enter the relationship with the animal, there may be a type of conversation made with the being it inhabits. To hunt down a deer sitting in a tree with a shotgun, will kill the animal, but the meat may not be the medicine, because the deer was unawares and did not freely give itself. Whereas to chase a deer with bow, it may recognize the same struggle of the human, and in time when it is killed, the soul of the deer has had time to leave the body and give it’s flesh and meat for good. This goes to with the plant world. It is entirely different to harvest a crop of fields with a turning machine and metal blades than to sit with a plant or simply ask for it’s medicine firsthand. Every animal also decides this when it’s death comes. We may not be able to live off the land from foraging, but those with a higher mind know in their knowing that one certainly can. It comes down to dosage.

Everything on this earth can be a poison or a medicine, depending on dosage. I see people overdosing on chocolate, and sugar, as it permeates so much of their diet, treated as drugs, while these substances, cacao and cane, can be truly medicinal in the right doses, prepared and sourced the right way. Even the lesser of foods that we take for granted have the ability to be extremely beneficial. One of the most common mistakes in agriculture is getting rid of the weeds, without any consideration of what these secret flora may be capable of. In our cemeteries, the corpse rich humus nourishes the semilanceata mushrooms, with a dna code unique to any other mushroom on this planet. Those in the psychedelic mind will know this fungus as a deep inhibitor of healing, transformation and the symbolic language of lucidity. Mass consumption is unnecessary and usually means the food is extremely lacking in what you actually need. Raw food is never exotic, and most of the time has relations with other plants and animals. We have forgotten this symbiotic recipes so to speak, and eat a lot of poison food. When we serve our dinner, there is still life left in the meat and plants we have used to prepare it, it is important to recognize this, as so many settle for dead, modified, empty food.

This land is the one world garden, and everything that grows and lives on it is my medicine. If we develop a further conscious effort to realize that every ingredient that goes into the products at the markets once came from soil at it’s earliest source, and Pacha Mama allows us to receive. Within her gifts are the medicines we need. We should stop trying to render them into something else. For it is not ours to decide. Everything is medicine or poison. It is our love which knows the difference.

Myristica Fragrens: An Ally of Empathy (Nutmeg psychotropic experience)

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After the body high of a mountain ascent, and a successful grounding, I took up my lodging like any night, in the roundhouse of a remote Scottish valley, and settled in. I had taken little food, only eating very little porridge and spiced curry that day, nothing substantial to bog me down before ingesting of the nutmeg, and portioned out 15g in one of my medicine bottles. For a warming spice coming from the New Guinea islands, the nutmeg is traditionally used only for topping off a hot coffee or baked goods in winter. I had read Erowid reports of the proper dosage for body weight, and the pattern of experience in others. The next day and a half would be devoted to exploring this ally, and seeing what I could not learn from it, so I downed the muddy mixture with goat milk and fruit juice, with the texture of Kava Kava, it was muddy but not terrible, just raw.

Ensuing into the nightfall, I became more lulled by subtle comforts working on me. Strains of music became more present, as I lay listening to Popul Vuh. Then for several hours in a skype conversation with a close friend in New England, I found my words to come eloquently pouring from my mouth, and started talking in spirals that evolved out of each other. Though said friend told me I carried an offkilter mood, and an air of sadness. It was true, I had been feeling some sorrow and knowingly went into this vulnerable. Though in my opinion I think there is no better reason than to align with the plants spirit, for in our normative state we may be less sympathetic to occurrences and events as we hold back and judge it. The melancholia only become more acute, as I pondered over the source, and tried to medicate it in my mind with assurance. The nutmeg spoke words from my own mouth but in a female voice, and I swelling into becoming more dreamy and drifting. I knew then of the femininity of the plant.

