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Please Support Mama Lion Midwifery IndieGoGo Campaign

Aloha SuperForest!

Since finding out that we are pregnant, my research and experience has lead me to appreciate the incredible service that midwives offer in supporting women and encouraging our true power and intuition on this transformative journey in growing, birthing, and parenting a new human being.

Jackson’s beautiful sister, Nile Nash, has launched an IndieGoGo fund raising campaign for her latest and greatest endeavor: A Midwifery Clinic in San Francisco. Complete with annual exams, full midwifery care, and, while she’s down there, a waxing! With 14 days left in her campaign, this Mama Lion will surely appreciate all support given. Be sure to check out the rewards she’s offering, like fancy hand knitted hats and even a well woman exam.

Help this amazing woman help other amazing women!

Love you Nile, and all the midwives of the world.

Love + Aloha,

Melissa

You just got a couple acres of land. What’s first?

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Number one: Figure out what you want. Do this by asking yourself A LOT of questions and listening to the answers that are returned to you. Beginning with, “What do I want?” I’ve found that simply being on the land helps me to quiet my mind. Sometimes by just sitting, other times by weeding the garden or walking silently, listening to what’s happening in my head. Then, when I receive an answer, for example, “I want to build a chicken coop,” I think about what I want that coop to look like. What are my reasons for wanting chickens? To feed my family? To feed the community? To sell? How many chickens do I have energy, money and food to raise? How much space do I have to dedicate to chickens? What materials are available to build a coop? Would I rather have a chicken tractor so I can utilize my birds for garden preparation and fertilization? Any question that I can think of, that seems important for my initial coop design, I have to remember to ask it, and listen to what comes in response.

Then, using free or cheap, found, recycled, donated, used, materials, I build Prototype A Chicken Coop. No need for expert skills, I cobble together a rudimentary first coop, get some chickens, put them in it, and see what happens. Does the cat get in and eat two of my ladies? Is it so good I don’t need to make any adjustments at all? Would I rather it have wheels for easier relocation? I observe and make adjustments. There are no mistakes, just experimenting, creating, having fun, learning and forward movement. I use prototyping for nearly all of my projects. It allows me to obverse and make decisions based on real events rather than trying to predict what will happen in the future. Here is a fantastic article SuperForester Jackson just found on Prototyping.

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Next, Land needs people. Either paid help or work/trade/live-in help. Development can rarely be done alone AND happy and quickly and cheaply. So observe the land while asking for, meeting with and inviting your specifically chosen team to come join you to live on the land. Let the grass (if there is any) grow long and tall. Observe the paths that the people create in the un-mowed grass. Plant where the people Don’t walk. Allow them to create your map for you. Trust them. You’ve chosen these people for specific reasons like, you like them, they are skilled and valuable to you and your project. Treat them as such.

I’ve now co-created land projects twice, once on two acres, currently on nine, and (fingers crossed) moving on to five. With each project, the team of people was the most integral first step after: Do Nothing. Wait. Observe. Document (photo, video, write.) If you feel you can do this alone AND cheap, you’re likely mistaken. If you’re still interested in the monetary/employment, drive to work to buy this car, buy this car to drive to work system and you’ve got a lot of money and are willing to spend it, hire some awesome peeps to help you. I’ve used the live-in, work/trade, low or no rent method for both projects and have found it to be most fulfilling for the land, the people and our  collective sanity.

Figure out where you’re going to set up each camp. When you allow each team member/family their own camping spot with room to ripple out towards each other and the common areas, you will be able to observe that wherever you place a human, the land around them will get cleared and cleaned and loved from the inside out, effortlessly. Again, trust your people. Don’t micromanage. With a common goal, that one you figured out you wanted in step one, the vision will come to fruition if you communicate with and trust your people.

Water: Wells can be ideal, but take time and money. So set up some rain catchment. You can use a simple tarp/55 gallon plastic barrel system that you can run through either a natural, plant, sand, charcoal filter or a Berkey or Britta system. Also, Is there a nearby fresh spring or a stream running on the land that you can utilize?

