How To Decolonize- Step I, Part I:

CHANGE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH FOOD

This is HUGE.

And way easier said than done.

You have spent an entire lifetime enforcing your eating habits. From what you eat to how you eat.

Making changes in this area is going to be HARD. Breaking any habit is hard. CHANGING is hard. Yet it is so SO worth it. Plus, I can promise you, once you get over the initial hump of adjustment, the benefits waaaayyyyy outnumber any initial struggles you may face. What was difficult in the beginning is transformed to a wonderful and sensuous adventure as you learn to source, prepare, and thoroughly enjoy your food. You will look, feel, and BE so much healthier, happier, and connected to Nature. You will understand what it is to be reborn and to come alive again. I’m serious.

Before I dive into how to do this, let me answer the following: Why is food so important to decolonization? (And if you are wondering why I am passionate about the need to decolonize, you can read my essay on THAT topic by clicking here.)

#1) You cannot be a truly free/sovereign human being if you do not know how to eat properly. We need food to survive. Food is our life source. Without it, we die, and rather quickly. And when we eat fake, processed, chemically saturated food, we get sick, are miserable for awhile— and then die.

When we hand over the task of feeding ourselves and our families to outside sources, to massive corporations who care nothing about people, human rights, or the environment (the source of all real food and thus, THE SOURCE OF ALL LIFE), but only for profits and power, we literally hand over our freedom. When you let someone else be in control of your food, you let someone else be in control of YOU.

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#2) You vote with your dollar. Money is what drives politics and our government. It should be quite obvious to you by now that politicians care nothing about creating a better world for all of us, but only about obtaining more money, power, and prestige for themselves. If the goal of politics/politicians was really to create a harmonious existence amongst humanity, we’ve given them plenty of time and free passes to figure it out and get their shit together.

Instead, politicians have continued to fail miserably, and proven themselves to be worse than incompetent.

If they had any integrity, they would either: A. Dismantle the system and start fresh, or B. At the very least take a good, hard, honest look at our political system and government structure- and give it the massive overhaul it so desperately needs. But they don’t, and here we stand.

We stand facing the cold hard truth that the government cares nothing for its people, and is concerned only with keeping wealth and power concentrated within a VERY small group of individuals who control the bulk of the worlds economic resources. These people follow the money. Where it goes, they will follow, with all the enthusiasm of a dog pressing its nose up against another dogs butthole during a first encounter.

If we as consumers demand that our products are clean, not filled with poisons and pesticides, wholesome, and sourced in ways that do not destroy the environment and oppress indigenous people, people of color or low economic status, if we take the time and the little effort that is required to really research our food and where it comes from, and then refuse to financially support all those companies who’s practices are killing our ecosystems and destroying our health and our planet (ONE AND THE SAME PEOPLE!!! ONE. AND. THE. SAME!), these same companies will be FORCED to immediately clean up their act. EVERY.DOLLAR. YOU SPEND. COUNTS. Who you hand your money over to makes WAAAAYYY more of a difference in the world than the amount of crystals you own, time you spend in prayer/meditation, or witty & empowering insights and solutions you share on Instagram. Stop kidding yourself. If you aren’t part of the solution, you are part of the problem. None of us are innocent, but we are all capable of becoming real life heroes. The first thing you must do is go head to head with your own ignorance, and kill it. Even if the battle is exhausting. You can do it. The Universe is at your back.

Aside from shelter, food is most peoples biggest and most pressing expense. There is so much opportunity to affect not only the quality of food you eat, (which correlates directly to your health and genetic expression), but to affect national and global policy concerning environmental health and human rights in a positive way, simply by learning how to NOT fund the evil-doers with your hard-earned money.

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#3) Proper eating is the fastest, easiest, BEST way to give the finger to the colonizer, honor your ancestry, your environment, and take back your health. 

We are, quite literally, that which we eat. Our bodies are built directly from the substances we take into ourselves. And the elements. (More on that later. Suffice it to say that food is the magical expression of all the elements joined in together in live promoting harmony).

Once this meant we were Wild. Free. Vibrant. ALIVE. Now, for many, it means we are filled to the brim with lab conceived chemicals, unnatural colorings and flavorings, a laundry list of known carcinogenic substances which the FDA conveniently turns a blind eye to, and genetically modified “foods” whose long term effects on the human genome we know nothing about. We have become, as Pink Floyd would say “comfortably numb”. Or for many unfortunate folks- Uncomfortably numb.