In the night I could not truly sleep, but entered a state of drowse with my eyes half shut. In the way I thought monks to do for achieving rest in their half awake half slumber state. I felt that I was awake, but not the insomnia that others experience, for I was comfortable and utterly still in the soporific cloud I existed in. The morning came late, or rather I came late to it, for I must have fell in a deep unconscious rest until then. Day the second became rather lonely, as I was still here tending the farm for the weekend, though I cherished the solitude, I wanted to be alone with someone in particular. My mind did somewhat the opposite of what cannabis brings upon me, the temporal distortion I speak of. The cycle of the day was normal, but I went about with my time in a slow careful manner, stopping to think often, staring out into the beyond of my own mulling thoughts, and moving in methodical passive manners through the farmhouse. I did a load of reading; Carl Jung’s Red Book, two Rune studies, and a travel monologue written by an Irishman, I became enveloped in his story and journey across Africa on a motorcycle. I reread passages in Jung that utterly made me cringe and coil and others that created a synchronicity of thought between myself and the paradigms of his ideas. I made a fire in the round room and sat stoking the flames for hours and kept in the glow of it’s burn. Calling my friend overseas again, and reflecting on the nature of man and woman’s most ancient needs. I retired to my room once more and slept under my reindeer and black sheep pelts.

Foregoing day the third, I was only now coming down to the ground with the spice. My actions were more deliberate and meaningful as I still reveled in having downtime from my cattle work. More copious reading in the morning and then I migrated outside to a sacred tree circle I had found here in the valley. A ring of nine larch on a slope brought me into a kind of fortress of the spirit. This was a special area I like to sit and envision. I lay at the exposed roots of the elder of the ring, next its hollows and creature warrens. Then setting up a fur carpet in the middle of the ring atop the brass colored grasses, I burned incense on the roots and chimed a singing bowl through the aether. Filling the circle grove with a vibratory eminence of clarity and cleanliness. The deer have bedded here, I sat in the same hollow and read more of my travel book, staring at a coyote skull and smoked sage. The dry mouth was a constant notice, and the sage cleared the passages of my breath sufficiently enough. A storm gust blew in over the trees, and I cut through the cattle farm beside a small pond and returned back to shelter, reflecting again in front of the fire and drawing whatever came to my minds eye. The late hours found me thinking a lot, just on prospects of relationship, the nutmeg was very empathy inducing. I thought more on dreams, hidden meanings in events, my reputation, and my ability to influence. These were coming right from my heart, there was no judgement or veil, but maybe a slight confusion for having not met with them for a period of time, for the feelings were omniscient but not always focused on in this relative spiritual drought I have been experiencing. I slept soundly, and by the fourth day as I journal this, I understand the nutmeg to be deeply nourishing, as I have not felt weakened or overtired. A certain stillness has washed over me, as my setting remains unchanged, and I feel I could navigate the 48 hour trip next with more coercion and steadfastness. I smell the lingering aroma now when I think of the nutmeg, and feeling a passive acceptance of its inner nature, an emotional heart-case, but a gentle lover.

To Thee Hights ov Old Britain, Climbing Ben Nevis Solo

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Last Freyja’s day of this bitter chilled Scottish winter, I stepped outside and decided to climb Ben Nevis, the tallest summit in all of Britain. Cresting the Cairngorms, the Snowdonian hills of Wales, and the mountains of the lake District or the western shores of Ire’land. This impulsive desire to rise to it’s heights instilled itself virtually overnight. A farm and cattle show was happening in the village of Oban, over an hour from the Cairngorm highlands, and I would be able to hitch a ride with the farmer who owns this land. Thus, it is precisely what became to be.

I saddled the ride in the truck to Fort William, the town bordering the mountain and set off hoofing it on foot down a back country way. Walking the rivers edge until I could find a bridge after a mile on the road, I crossed the meandering aquas, and ended up in a sheep farm, with a golemn of a mountain staring me down, bronze and brown were its wrinkles, sprouting stunted dwarves on it’s spine, though this wasn’t Ben Nevis, it only concealed the view. I found the hoof trail made by sheep until it lead to a boulderous walkway, with stones quite precisely placed in the earth forming almost a cobbled pilgrimage route. Ascending slowly along the outer ridges of this giant, skirting its bones carefully, and bending sinew as do the goats and ungulates of the hills. I at last made a vantage point looking over the Glen Nevis Valley, and the rocky promenade of sorts made a turn away to reach the higher plateaus. For some passing of the hour, I trod up the path at a pace that made my breath sound like wind vowels streaming through the air. Meandering in a serpentine fashion like this until finding a loch on the aerial landscape, frozen and encrusted with ice. I wonder what unique floral forms could dwell in and around that pond.