Poop: We call our method The Tree Machine. Dig a hole about 3-4 feet deep and 2-3 feet wide. Build a simple wooden box with a toilet hole and hinged cover, and place it over hole in ground. Squat on box and poop in hole. Place dirt or, preferably dry wood chips over each poo until hole is nearly full. Remove box, fill in remaining part of hole, let sit for two weeks. Plant fruit tree over it. Repeat.

Those are the basics I’ve used for the initial phase of land projects.

Aloha!

CoconutLand: Episode 1

Ho’ike TV, the Kauai Public Access channel is an incredible resource that Jackson and I have been using to film and edit our new show. For only $40, they taught us to use their cameras, editing equipment, and then broadcast our show and host it for us.

Here’s a little snippet of our lives here at CoconutLand. Stay tuned for more episodes!

We’re as yet unable to embed the video, so follow this process to watch:

Go to hoike.org, search coconut land. Watch show. Let us know what you think!

Melissa’s Journal: Lessons in Choosing Love

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Aloha SuperForest!

I recently found myself believing that I had to make a Decision that had potential to create discomfort for myself and two other women staying on the land. I was told by a third party that these women had acquired… dun dun dun! LICE! This information was presented to me in a package that at first glance, appeared judgmental, but upon closer investigation, discovered the judgment was the cloak worn by the underlying fear. (This of course perceived by me through my own lenses of life’s conditioning.) During the communication of this new piece of the Life Pie, I began thinking, nearly believing the same negative things being communicated to me. Not just through the meanings of the words chosen, but through the tone in which the words were spoken, body language, and the general vibe of the communication. I mostly listened and asked questions, but I walked away feeling like I’d been the witness and a minimal participant in an old fashioned middle school slam session. I didn’t like the way it felt.
Sometimes I don’t always recognize that I’ve been administered a fear injection til later in the day or week when I find myself up in my head, making up stories and getting down on myself and life. I realize that I’ve participated in someone else’s version of reality and have taken a hit off the old fear pipe that they themselves were smoking in the moment we interacted. (Contact fear!) And it isn’t until my awareness of this comes into focus that I’m able to unwind the swirling thoughts in my head, look at what just happened, remind and re-center.
Jackson and I have been reading to each other A Course in Miracles: A Foundation for Inner Peace. This book – a text, student’s workbook, and teacher’s manual - contains key lessons for me (and you, if you’re interested) in thought-reversal, so we may remember to always choose love.
Although Christian in statement, the Course deals with universal spiritual themes. It is said that a psychologist at Columbia University in the 1960s unintentionally channelled Jesus Christ, and this book is the result. Initially, I was skeptical. I’ve got my own programming surrounding religion, but this was an opportunity to take a look at that particular piece of software. And besides, what can it hurt? Jesus didn’t lead the crusades or touch all the little boys. That was the people who claimed to represent him. So let’s see what the old JC has to say to some psychologist in the 60s.
It makes a fundamental distinction between the real and the unreal; between knowledge and perception. Knowledge is truth, under one law, the law of love or God. … It merely is.
The world of perception, on the other hand, is the world of time, of change, of beginnings and endings. It’s based on interpretation, not on facts. It is the world of birth and death, founded on the belief in scarcity, loss, separation and death. It is learned rather than given, selective in its perceptual emphases, unstable in its functioning, and inaccurate in its interpretations.”
I have been incredibly surprised by how much sense this book has been making. Coupled with my education in psychology, I now see the difference between knowledge and perception. By applying these teachings, I was able to regain my center following the lice fear bomb. I was able to see that what had been communicated was this person’s interpretation of a situation in my reality. The neutral facts were: two women living on our land discovered they had lice, and lice needs dealing with. The negative spin on that information was the communicator’s fear speaking. Another’s perception. After being sprayed with fear, my interpretation heard, “Lice is gross and bad. You don’t want to get lice. Protect yourself. Tell them to leave the land. Separate. Be afraid.”