Pause and take a moment to really consider the following: If we are LITERALLY formed and kept alive by what we eat, and if our energy and physical structure results directly from our food, (which is not fake news btw, but well-known scientific fact), would you rather eat a wild deer, who spent her life free, running through the forest, hiding, playing, mating, eating wild greens and forage, drinking live, free-flowing water, (that has hopefully not been tainted by human pollution), and was killed quickly and as humanely as possible during the hunt, whose spirit was then thanked, honored, and cherished, and whose body was used as a sacred source of food, clothing, tools, and shelter building material,….. or a cow, who was conceived via artificial insemination, born in a cage, immediately separated from her mother, spent her life in a concrete and metal box, knee deep in shit, shot up with bucketfuls of antibiotics, growth hormones, and who knows what else, was not fed what her body was designed to eat, was not allowed to move, run, play, or mate, or to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air, and was then killed at a slaughter house that stank of fear and death, where the cries of tortured animals greeted her upon arrival of her last day alive on Earth, and where she was then butchered cruelly, painfully, without compassion…which one would you rather take into your own body? How do you think each would affect you differently?

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And we wonder why physical and mental health in America is decreasing and why more people, including young children, are sick with allergies, depression, chronic diseases and cancers than ever before, or why people (including our children) are flying off the handle left and right and thinking that shooting masses of innocent civilians is the best course of action…

Our ancestors were plugged directly into Nature through the food they grew, foraged, and hunted in their immediate local landscapes. There is no act more intimate, (except maybe sex), than eating. Than willingly taking another life forms’ body and essence (be it plant or animal) into the deepest bowls of our own bodies, and transmuting this being into the energy that sustains us physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  Native people knew this and were a PART OF the environment and part of a community that spanned across species.

Then, some white men come from a foreign land and take this all away. Prevent people from hunting. Force us into captivity and force us to farm THEIR food, which prevents us from moving in the natural, seasonal patterns we were designed to follow based on THOUSANDS OF YEARS of co-evolving in a mutual and intimate relationship with our unique and wonderfully diverse environment. By taking away our traditional food sources, we were cut off from Nature at the root.

This sets off a chain reaction of gross-imbalance and devastation which leaves North America reeling and from which we are still not recovered and currently deep within the process of reaping some of the larger and more devastating impacts we as a nation have sown.

Wildfires, floods, mudslides, water pollution, soil depletion, species extinction…none of this happened anywhere near to the extent it is occurring now. This is not because there are more people. This is because Native people knew, understood, and holistically managed their environments to a degree that most can only imagine, one which would bring the top environmental ‘scholars’ and permaculture enthusiasts to their knees in awe and appreciation. The environment was (IS) a living, breathing, FEELING entity which was truly loved, and thus, treated with awe and respect. It was celebrated. It was protected.

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Learn about the region you live in. Who are the Natives? What did they eat? How did they get the bulk of their nutrition? Look at your own ancestry. Go back far enough and you will find you are from “Native” people as well. Go back further still and you’ll find out you’re actually black and your ancestry is African, but again, thats another topic for another time.

For now, try to zero in on what your known ancestors ate. Compare it to what was traditionally eaten in your region by the locals, (the real ones), and see where they meet. If there is no common ground between the local indigenous diet and that of your heritage, go with what makes the most sense to you and with what you enjoy the most. The key is to make sure it is organic, local, and seasonal. If we all did this, Eden would bloom mañana.

Subscribe to be sure you don’t miss Part II of Step I, which will explain in further detail, exactly HOW to change your relationship to food and take back control of your life.

Peace, Love, and Good Food, Always.

Welcome Home.

Prelude to “The New Witches’ Handbook”:

 

Hello my sacred sister, and congratulations on finding your magical path! If you are like myself, you may be feeling both a sense of joy and excitement at having experienced “The Calling”, mixed with a bit of trepidation at what comes next. There is so so much to learn. And what will the neighbors think? Not to mention your friends and family. It is only natural that our excitement be tinged with a bit of fear. The horrific persecution many of our ancestors suffered for pursuing their paths still lingers in our memories, as it should. We must always remember to use care and caution when practicing the craft, and it would be unwise to make yourself the target of a modern day witch-hunt, figurative or otherwise. That being said, I want you to realize that you are not alone. There are more of us than you think, and our numbers are growing.