Peering out over my footsteps just traveled, an ominous poison cloud threatened to drip its black wet ichor all over me as I would then be helplessly condemned to the downpour. It looked at heavy as iron, but seemed to be far away by mountain standards, and I kept rising. Now kicking in my spikes to violently find my footing in the coarse snow and ice, the path shot up the peaks like double Sowilo runes, zigzagging to the Sun. The gradient which supposed its steepness would like to something  inspiring was already apparent. It was a path through the fog and the mist of Europe. I dug in and felt my heart pulse like a flickering candle. Making headway for the conical tip of the mountain I was now walking on near solid ice, blue encrusted lichens on the black bones of the mountains were my only footholds. How long have these growths been here in these barrens? A thousand years? A million? Ancient slow cooker, what medicine they could yield. I thought about gathering something from here but they were so beautiful I could not disturb their forms, and beside this was only the cascade of rocks. I sat on one which felt solid in the ice and looked behind me from whence I climbed. I could see only 10 feet in front of me, if that at times. The only definition of ground were the submerged boulders in the haze, for everything was the purest white. The sky blended imperceptibly with the snow, so if I sat and stared, the feeling was of drifting around in the high altitudes of Scottish Airspace, sailing on this ship of a rock amid other rocks, floating, not above or below, but within.

To say this was humbling would be mild. The thoughts were not of fear but of utter curiosity, so I think this speaks of how I have been managing my more primal thought patterns as of late. How long would I be here waiting for it to clear? I was lingering near a peak that was farthest from the sea, where most people dwelled. Perhaps I would see a white ptarmigan or a hare, and they would show me how to descend or just reveal their presence. The sun would not set for another four hours, I could sit here and meditate and try to build up my inner heat, or think on it. I had carried a barn owl which I found on the farm, it had been crushed by a bale of hay, and was slightly deformed. For 4 nights I had it wrapped up in a shroud with sage leaves. I took it out and gave it a proper sky burial. A new haunt. Here, higher than I have ever been in Europe, it was a fit home. I heard clattering of bells far on another flank of the mountain and sometime caught a wisp of color of another person. Then I heard these bells and clattering from behind and slightly above me. Two Scotsmen on their way ‘doon, as they say. So I brushed a layer of snow and ice crystals off my vest and thought it wise to follow them down, one of them threw me an ice axe and said use it to stop yourself, and then we went feet first sliding down half of the ice capped slope in supine, accelerating past sharp crags and hidden stones. I used my spikes on my boots and the axe to slow, just before a drop off with a waterfall, and waited for them to meet me. They turned off down the western flank, while I stammered back through the zigzag serpent course and cut across swathes of bronze heather flora. I had a limp though, the extreme force on the achilles rendered it now useless to serve my stride, and I felt a grinding in my heel. On the rocky pathway, the spikes didn’t do anything to comfort me…

On the descent, I passed a sheep, well not just one, but a flock of them, but one in particular that had one horn. I don’t know why I called him Hercules, it just came to mind. I met him on the ascent and said ‘see you on the way down’, and I did. He stared inquisitively, perhaps because my boots made the same sound on the hard surface that they did. I took a tighter path down to the b road which passed some undisturbed sentinel arborea clinging to sideways root holds. Crossing the river once more, and heading for the highway. Before long, I was picked up and taken to a junction, another pleasant and quiet ride with a mother in the twilight, and finally a hitch through the Spey Valley back to my dwelling. Though my heel was in shambles, it is now healing, and I reflect on the window of time I spent at the peaks, completely under natures will. I knew it in my heart, that nature was indifferent, but I trusted also in her, and I came down. But not all do. I stood on the peak of this country and descended to meet the levels of the sea in the same day, what more could humble a man.

