by Gwagwagwe
Where do we leave off? Yes, the plans of the gods and their path for the bison. After long council fires, the remaining bison were unsettled in spirit and feeling. They reviewed their mosaic and reviewed their journey's lessons.
First, the bison now know anyone with a similar need for a transitional lifestyle (at least a single, white, 20-something, with around $2500 bucks) can hit the road by foot or car and live a year or more in the available cheap-to-free camping available in a number of states, including, Washington, California, Louisiana, Arizona, and New Mexico. Food banks and stamps are available almost anywhere, and that way you don’t have to spend that hard-earned dough on food. Our latest info on Canada is they’ll set you up on the dole for a year if you claim political asylum (cash not stamps), and anyone from the US could justifiably be in fear for their lives here as in 1940’s Germany. If you disagree with that last statement you haven’t been paying attention. So if you want to just get away, clear your mind of that civilized mindfuck, then just grab some friends and do it. I daydream of a day when our generation clogs every campsite in every state on Labor Day and Memorial Day weekends. Let those hippie sellouts stew in their own shitting cities for a long weekend. Enough.
Second, the bison were in search of the one-who-flows-through-all-things. This spiritual journey was ignited by authors like Mckenna, Abrams, Tom Brown Jr, and Quinn. It was the emergence into unsheltered life. A communion with plant-spirits and animal-people. It was a search into the skills and knowledge of our past, the human past. We have no sacred visionary knowledge, no deep wisdom from the ages, we met no alien races, we have no enlightenment to offer those who choose this path. All we have received is a quieter spirit and clearer mind. This part of the journey will never end, the search for our animist roots will continue until our breath rejoins the greater wind.
Third, the search for tribe and way of making a living. Being the toughest part of new tribalism, we have had little success in this realm. First it would help if what we loved to do (which is reading, wildlife watching, and just being) was applicable to a new tribal venture. So, until we discover that other thing we love to do we have little hope to form a tribe of other who love to do that as well. This leads to our current journey, a journey into clan history and wisdom. We feel in order to receive the support we crave as social animals, we must provide support for others. A Raven elder is nearing the last sunrise. She lives alone, which is an awful way to spend those last weakened years. She is a true product of her taker culture, and we do not wish to further confuse her with our ideological reasons for providing her with this much-needed support. This is our new lifestyle, 24-hour in-home health-care. Yes this is a strange change, but is within our mosaic. It is an example to the next bison generation of cradle-to-grave support, and we feel it is our biological imperative. It is an evolutionary expectation, so it FEELS right.
The gods have been kind to the bison, and we are blessed with high spirits and new hope for the coming moons. Wish us well, and always feel free to share your successes and failures in your search for tribe, self, and communion.
B-well.
Jay and Penny.
Formerly the bison band of the tribe of the crow. Still part of the new tribal revolution.