As a young lass, I was fully aware of my beliefs and spirituality, though I had no name for it. I was also aware that there were many people who called themselves witches. But those people tended to be the goth kids, the social misfits, who wore black T-Shirts featuring bloody looking pentacles, spike chokers, and who hung out in the hallways at lunch burning things with lighters they’d smuggled onto campus. That wasn’t really my style. Nor was the structured hierarchy of Wicca or some of the other Pagan based religions I came across in my studies. I eventually discovered Natural Witchcraft, or as it is sometimes referred to as, Wild, Green, or Kitchen Witchcraft, and determined that if I had to put a label on it, my faith fit most easily into these categories, but I kept these thoughts mostly to myself. When it came to my spiritual beliefs, and my beliefs in energy, magic, and the power of the mind, I still felt very much alone.

It was not until I gave birth to my daughter that certain events in my life began happening at a rapid rate, setting off a domino effect of occurrences which resulted in me experiencing The Calling with such a force that it could not be denied. Something within me clicked. This is who I am. This is what I was meant to do, this is the path I was meant to walk. With this acknowledgement and acceptance came a sense of peace and completeness that my soul had not previously experienced. It was such a powerful feeling that I knew I could not be wrong in choosing this unconventional path. I began to write about it. And talk about it. And reach out to people who I could sense were feeling the pulse of magic streaming through their veins just as I was. It was in doing this that I made a pleasant and unexpected discovery: I am far from alone. There are untold numbers of magical beings living both in and out of the broom closet.

I had never felt ashamed for the things I believe, for I knew them in my heart to be true. However, as a result of not ever having any peers growing up who felt the same way, I had often felt guarded, embarrassed even. Most of my classmates were raised either Christian or Catholic, and they quickly learned that taking me along to church on Sunday morning was a bad idea. I asked far too many questions that had no satisfying answers of the poor church staff. To be fair to them, I did rather enjoy watching the color rise in the pastors cheeks when they realized they’d been morally stumped by a grade schooler. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for debate and playing the devils advocate. Regardless, I learned to keep my spiritual beliefs to myself, and while this served me quite well, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t get lonely from time to time. These childhood experiences made me somewhat hesitant to open up about my magical path. But the experiences I was now having as a new mother were so profound I could not keep them to myself.

I have been more than thrilled with the overwhelming show of support from both friends, family, and strangers, since my “coming out”. Many of the people I have nervously shared my beliefs with have confessed to feeling the same way. There are so many of us out there longing to re-establish the intimate connections we once had with the Earth and our environments. There are numerous individuals who are waking up and seeing the world with new eyes, recognizing the magic that surrounds them on a daily basis and feeling it’s fire flow through their veins. Even science is headed in the right direction, proving that not only are we all made of the same energetic essence, and that energy can never be destroyed, but it is also acknowledging the fact that our minds, and our thoughts, have much more of an impact on ourselves and our world than we had previously comprehended. Take for example the placebo effect, or the relatively new and groundbreaking field of Noetic Science.

At the time of this writing, Mercury and Pluto are squaring off. We are in the middle of a great shift in global consciousness, an awakening. The stirring you are feeling within yourself, that undeniable call of the Goddess bubbling up from within your own sacred soul, is Mother Earths cry to arms. Her body, her cycles, her health, are all reflected in our own bodies. We can feel the restlessness, like a snake uncoiling from a slumber, lifting her head, read to strike. The Earth is sick, dying. This is a result of humanities break from the Goddess, a rift that has grown between ourselves, the heavens, and the Earth. As we continue to pollute our planet with toxins and exploit her resources until her fertile grounds turn bleak and barren, continuing to believe the illusion that we are somehow separate from Nature, so too do we damage our own sacred bodies. Formerly unheard of diseases are claiming the lives of millions each year, despite all of our best advances in modern medicine. But you, my sacred sister, are beginning to remember. The fact that you are reading this now is proof that you have heard the Mothers Call, for it is for you that this is written. If we as woman, who are so intimately linked to the cyclical dance of the Earth and Skies, do not speak for The Mother, who will? The time for inaction is passed. We have sat by silently for too long, allowing our powers to be suppressed, perverted, and made taboo. If we are to survive as a species, and leave our children in a world we can be proud to pass down, we must stop believing we are insignificant and powerless as women. We must relearn the ancient knowledge of the Goddess, and reawaken the suppressed intuitive powers within ourselves. It is not a task which can be taken lightly, but it is one we can put off no longer.

While the path of the Witch is not without trial, I can promise that it is one filled with truth, magic, wonder, and awe. There is a sense of peace and joy that enters the soul when you humbly acknowledge and accept your divine path. There is a completeness that can be felt down in the core of your being which proves to those in-tuned that this is what you have been brought here to do. You have a purpose. The Goddess needs YOU to speak for her, to act for her, to spread her love and heal the world. This may seem like a monumental task, but never doubt for a second, that you do indeed, have the capacity of healing the planet.