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Re:Wilding Sacred Medicines

weeds_Par_17207_Image_-1_-1_1The re:wilding sacred medicines project is branching off of other current work that I have been spending time with over the last few months in foraging, growing, and experimenting with wild and cultivated plants. On my return to Canada, (Kan-ah-dah) I collected a number of seeds for my supply, of which I intend to acquire more later in other locations when the need arises. Among them; Black Henbane, Toloache (Datura Stramonium), Syrian Rue (The Soma Plant), & Morning Glory, and a portion of dried Fly Agaric, though in fungal form, could potentially be buried if there are any live spores left. These seeds are a small bastion of indigenous north and south American herbs used by the Native North and Meso Americans, and Indians of the southern states. They have been held is sacred regard by the healing villages, and shamans of these cultures, for use against ills, and for magical reciprocation of one’s health, but exploitation of the earth and destruction of indigenously owned land has also taken many of these plants and fungi asBlue-Morning-Glory-flowers-30352544-570-497
their victims, and they are now at serious risk, not only of their survival in the wild-erness, but of the loss to an elder way and spirituality because these have been so ingrained within their heritage, and culture, to live without them would be a small death to their folk.

My aim with these seeds is to find still wild areas where these plants and fungi would find it tolerable to seed, root, and grow, and re:wild the sacred medicines in the geographically fitting areas of the states and canada. Part of this project will also be doing anything possible to re:wild the areas these were once native to Datura_stramonium1but may now struggle for existence from various factors such as invasive weeds, cemented trails, roads, overhunting affecting the fauna thus affecting the flora, pollution and rubbish, as well as human encroachment in delicated ecosystems. These 3 species and a small select few from the psychotropic variety, shall be cultivated back into the womb, by the hands of this author, and those kin who desire to assist.   This is a project of ATWA, Air Trees Water Animals, and it is a project of resistance because they are more than mere plants, green things that go unnoticed, they are emblems of a people, vectors to the gods and goddesses, and healing herbs for the human being. After these seeds are planted, they will be left to germinate, grow, and thrive in their natural land, tended by myself and others who wish to partake. Returning a pilgrimage to the place of the plant, a special ritual will be made in situ when they have come to their full propagated potential. Saving also any seeds for re-sowing. The process of preparing the plants shall be done at location, in the wild, drying in the sun, unearthing, cooking, or otherwise, before ingestion, through incenseous smoke, and the medicine pipe, or by other means when called for. These nights of rite will be dedicated strictly to the plant spirits, the people, the land wights, and the experience that befalls them. The intention shall come full circle in these  healing sessions, and repeated with the seeds from the new crop. This is the first chapter. As I will soon be tramping on to Georgia, Texas, and the southern desert states before settling for awhile in the Redwood Coast, then down into Mexico. These regions of the earth shall be the first grounds for re:wilding of these medicines, and more will be planted than mere seeds here.

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Cannabis: A Gift from the Gods

 

Plant smoke inhaled in a swamp domain… under traveling stars… the dank incense of the dried leaves, and communion with the divine crystal embedded in resinous flower…

The Gods and Goddesses planted them here, on the mother, Jord, Earth, Shakti. And man and woman cultivated the magic plant to converse fore-more with the divine. Inhaled, Exhaled. Silent mantras of :UR: and :OM: to transcend this shell of the body, leaving only husk…

An ancient connection is made, man and woman, become the vessel of their own journey…shiva-ratri1

The resonance of bones, the sound of insects at night, the shape of trees and shadows, one starts to learn what is ONE and what is all, by the symbols of the land.
By the runes, by the seeds, by the skull, and the ash.

Consumed by the great Medicine, the hamr and transforms, shapeshifting…

filled with the essence of the plant totem, the breath becomes of the wind,

A sacred union is made, in a ritual…
At a pace that escapes the notice of ‘time’
endowed with crystalline smoke, sun rays, moon rays,

cocooning the spirit in foggy webs,

of nine worlds and one, of the supreme tantra which is ALL,

Atavists digging to the roots, of what once was.

The memory, the mind…
the God, the Goddess, the Plant, the :G:ift