A brief history of banishing faeries off the Sanct - 2006/08/27 07:14 From Wolf Creek Confidential
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Chapter two: A brief history of banishing faeries off the Sanctuary.
“There be trouble in Union city!”
From “The Music Man.”
From “Gingers briefs” in vol.2, issue 1 of the Faerie Home Companion: “…Creekland Sanctuary seems to be going through some labor pains in this birthing process. There are accounts of various Radical Faeries being tossed off the land…”
“That’s a capital “T”, and a capital “R”, and that spells trouble!”
From a Faerie Home Companion article about the Nomenus Great Circle held in Seattle in 1988:” The great undealt with issue of what authority does Wolf Creek resident Assunta really have in deciding to throw faerie brothers off sanctuary land kept getting put off. Part of the deal when the sanctuary was purchased was that Assunta, because of her years of association with the land, would always have a place on it.”
Assunta, whom Nomenus sort of inherited with the land when the purchase was made, was the first to cast faeries from off the land after the summer 1986 gathering. After the summer gathering was over a collection of the party faerie contingent stayed on the land and shacked up in the cabin called “Theresa” where they continued the Gathering spirit.
During the heat of the afternoon this faerie party moved down the creek to the swimming holes known as the “tea-cups” where they met up with several local boys. The locals were wearing rainbow beads so the faeries there assumed them to be cool, and drugs were discussed, and later these same boys showed up to the land uninvited and looking to score some acid. Assunta intercepted them, escorted them from off the land, then Assunta flew into Theresa in a rage and chased the remaining faeries off of the Sanctuary. Gidget/Ted was one of those hapless faeries. During the prior year’s summer gathering Gidget had gotten bitten by a brown recluse spider in the drag tent, and Assunta was the one with the knowledge to get Gidget to the hospital for the needed anti-venom. Feelings were hurt and sides were taken about the newly banished faeries who formed “The wayward order of the Sisters of Theresa “ as a support network that spun legends and rankled the newly formed Nomenus corporate authority. Ardhan/Len was established as the first “caretaker” to facilitate faeries visiting the Sanctuary while Assunta and the San Francisco Nomenus clique fought bitterly about Assunta’s right to live at the Sanctuary as his “home”. Threats were made, opinions solidified into stone, and after many heated exchanges Assunta moved off the property. Several years after Assunta moved off the Sanctuary he attended a circle in the Barn where the then Corporate Secretary of Nomenus, Joey Cain, flew into a shouting rage and cast Assunta off the Land. Joey held a tumorous grudge against Assunta from some alledged threats made during Nomenus’s negotiations with him about living on the Land. Assunta was the first faerie to be banished out of the Nomenus circle, Assuta who had just a few years earlier cast out “the wayward order of
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the sisters of Theresa” out of Theresa. Oskarr moved into Theresa from San Francisco, bringing his healing skills and open heart, and slowly a community on the land began to grow.
From Ardhan/ Len’s “Wolf Creek report” published in the Faerie Home Companion of March, 1988: “Faeries have their own land to do what they want. It is here in Wolf Creek awaiting them in love. The land needs more hands. Hands to plant trees and seeds. Hands to remove debris so mother can reclaim. Hands to build a swimming hole in safety on the property. Hands to unite in a purpose of unity for our future and trust. Circles of words are so useless when lovers part and hearts break and feelings, like memories, bring about awkwardness and discomfort. Building anew all the time and the action is NOW. Hands on for whatever energy you have which goes into a collective work. That is not forgotten. Letting the mother be is nice, but our loving hands and minds also can work with the mother to give us; a protective sanctuary of trust and comraderie for the rest of our lives.”
From the first, who was welcome and who was not grew as a feculent blight hidden in our lovely faerie garden that Harry Hay dreamed of for our beloved Creekland. A malevolent schoolyard bully mentality of prejudice and preconception crept into faerie circles, smoking circles, hen parties; gossip guised as incontrovertible evidence against faerie brothers who were either not popular or were acting out in strange ways. Part of Creekland’s mythos is that being there can unexpectedly pull out strong emotions. Some faeries showed up on our Sanctuary doorstep wounded, or needy, or on a bad drug trip. I had always believed that we had the healers necessary within the diversity, comity, and strength of our circle to deal with our problems without calling in the police to take away our brothers in handcuffs. A lot of faeries just wanted a place that they could show up, have sex and party without being bothered by anybody exhibiting a spiritual crises. The torch and pitchfork brigade were waiting in the shadows ready to run any monster out of paradise.