Referencing some of the Course teachings, I asked The Universe, Holy Spirit, God, Love, Mama Kauai, whatever you want to call it, for Inner Peace. I sat with myself, focused on my breath, and asked for peace. That’s all I did. Within seconds I knew how I needed to respond.
You see, last year, I had lice. My head was itching for a couple of days and I asked Jackson to check it out. My scalp was red, a little dandruffy, and had sand all up ins! But he didn’t see anything alive. A good washing and a coco oiling was our prescription for my itch. Still itchy. One night in bed, I was going crazy with the itch and asked him to check again in a specific spot. He immediately found a lovely little pair of critters. We Googled it on my phone. The image that popped up was as if we’d taken the photo ourselves, they matched so closely. One little lady and her sweet sweet lover. Oh man, I thought, What. A. Bummer. Accepting my lice diagnosis was certainly humbling. I had to tell all my friends they couldn’t hug me and why; there were bugs living on my head, and you could get them. I have no idea how I got lice. No one that I knew had it. But I live in the tropics. And apparently, lice happens here. There’s even a Hawaiian word for them: ukus. They’d somehow found their way to my lil ole noggin, loved the taste of my sweet scalp juice, set out to survive. And I had to deal.
I should say, We had to deal. Jackson had them too. Remember Jackson’s head shave back in Movember??? That was his solution. I admittedly am a bit more attached to my hair. So after the initial Cetaphil comb through, daily vinegar rinse, and coco oilings, Jackson sat with me every day and picked the nits (eggs) out of my hair. He found that the easiest way to do it was to hand pick each one, and rather than very carefully placing each precarious little egg into a bowl of vinegar as to not lose sight of it, he just ate them. What! You’re thinking, Gross!, right? It was the surest way to keeping them contained. Pick tiny dust-sized egg from hair follicle, travel shortest possible distance, place in mouth. Simple, easy and a bit of extra protein! What glorious little monkeys we are! This process continued daily for the first ten days, then every other, and then every couple of days for an entire month.
Jackson and the lovely family we belonged to at Zero One Jesse’s House continued to treat me with love and aloha the entire time I had lice. No one judged or harshed on me. No one told me to leave. We just dealt with it. We told the people who needed telling, didn’t get too close to anyone, washed the sheets and towels regularly, and picked and picked. I needed Jackson through this process, and he never once complained. It was so lovely to have him sit with me and give me his undivided attention for that period of time each day. He loved me through it.
Once I was able to find peace from the fear perception, I knew that my only option was to choose love in this new situation. I spent an hour this morning looking for and eating the nits out of my new friend’s hair. I say new friend because this was the first time we have actually taken the time to hang. She just arrived on the land, is only staying for a short time, and she needed some help. Her having lice and the lice definitely having to be dealt with led to a new connection with a new person, a morning shared drinking tea and talking story and getting to pamper a friend in need. We were able to share our lice experiences (and treatments!) and some love and compassion.
Lice is not a big deal at all. If anything, Lice is actually kinda nice! I’m choosing the interpretation that the Universe  was telling me to slow down and take some time to pamper myself and allow myself to be pampered. And being on the other side of it allowed me to slow down and pass along the pampering that was so selflessly given to me.
I feel like I passed at test. I chose love in the face of fear, and that choice feels so good.

I’m Yours

A shout out to Mr. Mraz from the kids of Hanalei, Kauai Open Mic Night at Hanalei  Pizza!

Cookie Gives Jackson a Ride

Our friend, neighbor, mango expert and animal husband, Uncle Yossi invited us over to see his donkeys last week. Angela Faith and Tristan cruised along with us while Jackson decided it would be a good idea to jump on Cookie, the pregnant mama…

Chix & Buns

We’ve been volunteering to make poi at The Waipa Foundation in Hanalei for the past nine months. Each time we go, we end up wandering around the land to check on the various chickens, pigs, sheep, rabbits. When we began, there were about six rabbits. A few months later, Jackson noticed that there were only four. Then there was only one. One sad, lonely, scared bunny wabbit all alone in a cage with no food or water. “Heavens!” he thought.

