Wolf Creek ... a permaculture paradise...

Hey fellow Earth Healers!

We're putting together a Permaculture and Sustainable Skillshare gathering, a container to
share permaculture knowledge and sustainable skills, do hands on projects, and create a
permaculture design for the Wolf Creek Radical Faerie Sanctuary.

The dates will be from July 27th - August 3rd, finishing up at Lammas and celebrating our harvest.
This gathering will follow the Free Activist Witchcamp 2008 at the Sanctuary, July 20th - 26th.

If you are looking for the opportunity to help create and coordinate this permaculture experience, please contact me. The initial structure looks like this, and may possibly align with a permaculture puppet show.

We're asking $70-$150, more if you can, less if you can't, no one turned away for lack of
funds. The $10 per person/per day meets food and utility costs for the Sanctuary.

July 27th - Sunday, Arrival Opening Ritual
July 28th Monday Air - Organization, Project Plans, Land Tour
July 29th Tuesday Fire - Alternative Energy, Fuel
July 30th Wednesday Water - Grey Water Design, Rainwater Catchment,Spring Water Design
July 31st Thursday Earth - Integrated Food & Animal Systems, Compost, Natural Building
August 1st Friday - Spirit - Community Project/Permaculture Design Plan
August 2nd Saturday Project Finish Up, Community Celebration/Closing Circle
August 3rd Sunday - Farewell

Sound interesting...Exciting?
We're start conferencing in June. The call will be out shortly, so if you have something to contribute please contact me.

There's a google groups for the coordinators. Just email me your email address and I can invite you to the organizing list.

Blessed be,
spiralomhartsong
heartshearth@hotmail.com

A new story

Earth sensed the humans disconnect. She felt her energy draining. It was being used up and consumed. Before, they would always give back and add to her. The pool of life essence was always constant. Her life essence enriched as the humans danced upon her.

It started to change. Some of them forgot. Visitors started coming, ones who had never been here before and didn't know the ways. We started to separate.

why are they so detached, she wondered. she had felt them separate, and as the chasm grew, they began to attack the very thing that gave them life, her. They took without returning. The devoured needlessly and endlessly. The pool of life essence that was her spirit began to wane. The visitors found the natives, and would not tolerate their lives in harmony with her. They dominated them and forced them to become like them. Now you are like us, they said. We are all the same.

She had sensed the visitors here, wearing the skins of her humans, from different stars, from different planes. They must have forgotten, she thought. They came, enjoyed, but didn't give back. There was no exchange. They thought everything was theirs and free. As a result, she began to grow weak.

she prayed for guidance. she called out to her allies. most of them, the pieces of her, were under attack as well. The humans were becoming dominators of the earth plane. She reached out to beyond herself.

Help! she cried! They are forgetting. They are losing their connection and forgetting how to live; they dominate, destroy, and seek to accelerate their deaths. She didn't understand what was happening, but felt concern. If they continued their acceleration towards death, they would surely destroy themselves, and possibly change her irrevocably. Her life pool was shrinking as she circled the sun.

She heard a whisper of reply, from within and from stars far different. We are the first wave, some said. We will follow behind, said others.

We will come, and we will build our places, in-between the worlds. We will remember our sacred natures, our connection to the pool, our connection to ourselves. We will pave the path to be something different, to hold the cauldron for the earth's warriors to enter. They will be of mixed lineages - thru the blood of the original inhabitants, and thru the spirit of the star nations.

We will come to this plane, and thru the gate forget what we know. Thru their program, become something alien. But there will be guideposts. There will be signs. There will be our place, the cauldron, where our magic enters the plane. It is here we will gather, and find our family. There are many coming. there are many here. We will aide the earth. We will share symbiosis with her again.

It is here we gather, and share stories. Those that came before with those who have come. We remember our magic and our mission. we remember our promise to her, our promise to aid. We remember a covenant of stewardship between us and all life, and with those who inherit her next. we rejuvenate the life pool for all.