A friend of mine came under attack, here’s my letter about this published in the November/December 1985 edition of the RadDish
November 19,1995
“ I have never been threatened by Todd Bales. Quite the contrary, I’ve been inspired.
I’ve sat upon the upstairs porch of Garden House visiting with friends or contemplating the beauty and magic of our Sanctuary.
Todd built much of that porch.
Other times I’ve looked through books to read from the bookcases he built for Garden House. On Samhain a group of revelers fired up the rocks for the sweat lodge that Todd built back below the Barn.
Maxxine’s altar that Todd made inspired me to build something similar when I returned from this summer’s gathering.
Todd can build and play intricate musical instruments with his hands. I go to gatherings partly to meet creative people like him. I don’t know why Todd got so upset. When I spoke with him I felt he was processing a lot of pain and loss as we have all experienced at our Sanctuary. There the blood, come, piss, and ash lie of so many dear brothers and lovers ripped away from us by this damned holocaust. Our only connection left with these brothers are the memories that ride the winds through our Sanctuary. What would it
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feel like to get banned from this place? To be told “if you’re not happy, just leave!”
Why was Todd so upset? Could it be…judgement?
From the RadDish Vol. 4, #9, page #3: “emotionally disturbed and violent faerie.”
And page #4: “The faeries long term problem about being dysfunctional about refusing to set limits for people who abuse us… The few people who can’t deal with the vast majority who want to set limits on “fucked-up” behavior just hold the rest of us hostage.”
Are we talking about our faerie brothers, or Newt’s Republican Congress? From page #7: “When a faerie who was having severe emotional problems violently attacked the gathering for the remainder of the night…so faerie brothers, if you are violently insane please refrain from coming to our gatherings, or at least take your medication.”
RadDish Vol. 4, #10, page #3: “If someone becomes insane or violent… who is responsible for having a plan to deal with and dealing with the situation.” From page #4: TODD BALES has his own headline and section now and is accused of “spraying people in the smoking lounge with a garden hose and making death threats.” I was there when Todd threatened our lives with a garden hose. There was a severe fire danger for the land’s dryness, and Todd was damping down the area for safety. I think if Todd intentionally wanted to spray anyone, we’d still be picking their drag out of the creek.
The rest of the section is about banning him and setting limits, three day passes, and if Todd could be “trusted” back on the land. From #12 of the 11-95 Great Circle Agend-a-matic: The terms used to describe Todd are “two day long manic psychotic episode, violent and abusive to nearly everyone there.” I had a good experience visiting with Todd,and did not see him attack anyone. And also from # 12: “The reality is that the vast majority of faeries who cannot and should not have to deal with violent, psychotic, abusive behavior and are held hostage at gatherings by the small number of faeries exhibiting incredibly fucked up out of control behavior and those who support their presence at gatherings.”
Well, I’m one of “those who support their presence at gatherings.” I have always been able to talk with Todd, he is a friend. Please, dear brothers, don’t use psychobabble terminology to label him for being his friend. Please don’t ban me, set limits on me, or issue me a day pass to visit our Sanctuary.
Also, does the “violent, psychotic, abusive behavior tag apply to a certain Corporate Secretary who earlier this year screamed, swore, and threatened one of his nemesis out of a circle at the Sanctuary?
When I first became involved with the faeries, a big turn on for me was Harry Hay’s concept of “subject-subject” relating to our brothers, instead of the “subject- object” objectification imposed upon us too often by general society. Labeling hurts. Maybe Todd was scared to talk and open up to people who so casually would label and dismiss him.
Can we as individuals who have valid concerns please talk to people who concern us instead of talking about them? Could we not cast judgments and pop psychology labels against our brothers? And never use again any group process to malign or ban any of our brothers in need during this cold season of death.”
Brrrrrrrrrrrr! The stark prophesy of that letter sends chills to my spine! Already the
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Torch and Pitchfork brigade began to draw up their lists of who is naughty or nice: a
purge of faerie undesirables to forge a new faerie master race to party in paradise. The unpopular children are not invited.
Todd was eventually chased of the Sanctuary. The community on the land began tweaking the Nomenus by-laws to grant them more and more authority of when to execute the ultimate faerie judgment of banishing bad brothers out of the faerie community. The community on the land also gave themselves the power to decide who can live at the Sanctuary, a decision that originally had been decided by the membership at Great Circle. Now one individual with an agenda that they don’t have to disclose can block anyone from entering our Sanctuary. One person can now decide through the Nomenus process who must leave our Sanctuary under threat of arrest by the outside law enforcement machine. Deciding Sanctuary residency at Great Circle was said to be cumbersome , uncertain, and open to problems. This was when the community on the land began to grow autonomously apart from the original Nomenus vision of a sacred faggot space. Nomenus became all about community. THEIR community.