On our way out that day, he passed by Stacy, the Queen Bee over at Waipa, and said, “I’m highjacking that rabbit.” To which she responded, “Great!”

And then we had a rabbit! SuperForest, meet Cheeks! Cheeks, meet SuperForest!

Happy Birthday NileCat!

Jackson’s most beautiful and lovely sister celebrated her birthday back on July 29th. We all celebrated with a lovely dinner of friends and family and the most deliciously decadent perfect yummy cake. Here is how the fluffy cakey leftovers were handled.


Love + Aloha!

The Chickens: Ginger, Eagle, Buff, Buff, Buff, Archie, Archie, and Michael

P.S. Apologies for the delay. Our delicate chicken claws make it rather difficulte to type. And Melissa kept complaining about getting poo on her computer. So we had to sneak her computer from her when she wasn’t looking.

Agustin Launches Kickstarter Campaign

Gooood Morning SuperForest!

Our dear sweet brother, the famous Agustin launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds to finish his long in the making album, White Ark. We’ll let him explain!

Melissa’s Journal: Contradictions in Another Way

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Aloha SuperForest!

My recent post Another Way inspired a back and forth between an anonymous SuperForester and me, which has inspired me to share the continued conversation via this post…

SF Reader: Do you get to live for free on a farm in exchange for work? Or do you and Jackson pay rent? It sounds almost feudal. Do you think that is a better model?

Me: Aloha! Thank you for your questions.

We have been doing both of these things. At Zero One at Jesse’s House, we were doing purely a work/trade. There wasn’t an exchange of money nor were there set hours. It was a very freeflowing work environment. We each understood what needed doing to reach our long term vision, and each person following his or her bliss, doing what felt good for them in each moment, created a very well-oiled machine. Things were accomplished and there was always forward movement happening.

Now, we are at Zero One Love Gardens, where we are paying rent using money that was gifted by Jackson’s parents while we figure out a way to raise enough money to buy the land.

I can see how it would seem feudal, and in some ways it is. Work the land in exchange for a place to stay. However, in feudalism, the vassal’s principal obligation to the lord was to “aid”, or military service in exchange for the land itself. In our system, we are simply talking about an equal opportunity work agreement in which someone needs a place to sleep and put a few things and in exchange works the land for part of their time. 12-20 hours a week in exchange for a place to live, water and food ain’t half bad when I consider the many hours I used to work, often doing something I loathed so that I could make enough money for rent.

Feudalism was a system people used to acquire land. We’re just talking about an alternative to renting a space for money. I do think it’s a better model. I get to set my own hours, choose my daily tasks, have a space to call home, have fresh food and water and still go play at the beach.

SF Reader: Thank you for your reply and continued exploration. I was curious before, but now I’m just confused. I think what confuses me is that you are choosing to rent a space for money instead of taking advantage of the unique opportunities you mention. This is not an issue of do as I say, not as I do, but something more…

From my understanding, “lord” Jesse pulled the plug on the well oiled machine of his “peasants” 1 year into a 3 year deal at his whim alone. From what I read it was not received well. Imbalances in power and wealth often aren’t. Now you seek to exchange the dreaded american cash for an ownership interest in property. To what end? If a better system is currently out there, why not participate in it? Clearly, there are land owners willing to exchange their space for your help. Are they not doing it well enough? Not well enough that you still feel comfortable recommending this life path to others? I don’t see how you and Jackson aren’t just using his parents money to create your own sense of independence.

Please help! I must be missing something!

Me: Jesse’s decision to pull the plug on Zero One is confusing for me. My experience of the story was one of a communication breakdown that eventually led to its end. The original arrangement at Zero One was like a business agreement in which only Jesse and Jackson had a stake in any profits from the land, which they were to split 50/50. This was later opened up to include Augustin, Mea, and me.  No one ever had a stake in owning the land itself. Jesse was the financial backer of the business. Then, for reasons unbeknownst to me, Jesse became unable to tell us what he wanted. He communicated that he wasn’t happy with the team of people chosen, but not why he was unhappy with us. This made for a very confusing series of communications.