We are singing and we are praying, we are calling a new earth
we open our bodies to listen, we dream the world awake
we hold to the starlight vision, our love is the vow we make

we are singing and we are praying, we are calling a new earth
we take a stand for survival, we take a stand for all
we trust in the hearts revival, our love is a healing call

heading south for the winter

staying true to the hybridized city/wild hoop, tonight i start my trip south.

first stop is portland, where planting roots is the plan, tomorrow on shreeve's land. Portland also stars as the Darkest Day/Solstice in this years play. For solstice, and early morning labryinth walk on Sauvie island (where i've never been) doth call.

Christmas eve sees me riding the ol' grey mare to grants pass, to rekindle connection with my birth family. Time at Wolf Creek draws near as well, with beadwork and wintercamp in place at the faerie circle.

The new year (or just after) sees me traveling to the Witches, who wish to teach me, what's been discovered about sustainability. For two weeks, i immerse, and see however it relates to the hoop and me.

Bakersfield, to wish love to my departing grandparents as they approach the veil. I haven't seen my extending bio family since before the faeries. I wonder how we'll recognize eachother.

Then thru the City, perhaps Oakland in truth, and another intensive for just a week, mid february.

Then what? Shall I spin thru the island of Vashon singing ghostly dancing songs? I know naught as now, but will soon i'm sure.
Planting on the land calls to me.

Here is the spell that is cast on the eve of dawns light bursting forth again. Guides present, I spiral forth.

Blessings to those I see and those I don't. Loves light shine upon thee from the heart of hart.

So mote it be.... WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

A show by the seaside, the 5th of December

tonight's tori show served as a communicae between the realms of faerie and the hoop.

It was my 37th show

It started with an idea. Let's share the vision of the hoop with Tori. She spent a tour meeting with indiginous people, and even wrote an album that told the story of their displacement. Maybe she'll lend an ear. Some of her music is sounding desperate, like there's no hope. I want to share a vision of the future that leaves something for the future. I hope that this work helps her story to include that vision.

So we created a portfolio, which included pics of grandma in her buckskins, gma in front of her wagon train, and grandma and i planting seeds. Also was a letter from me, telling her of the hoop walk, the work we're doing, and contact information. I gave her my medicine bag, the one with the turtle swimming between the sun and the Moon, Within were breadroots (from s. washington), blackberries (from Wolf Creek), Pine Nuts (from Central Nevada), and seeds from the various hoops. Therein the box was also a Juniper/Sage stick from Pinion Camp. The pics & packaging courtesy of Adrain.

Arrived at the Meet & Green near 11am. Waiting in my clown drag with Buckskins, and a little whiteface of course. 5 hours later it was time.

Tori came out. I stood nervously holding the package. She came near. Is this your only show? she asked. Yes, i said, hugging her. Tori, I told her. We are rewilding the sacred hoop for the future generations. I opened the box, shared with her the medicine bag and its contents. She told me that afternoon she went with several indiginous women and they did a sacred smudgeing ceremony. She asked if I wanted anything signed. Sure, i replied. Will you sign my parasol, it matches your hair. She asked who to sign it too. I said "spiral, and then a heart." She had me draw my symbol on her hand, and then copied onto the parasol. She promised to read the story in the folder. Later that night, her security guard came up to me and gave me two front row tickets, and said the other one was for Carmen, my long time tour traveling friend.

The songs were seattle rockstar material, except for two. Subtly, she shared her indiginous connection, even in the heart of seattle, with "Virginia" and "Rattlesnakes".

She also played heart of gold, seaside, smells like teen spirit, and I'm a Believer

It was truly amazing and powerful. Thank you tori.

Two days later I'm still coming back.

Story of fae origin & birthright

Earth sensed the humans disconnect. She felt her energy draining. It was being used up, and consumed. Before, they would always give back and add to her. The pool of life essence was always constant. Her life essence enriched as the humans danced upon her.

Then it started to change. Some of them forgot. Visitors started coming, ones who had never been here before, and didn't know the ways. They started to separate.

why are they so detached, she wondered. she had felt them separate, and as the chasm grew, they began to attack the very thing that gave them life, her. They took without returning. The pool of life essence that was her spirit started to wane. The visitors found the natives, and couldn't stand how they lived in beauty with her. They dominated them and forced them to become like them. They destroyed their reflection. Now you are like us, they said. We are all the same.