Oskarr who had been such a skilled and loving peacemaker on the Sanctuary passed. Gary Reagan/ Aunt Dottie moved into Theresa and continued manifesting many of Oskarr’s gentle ways. The “pixie chronicles” said this about Gary “One of the best lies of all time was when the President Emeritus (now in exile), with a nail through his nose and hair full of sardine oil, greeted the law while a big old scrotum burning ritual was taking place at the fire pit. Dozens of male virgins with hymens intact, intoxicated elders, disembodied spirits, and the like were nakedly displaying their genitalia and drumming hedonistically. Contraband was strewn about and openly displayed. Really incriminating contraband, not just misdemeanor stuff.
The President Emeritus stopped the law in their tracks as they drove up lights flashing. As they approached the garden, the President stares them down with a gentle smile and shook their hands. A few nods later they drove off. The president later confided that he lied through his teeth to move them along so quickly… Without the President Emeritus lying boldly and courageously, the Land would have been lost to developers and many of us would still be in jail. Thank you for lying Mr. President!” This is my remembrance of Gary that was published in Vol.13, #5 of the RadDish: “I still keep Aunt Dottie’s business card in my address book, it reads: Gary J. Reagan (Retired) No Phone No Address No Service No Complaints No Business No Worries No Money No Prospects
I remember Gary in the spring methodically pulling the young burr plants by hand from under the Maple tree so faeries at later summer gatherings would not get their drag snagged. He also removed the poison oak from areas like the smoking lounges so no unwary city faeries would get a bad rash from their gathering experience. He practiced many such considerations to better the magic of faerie space, Quietly seeking no credit. When Gary lived in Theresa he maintained a open door policy where anyone anytime could go and chill if the gatherings overwhelmed them. If somebody was going through a bad trip Aunt Dottie was there for them. Hr always kept a stash of cold sodas in the fridge of Theresa for visitors. It was like visiting a favorite eccentric aunt , he generated what is best about family and community. When he would crawl up into his loft to sleep often there would still be a party of friends underway in Theresa. Aunt Dottie never asked
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anyone to leave.
I can still see myself sitting on the steps of Theresa with Gary, my arm around his shoulder, watching the first bats of the evening flip and swoop after insects attracted to the light from the porch. Hearing the laughter of faeries drifting up across the meadow from the barn. Hearing the droning song of crickets living in his garden. The smell of sage on warm summer breezes turning autumnal. Aunt Dottie………….”
Once in a circle on the land a stupefying faerie stood and stated that he did not want to be in circle with anyone who is H.I.V. positive, to make some stupefying point. At the time my lover Ted was back home slowly dying, and I fled the circle in tears. Aunt Dottie came and found me crying on the upstairs porch of Garden house, and he held and rocked me. Gary knew and cared. Gary touched people that way. Another fond memory of Gary: when he came, his body was so hypersensitive and he would vibrate so much I was afraid he would fall off the bed if not outright fly through the ceiling when he orgasmed.
Certain interests began to push to get Gary to leave the Sanctuary. Voices were raised about his health. To date he was the only caretaker to be charged rent for living in Theresa. Voices said that no faerie should ever expect to live long term at the Sanctuary. Finally one day Gary packed up his truck and drove of Creekland, never to return or be involved with the faeries again.
The whorls and swirls of red dust kicked up by Gary’s truck as he drove across the bridge for the last time birthed the big bang of the pixie campaigns. The flutter of a butterfly’s wings that culminates in hurricanes.

A brief history of banishing faeries off the Sa - 2006/08/27 07:40 Gary, aka Aunt Dottie, passed a few years back, having never returned to the Wolf Creek Radical Faerie Sanctuary.
I included this because back then one of the key movers against him was now senior Caretaker Rabbit. One of the arguments used against Gary was no one should expect to live long term on the Sanctuary. Living on disability, Rabbit and others moved to have Gary pay rent.
Today Rabbit has lived on the Sanctuary going on nine years, Nomenus pays for his room and board living in a lovely cabin on Sanctuary. Rabbit also collects a stipend from money donated to Nomenus and the Sanctuary, while working full time for the ---- ----- ---. Rabbit also sells herbs and extracts, often harvested from the land itself.
Surely Rabbit can afford to pay rent.