Here we are at Wintercamp. It's been a beautiful year, connecting with the mother in a way that I have never have thru a series of camps that have allowed me to touch the Shoshone Hoop.
The first camp was Root camp. I left the Wolf Creek Faerie Sanctuary to experience a new way of being; to understand how the medicine wheel will bring balance to this world; by returning to walking in beauty and giving life back to the mother.

How do you give life? What sort of reach-a-round (giving back) do you participate in? Do you walk in symbiosis with the earth mother?

Root camp lasted thru the spring into the summer, ending with a Root Festival on the Summer Solstice. I stepped into my Tranny-grannie’s ghost car early April, and we headed east. Exiting the western valleys, we climbed past crater lake into the high desert of eastern Oregon. I started meeting the sisters there. At first, they were small shoots coming out of the ground. I could barely identify them, and relied on Grandma (ms. Trannie herself) to guide me in finding and understanding these plants. As the month passed, I found myself able to recognize these plants myself. As my relationship with these roots strengthened, so did my connection with the earth.

These roots are super food. They are Perennial, and a grandmother plant can often grow a foot and a half long over ten to twenty years. Imagine the nutrition packed into this creature. During the Root Festival, my brother and I shared a Contemporary Vision Quest in the Craters of the Moon Lava beds. For five days we walked in the lavas, eating a goat that we slaughtered and roots directly from the mother. This Vision Quest gave me a vision of what it’s like to walk in harmony with the mother. Each time we dug one of our sisters, we spread its seed into the hole we had created. In this way, our very action of digging the roots helped increase their life and ensure we will have food in the future. This action ensures that the generations that follow us will be able to feed themselves and walk in a good way upon this earth.

As the seasons shifted into Summer, so did our place on the Hoop. We found ourselves near Council, Idaho (the old indian potlatch grounds), north of Boise. For weeks, we walked in the mountains collecting Serviceberries, Blackberries, Black Cap Raspberries, Thimbleberries, and of course, Huckleberries. It was life enriching to pick the fruit of these vines, cultivated by the earth herself. Mmmm… sweet berries.

Pinon camp was the Autumn action, located in central Nevada. I had just attended the Montana Naraya (right below Bear Medicine Mountain), and was touched to step from dancing around the tree of life (the potted tree in the dance hall) to dancing around the tree of life (collecting pinon nuts from the Pinon pines; each seed a tree if you peel the meat away).

Wintercamp is now upon us. I’ve spent this last week tanning hides, sharing stories, and making food. There is powerful juju in all of these rituals. As I tan the hides, I feel my relationship with creation being transformed as well. As I share these stories, I see an alternative to the collective truth/deception that society is manifesting. As I make these foods, I see the culmination of 3 seasons of gathering; the roots, the berries, the nuts, and meat (that my brother Forrest hunted) – they’re all combined, crushed with Mono & Metade, mixed with water, pinched into cakes, available as fuel for my intentions and actions, coming from the mother herself.

My awareness and consciousness is shifting. I know these foods are part of it. The mother is an interactive field; you can manifest intentions by aligning your actions. Spirit Moves, and it feels psychedelic although you’re sober, because you can see the patterns, and actively interact with them. The pendulum is swinging this way, and with it comes an re-integration of humanity with the mother. Truth is coming to the light, and the shadow is exposed. Heart-eater becoming Human, as Coyote tricks them once again.

We walk in beauty again. Let’s Pray for eachother.
Luna Spiral Heart