by Gwagwagwe
Well, what do you do when the depth and feeling perceived is to great for words, well maybe you discuss something else. So although we’ve had little access to the computer in the last month, I will not be writing these stories this time.
Bison band and the difference in 1000 feet.
Bison band becomes deer.
Bison band and the three Inos (chachang, get down, and booya).
Bison band and dreams of the South Kelsey trail.
Instead, since most of you have no idea what our new lifestyle is, I’m going to clue you in. We are the bison band, we escaped from the prison you called civilization, and I call hell. We did this by simply using our competitive abilities, and leaving control of the world in the hand of the gods.
We use food banks, dumpsters, food stamps, and road kill to feed us. We are supported (through financial means (gas and emergency money)) by a hard working Boeing employee, and a long-term community advocate, both from Oklahoma. We live in tents on National forest land, we cook, warm ourselves, and we live day-to-day within the forest, you could say we are the forest. We are looking for temperate climates for a summer and a winter “hunting” grounds. We purposely try to minimize our physical efforts, while maximizing emotional experiences with the community of life, including people we recruit at tribesman (or just give them a taste of changed minds).
We’ve been out for two months, and the tribe just gets bigger and better.
We’re not interested in any critics, we sat in a dingy apartment surrounded by misery, talking about a lifestyle change ever since reading Quinn’s work, and now we’re doing something, we’re being inventive. So again we offer an invitation to join our tribe, all you need in to respect each member, and increase the lifestyle to include yourself.
Maybe during my next hour of library Internet time, I’ll type the next installment of Bison band goes beyond civilization.
Until then, this is GWAGWAGWE, signing off from the six rivers national forest in northern California.
A list of plant spirits that I may send you for trade. You call the worth, we don’t except cash, just barter goods, preferably dumpster dived products or things you have not bought from within the juggernaut of a commercial civilization.
Mullein leaves
Crabapple bark
Red elderberry bark
Devil’s club bark
Red willow bark
Thimbleberry bark and lvs
Dwarf rose lvs.
Bunchberry dogwood plants
Madrone lvs. and bark
Salal leaves
Curly dock seeds and roots
Red alder lvs.
Deer fern lvs.
Trillium lvs
Salmonberry lvs and root bark
Red huckleberry lvs
Pearly everlasting lvs, stems, flower poultices, and incense sticks
Comfrey lvs
Fireweed lvs and root
Lily-of-the-valley lvs
Ox-eye daisy plants
Western hemlock cambium
Rabbit tobacco plants
Vanilla leaf lvs and roots
Manzanita lvs
Rattlesnake plantain lvs
Selfheal roots and rhizomes.
Let me know, and if you want to know why the hell you would want any of these dried plants, check out the leaver history of the west coast, ethnobotony, a great adventure.