She had known about the visitors here, wearing the skins of the earthlings, from different stars, from different planes. It was them that forgot, she thought. They came, enjoyed, but didn't give back. There was no exchange. They thought everything was free. As a result, the life essence that was her began to wane.

she prayed for guidance. she called out to her allies. most of them, the pieces of her, were under attack as well. The humans were becoming dominators of the earth plane. She reached out to beyond herself.

Help! she cried! They are forgetting. They are losing their connection and forgetting how to live; instead they dominate, destroy, and seek to accelerate their deaths. She didn't understand what was happening, but felt that it wasn't good. If they continued their acceleration towards death, they would surely destroy themself, and possibly change her irrevocably. The pool of life was getting smaller and smaller as she circled the sun.

She heard a whisper of reply, from within and from stars far different. We are the first wave, some said. We will follow behind, said others.

We will come, and we will build a home, placed between the worlds. We will remember our sacred natures, our connection to the pool, our connection to ourselves. We will pave the path to be something different, to hold the cauldron for the earth warriors to enter. They will be of both lineages. Thru the blood of the original inhabitants, and thru the spirit of the star nations.

We will come to this plane, and thru the gate forget what we know. Thru their program, become something alien. But there will be guideposts. There will be signs. There will be the home, the cauldron, where healing magic enters the plane. It is here you will gather, and find your family. There are many of us coming. there are many of us here. We are here to heal the earth. We are here to shift the paradigm of dominion to the paradigm of symbiosis. It is here we will gather, and we will remember our promise to her, our promise to aid.

We will share stories. Those that came before with those who have come. We will remember our mission, and remember our magick.

we will rejuvenate the life pool, add to it. create more. we will save what we have, and remember our covenant to those who came before, and those who will come after.

Ecstatic Dance and What's in an Name

Tonight I went to an Ecstatic Dance ritual. It was amazing. I feel well fed from it. The next one is on Sunday and I'm excited. Church!!!

Usually it feels like i'm the only one dancing all crazy like; there everyone was.

I'm reclaiming Spiral as part of my name. JP is present, and there's enough room.

Thanks for your understanding as I discover myself.

spiralhartsong, jp

Pray for me please

Community of Spirit,

I spent last year on the great basin hoop, learning the indigenous way of walking in balance, planting wild foods and medicines wherever I walked. I'm presently exploring permaculture, finding ways to lesson our footprint on the earth. I believe a marriage between reducing our impact and planting back is a key is returning balance to the planet.

I'm asking for prayers of abundance and sponsorship to assist me in attending two residential permaculture intensives happening at the beginning of the year. The first is a two week course, the second is a one week advanced training. In addition to Work Trade, I'm raising $1,000 to pay tuition and fund my walk. Detailed information on these courses can be found at www.earthactivisttraining.html

I intend to share these skills on my path, and with the communities I'm part of. We are visioning a Permaculture and Sustainable Skill share gathering happening at Wolf Creek next year, to share this information and create a permaculture plan for the Sanctuary. I also hope to blend this technology with that of the hoop, creating a synthesis that gives hope and vision to the future and those that are following after us.

I pray for courage and strength to empower and continue my own walk to reduce my consumption and move in a direction that is both sustainable and gives back to the earth.

I pray my transformation & healing continues, that I have love and touch, all that I need is provided for, and these visions of hope become reality as we move into this time of transformation and change.

I'm grateful for all the support I have. Blessed be!
Spiralhartsong, JP
heartshearth@hotmail.com

from Samhain to Seattle

Samhain was amazing! The cross-pollination between the various magic systems is obvious and strengthening our collective magicks.
People are coming to the Sanctuary to work things out... and to heal. It's beautiful to see.

And...

Clown's night out was a huge success, bringing the clown medicine into the heart of gay culture in urban Seattle. There was much laughter, rubber chickens, red noses, and buttons pushed. Pictures to follow shortly.

Portland is loverly this time of year

So,
It's time to combine lineages.
from the stars is hartsong
from the earth is jerome patrick, jp
maybe those are even mixed up a bit.

jp hartsong, jp hartsong, jp hartsong
jp is for jerome patrick.

whole earth, whole self,
jp hartsong

thru portland...

on my way to Samhain. should be getting there soon.

jerome patrick. jerome patrick. jerome patrick.

i like the sound of that.