Most of my questions to Jesse regarding why  Zero One ended, the reasons behind decisions made, and overall pono in the whole situation have remained unanswered or unclear. I feel there has been an unwillingness to communicate (in person/skype/phone call) honestly, openly and without fear of offending each other. I have asked for and would like the opportunity to speak with Jesse about all of these things. I would like the opportunity to take responsibility for my mistakes and learn from them. Without someone telling me where they saw I went wrong, I am only left with an opportunity to make up stories about why things happened the way they did, just as Jesse has been able make up stories about what happened at Zero One when he wasn’t around. I’d like the opportunity to responsibly share those stories with each other, get all the cards on the table, and then make some semblance of what happened, why, who, how, how much, etc. Until that time, we’re all just makin’ shit up. Perhaps it didn’t go down exactly as intended and there is still confusion to be sorted, but one thing that is clear is my gratitude for Jesse’s willingness to play this game and share his abundance. Thank you, Jesse.

Now then, in February, Jackson’s mother gifted him $10,000. I was there when she gave it to him. She told him to use it for rent, traveling, to feed us, and whatever else he saw fit to do. Jackson decided to share that money with me. (If you’d like to know what prompted that decision, I’m sure he’d be happy to explain.) When Zero One ended in May, at least half of that money was left. We had many many options come our way in terms of where to go next. From traveling to renting an apartment on the North Shore to hiking into the Kalalau Valley and living off the land. After what had happened at Zero One, we thought what if we had the opportunity to have our own land without having someone over us to pull the plug willy nilly, how amazing would that be!? We decided that unless we got a Big YES for the next place to live, then we would go to Kalalau.

Well we got a Big YES. Through a fantastically amazing series of choices and coincidences, we found ourselves the new stewards/tenants on a working permaculture farm with hundreds of fruit trees already producing, a giant (overgrown) garden of collards, kale, tomatoes, and Mexican papayas, a running fresh water stream with a swimming hole, a greenhouse, work shed, and two livable structures for a mere $1500 a month, which we paid through September. (First month, June, free in exchange for cleaning up the land, which had been trashed and left to grow over by the previous tenants and $4500 for July, August, and September.)

This might seem like a lot of money to pay for two people to live on a piece of land. However, we’re not planning to live on it alone. We have taken advantage of this opportunity and used this gifted money to support ourselves and people in this community. In the one month we’ve been there, we have had five people come and stay for a night or two, and in exchange, they have cleaned and organized buildings on the land that were trashed, many hours of work completed simply in exchange for a place to sleep. We currently have two couples temporarily living on the land. In exchange, one couple is staying in a stucture and cleaning it, painting it and totally reviving it. The other couple is staying on one of five tent platforms, are master gardeners at a permaculture farm on Maui, and are giving us expert advice and work on the land.

To specifically answer your questions, I am offering up first step alternatives for people looking for another way of living. This isn’t to say that I believe someone should give up all they have, move to Kauai and work on someone else’s land for 20 hours a week forever. Though why not? What’s the difference between that and working behind a desk for 40 hours a week so that I can pay rent on someone else’s mortgage?

What I am suggesting is a gateway option for getting out of mainstream capitalism. I have participated in work/trade exchange and now find myself with a potential chance to acquire land and share it. We are taking this opportunity to share this land with others and collaborate to implement our own ideas and systems, not because they are better than other places, but because we can. If you found yourself in a situation where you had the chance to be on or buy a piece of land that provided food and water for life and implement your own creations and explorations, would you not do it?