The patriarchal social structures which have ruled our society for several thousand years have had their time in the sun. I think it is safe to say it has royally fucked shit up. These discriminating, selfish, hierarchal and outdated ideals benefit no one. Not man, not woman, not child, and certainly not Mother Earth.

Now it is our turn. Our turn to shake off the chains which have bound our feminine powers and create the magical utopia that is absolutely attainable if we once more learn to live in the harmonious cyclical cycles of Mother Earth and the heavens beyond, and perhaps more importantly, to trust ourselves, our inner Goddess, our intuition, and each other. Remember, before the conquest of Western masculine ideologies some five thousand years ago, cultures from around the globe worshiped the feminine in all her life giving and creative glory. It was women who linked our menstrual cycles to the movement of the moon and planets, it was women who invented astronomy, astrology, yoga and the arts. Women built the first societies, nurtured the first communities, convened and communicated with nature and the unseen energies which surround us, and kept the balance of masculine and feminine in perfect order. It is time to reclaim this power. We will perish if we don’t.

So I applaud you for your courage, and your choice to heed The Call. Wear the title of Witch proudly, teach the masses that far from evil, Witchcraft is a wise and ancient art, full of love, growth, and healing. Never loose the sense of excitement and vitality you feel now. There will always be something more to learn, some opportunity to grow and blossom.

It is my hope that one day there will be no more Witches. One day, I believe, this label will be obsolete, as humanity will have re-established balance with Nature, seeing that witchcraft is not an eccentric hobby, but a way of life. THE way of life. It can embrace all cultures, all geographies, all peoples. We will no longer be Witches, we will simply be human. Human beings living side by side in mutually beneficial relationship with one another, with Mother Earth, and all her inhabitants, guided by the Heavens and confident in our own divinity. Today, however, more than ever, the Witch is needed. The Universe is thirsty for her magic, craving her care and attentions, waiting for her to shape and sooth the damaged energy of the world back into the glowing gem of life , love, and wonder it is meant to be. It is time to reawaken your inner magic and become an active participant in this process. It is time to make a change.

Welcome home my sister, and Goddess Bless.

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Did you like this excerpt? If so you may be interested in the rest of “The New Witches’ Handbook, which releases on October 1st, 2018. Or you can subscribe to receive the complete PDF version ABSOLUTELY FREE pre-launch! Cheers!

Woman, Don’t Let Them Tame You…

Yesterday Donald Trump spoke at a commencement ceremony for the Naval Academy in Maryland. He told them that “our ancestors tamed a continent,” adding that “we are not going to apologize for America.”

With out getting too political (yet), I will say simply that this man disgusts me and represents a very real threat to the ideals I hold closest to my heart.

For the moment, let just focus on the fact that he seems to support, through his statements, the genocide that was enacted upon the indigenous people living here prior to European colonization, and that he appears to be proud of the fact that some savage element which previously existed here was able to be ‘tamed’ by our good ol’ ‘American’ (but really European), forefathers.

I think he is a very sick human.

A do not see being ‘tame’ as a virtue. I would rather be a savage.

So let me re-post an old blog from before. This is to you, my wild, savage, untamable sister:

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“Us women are wild creatures. No matter how old we are, where we live, what language we speak, deep down, we all know know this. We can feel the connection from deep within our souls, that timeless bond which springs from the depths of our hearts and plunges down through the dark rich soils, past the crust of the earth, into the fiery core of the planet itself, like a shimmering root linking us undeniably to Mother Nature. Or is it the other way around? Perhaps it is both.

This bond is natural, vital, and owes no part of it’s sovereignty to ideals of time or culture. Our grandmothers and great grandmothers felt it, just as all our ancestors throughout the centuries felt it, just as our daughters will, and the daughters of their daughters will feel it long after we are gone. From these soul roots our sacred energies blossom and spring forth, branching out into the universe, the wild unknown, touching the essence of all that is and ever will be, expanding into space unafraid and undaunted by the mysteries of the infinite, growing into the ether with the natural grace of a sapling simultaneously reaching out towards the heavens and down into the depths of consciousness, unconcerned with justifying her existence, living for the thrill of being, and perfect because of it.

We are of the Earth. We are Nature herself. There is a word I learned of recently, a word which describes a field of thought centered around the philosophy of the link between Woman and Earth. It is called “Ecofeminism”. Seriously, look it up. I have yet to delve further into this field, though I plan to, but am thrilled and encouraged by it’s existence. What we do to our planet, we do to ourselves, and visa-versa.