So are we using Jackson’s parents’ money to form a sense of independence? No, it is Jackson’s money, and we are using it to support and feed ourselves and the people around us while we use the land and our new systems to implement energetically positive ways to make money so that we no longer need our parents’ help. (My parents still help me a great deal as well.) Our goal is to acquire this piece of land, through whatever honest, energetically positive means necessary. Does that include asking for help from the people around us? Yes. Does that include continuing to work very hard to pour our love and energy into this land? Yes. Does it include getting very creative in ways to make, save, and prevent having to spend money? Yes. Are we willing to do all of these things? Yes.

As an example, in the past nine months, had I been living in a place where I had to pay rent, I would have had to make anywhere from $500/month-$800/month given my varied living situations, so by living in a work/trade, I elliminated the need to make $4500-$7200. Also, had I been getting paid by Jesse instead of living on his land for “free”, I’d have charged him minimum of $20/hour. So at that rate, and estimating on the low end of things, working 4 hour days, 20 days a month, for 9 months, I’d have made $14,400. So I alleviated a man from having to pay me, just me, nearly fifteen thousand dollars, just as the people who help us on this new land prevent us from having to pay money. Thus far, we’ve had five people work a total of about 25 hours, so essentially, at a $20/hour rate, we’ve “gained” $500 because we didn’t have to pay someone to do the work these people did.

We would like to use this land, for as long as we have it, to make money through various methods: Guests – workshops, renters, vacationers, Grants – if we become a 501c3,  Value added product – dehydrated fruit, juices, smoothie mixes, natural shampoos, soaps, Tours, events, concerts, and to support craftspeople and artisans – monetary exchange for a place for them to work.

I am not perfect, this system is not perfect, and I do not claim either to be true. It is an experimental system in which personal responsibility is emphasized and contraditory practices are often used until we are able to fully sustain ourselves in this new way. The world is in transition, and until the transition is completed, we are having to operate gradually in a one foot in, one foot out fashion. I would prefer to have the land and be able to funtion so that I am fully supporting myself and don’t need assistance from the people around me, but that’s not reality. I will always need the people around me, just as I need you to ask me these questions, which help me to further examine my own choices.

Mahalo!

Melissa

Melissa’s Journal: Another Way

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Hiya SuperForest! I was recently contacted on Facebook by a friend’s mother inquiring about my life here on Kauai. I am grateful for the opportunity to share this with her and with all of you.

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Dear Melissa: I don’t mean to pry into your life, it looks like a lot of fun. But how do you and yours support yourselves? I would love to live in Hawaii and just live off the land, but it looks harder than I think it would be. A lot of fun but that’s not how life really goes, is it?

 

Aloha!

Thank you so much for inquiring about my life! It’s great to hear from you!

One of the biggest differences here versus mainland US is that many people here see traditional capitalism; work for money, use money to live alone or with one or two others to create a sense of Independence and “make something of yourself” as an old and unsustainable way of life. Here, we have searched and found alternative ways of supporting ourselves. There are many work/trade opportunities that most mainlanders don’t know about or don’t believe is possible over there. Many people work 12-20 hrs a week on farms owned by other people in exchange for a place to live, showers, and food harvested from the land. These places to live are often just a place to put a tent, and most people live very minimally and simply. I don’t need much to live here. I could realistically survive with a backpack, a tent or hammock, two changes of clothes, and enough knowledge about the food that grows wild here. If I trust that the Universe will take care of me, then I will be taken care of with minimal effort. The traditional capitalistic model is one that thrives off of the idea of scarcity. And I now see and know that we, as Americans in a first world country live in total abundance, but only if we allow ourselves to see it, believe that we deserve it, and are willing to share our own abundance in whatever form that comes.

I, for instance, am a photographer, videographer, gardener, caretaker, nanny, manager, computer technician, mediator, counselor, house cleaner, etc. And when I find I need something I don’t already have or know how to do, I am able to trade my skills for others’ skills or goods. So when my friend, a hair stylist, needs someone to take care of her kids while she and her husband go to a party, I ask for a haircut in exchange. No need for money! :)

That’s not to say that I never need money. But when I do, I am able to conjure up some way to make it or have it gifted to me. It’s all in how willing I am to play this new game. The old capitalistic/scarcity paradigm is boring and old to me. The new game of figuring it out as I go along with trust that I will be taken care of is much more entertaining. I have the freedom to create my own reality, without anyone else dictating how, when, where, who, why I am going to do it.