But most of us already know this. We know this because of that fact in and of itself. We are not just creatures ON the earth. We are creatures OF the earth. We are wildly intuitive. Our senses by nature sharp and highly evolved for living a life of exuberant freedom and creativity. Loving, nurturing, imagining. Full expressions of ecstatic joy and complete surrendering in times of pain and sorrow. We are meant to ride these cycles of life with total trust and gratitude for our existence. We know of the ebb and flow of life as intimately as we known the ebb and flow of the tides within our own bodies. We do not fight the current, for we know it is futile. Rather, we learn to swim with it, allow it to carry us where it will, and use the energy which would have been wasted in the struggle to dance among the waves.

It is true, sometimes there will be less dancing and more concentrating on keeping ones head above water. Sometimes we are even pulled under, into our own watery depths. And it is imperative at these moments we do not panic, but rather open our eyes and take note of the environment surrounding us. If it is too dark to see, we use our other senses to help us navigate our way back to the surface. In time, we become so comfortable with this that we are able to dive down beneath the surface at will, gliding without air, searching for the treasures beneath. Sometimes, the best thing to do is simply turn over on our backs and float for a time, face to the heavens, and give complete control to the current we are riding on. Maybe this is after a particularly draining patch of rapids or tempest born waves, or maybe it is during a beautiful period of warm calm waters, with sumptuous sunlight and cotton ball clouds overhead. We know when to dive and when to float. We know that rough waters push us to calmer seas, and that calm water will grow stale, stagnant, and just plain boring with no movement.

Yes, we are capable wild creatures by nature, but sometimes we become ensnared. Sometimes we swim directly into the fisherman’s net, or step foot into the steel claw trap lurking under the carpet of leaves. Sometimes too, it was our mothers who were captured, who in one way or another were severed from their natural habitats, and though we are born wild, we are raised domesticated, with tameness becoming a celebrated characteristic. No woman’s soul was ever nourished by being tame. Even when we have never known freedom, we itch for it’s embrace. We long to run into the forest, become part of the wilderness again, press bare feet into the mud, dance naked under the moonlight, weave wildflowers into our children’s hair and breath the scent of pine. We want to scream and cry and sing and howl. And we must. For us women are wild creatures…”

SAVAGE: Not domesticated or under human control. Wild. Uncultivated. Lacking the restraints normal to civilized human beings. — Merriam Webster

Why I’m Here

Hi! Thanks for joining me!

I’m here because I love to write. I NEED to write the way bees need to make honey.

I also love reading, (obviously. What writer doesn’t?), and learning new things. Especially about the things I am passionate about.

What am I passionate about, (besides reading & writing)? I’m so glad you asked! Here are some of my faves:

*Magic, Witchcraft, Paganism

*Conscious Parenting, Un-schooling

*Re-wilding & Decolonizing

*Sex & Sensuality

*Eco-feminism, holistic land-managment, and permaculture.

*Homesteading and sovereign lifestyle design.

*Reiki

*Horses, dogs, birds, all animals really.

*Plant medicine, herbalism

*Music, Dancing

*Art, DIY

*Primitive & Ancestral Skills

*Indigenous Culture

*Travel, Exploration, Adventuring, and HAVING FUN!

No matter what twists and turns life brings our way, I believe our time here is meant to be thoroughly enjoyed and that our greatest purpose is to generate unconditional love. To be able to give and receive love freely and without fear. And to always remember to enjoy the process and be grateful for the blessings we are gifted with.

I also believe writing is an art and form of activism, and that we as individuals have the duty, privilege, honor, and responsibility, to use our voices and our words to create and collaborate rather than to destroy and compete. We can add something of real value to the world if we choose to do so, and leave it in a more harmonious, peaceful, and beautiful state than the one we found it in if we are wise enough and so inclined.

Change comes first from within the individual, and then within the community. Meaningful change comes from the ground up. It is rooted in the earth and rooted in community, both local and global.

And so we get to my M.O. I am here to share. To learn. To grow and evolve. To collaborate with like minded individuals and to empathize and respect with individuals whose views differ than my own, so that we can find our common ground and move forward as complimentary forces. I want to broaden my horizons, to inspire, and to be inspired.

I am here because I want to meet YOU, my fellow human being. What is your life like? What are you most passionate about? Do you share any of my interests? What role do they play in your life? Let me know in the comments! I look forward to hearing from you.

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“A drop of ink may make a million think.” — Lord Byron

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