I am fully admittedly incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to explore this new way, to have people in the form of Ohana (extended family) all around me that love, support, and encourage this new way. And I want to share it with everyone that I know.

There is another way.

I hope you are happy and healthy and having so much fun!

Love + Aloha,
Melissa

Zero One 2nd & Last Movie Night!

SuperForester Paul Presents: Mayday

 

Paul has been living with us at Zero One since November and has shed some mighty bright light on my perspective of this Universe. He’s a world traveler and once lived in Europe for a year and a half on only $4000, and went from Paris to Shanghai over land, through Siberia, in the wintertime for $1200. He’s a genius and has some knowledge to bestow.

A big aloha to Superforest and the world, my name is Paul and I have some words to share.

Regeneration and renewal are but two of them that come to mind. At the center of renewal we find NEW. Anything new builds upon the old making it larger if we could strive only to know we don’t know…what could be learned! Today is Mayday. Mayday is many things. letting go of preconceived notions about the way things REALLY are. It’s the Germanic foundation to Easter and the sacrifice of pascal lamb of Judaism. It’s the unchanging rebirth of eternal growth.

In ancient times is was Beltane, the seasonal holiday of the fertile goddess. Now a time when the women young and old world wide weave the ribbons of the maypole with prayers of good tiding for the growing season to come. A time to leave a basket of flowers on your neighbors doorstep as a gesture of compassion for compassion’s sake. Sometimes it’s a scary time of letting go and moving forward. Robert Plant pays homage in verse: ‘if there’s a bustle in your hedge row, don’t be alarmed now, it’s just a spring clean for the may queen.’ I find that the alarm can come without warning, and then the fears arise to bear fruit. So let the spring cleaning commence!

Aside our tributes to mayday through the sexual references of R N’R, aside tributes through the eggs of Easter and the Blood of the Lamb, there are other tales of Mayday that are on the rise in a new light.

We’re learning to fear not the revolution, to fear not the new technologies we don’t understand, to fear not that our perceptions of history and what the future will bring exist in our minds alone, and not actually in the past or future. fear not that our truths may be false in this rapidly changing world. We’re learning to fear not that we may be afraid.

We’re dissolving the spooklore and paranoia of the legendary Illumitai that was created on May 1, 1776. it’s founder Weishaupt, was a Bavarian anarchist with good intent. Albeit, he created a mysterious cabal that fizzled out shortly after it’s inception due to it’s sneakiness and lack of open transparent communication. All that remains left behind to posterity is it’s legend that lingers on as fear propaganda readily absorbed by the unwitting theorists of conspiracy.

110 years of springtime revolution then passed before the Haymarket massacres changed the face of the labor movement. strengthening the international workers holiday. Sacred sex is now excepted and respected, Anarchy in political philosophy has become entropy or chaos theory in science, and revolution is a part of everyday life as we explore each others worlds through a corporeal inter-connectedness that was not achievable before we had the virtual inter-connectedness of cyber-space. I feel from the depth of my being that now is the time to rise up and take responsibility for what we believe in. to make sacrificial offerings to humanity in what ever way we can. to work for the abundance of the Socio-economic garden of all class and economies. Governments are collapsing and being reorganized, money is changing hands, glaciers are disappearing. Volcanoes and earthquakes and shifting poles are nothing to fear, they will be a part of our lives to infinity. It’s time for us to throw away out diet pills and wrinkle creams and ride the tsunami of Self exceptance on to the shores of socio-economic pangea. Change! This world is rebirthing. relax, let go, and breath, so that it may be as painless as possible. Fear has it’s place only in the mind and has no place in the future.

Happy Mayday, tomorrow starts today.