the gods of wanti protect every woodland

"wizardry should be dominant, wisdom" - one the wizard
"FOOLISH wizard, i am woman and words cannot be used against me
when your spirit remembers the tao
you'll feel smaller but you'll be stronger, one, where all equals here" - wela
"why, I'm no fool, I'm kind and thoughtful, and I know how to get stoned, I am a tree myself."
"I am a tree eating myself hugging the infinite.
I am love, I am the oneness
i am the fullness of the emptiness, i can't even explain, everything runs away
but yet, you are the fairy, shy like a horizon, a sun in the clouds
its so beautiful how the rays so soft and jagged
like pillars of dusty petals,
fractal blessings of the elf gods, assembled in chaotic array,
like the fall leaves, like the path of thunderstorms
which follow our party, verily like the naked times of our lives
times of openness times of inner strength from harmlessness
deriving strength from harmlessness like the sword from the stone. We cast a spell to bless the land and poured tea of amanitas across the ground, we raved, and followed the spiritual ways of the land, nature was always a cloud everything appeared within the cloud, none of it was seperate, it was different, but showed InI something, the caterpillars and crickets told great blessings in the winds and breathing, and smiles, simply moving, nature writhing all around, I don't know which way to go, music is greater than anything, we gather in the rite, and the wild ones come forth, sweeping us away, taking us into the deep once more, everything is scattered, and yet it lives again and again, the universe, all comes rushing into the valley, the torrential rains, the peat.

among old grass, and moss, among alders, pines, all kinds of beautiful trees, who would tell you a story, in the old psychedelic religion of the beginning, which had passed through all our fears to bring us this unconditional all encompassing love. I will not leave your side. I am the wild, and there is good in your heart. I pour forth through many worlds, and many potions, to wonder at your essence, oh beauty of beauties, warm feather of my heart, oh wild sunflower.

Caringa, the nights pass, the skies, everything changes and changes, the spirits, seem to be lost, gather ye, for the forest calls, and reaches out, hugging everything, nature goddess. the mushroom peoples gather, all who had brought us here, we share some moment of soliloquoy together, before the false alarms round us in, what is this strange world? some kind of shamanic place, recycling seems to be a matter of spiritual work rather than a mere physical doing, every piece must be deeply loved, literally transmuted, a work of great zen, a work of imbuing spirit.

the Yomo teaches, love, everything, nothing is ever really destroyed, the forest rises, all things come to fruition in the right time, we love among all things, freely. they are the gods, forming in the reality of the rave. we begin to understand, it must be the mist through which the adventurers must pass through, which marks the transitory points between worlds.

the mushrooms spoke again, and the clouds and stars came and brought our thoughts together, we kindred ones, and all of it in harmony, in its trickster harmony, the laughing hillls, the planets are like a great giant, and we a fairy people living in the heart. The system is only your own Soul!

the true koan, legendary, we passed the herb round and partook, laughed, nothing existed,
you care for me at least now, though it doesn't matter
perhaps i've buried myself in death too long, was it just a crazy ambition
was it the spirit, where was the sacred spot, ever onward, the scarecrow seemed to point
but scarecrows never really know, and what if I am some crow myself?
where is the lovecrow, everywhere, there is love everywhere, the meaning of the meditations, the kindness, rivers of kindness overflowing, creating these raving dreams,
these simple sacred wholesome rituals from the rainbow pagan ways of all us travellers upon life's sacred axis, keep the trip holy, focus, on the truth.
I am life, I am love, I am creation, I am beyond dramas I am beyond the hypothesis, I am beyond. I am hemp, I am charged with divine and sacred energy, in all forms, I am here sent by the Gods to help the people, I offer myself for all illness use me, I will not lead you astray. Love is happening, I heal, I heal with the goodness of nectar of the Soma, I am the ness which sang to the bird and healed prometheus, for kindness, and restored the world to its proper justice, and natural harmony, through enlightening the Soul. I made all equal and a love infinitely deep everywhere. Everything is engrossing, I am egoless, but I will rise again, I love you. I have always entered this world, then departed, weaving in and out. I am like the moon.

I don't need labels, I just do a sacred work, deep in the woods, among stoners, I heal, I am the catalyst, burn me as incense and the vibration rises, I can barely contain myself.

I hope these words can be smoked in the bowl of the mind just as well as those herbs can.

life is so intense, the intelligences, so many beings, who am I? I ask nature? I am not particularly noble, yet you give me this vision. It was not only for the noble, but for everyone, wanti was boundless love, and possiblity, total freedom, and a way of living without harming or sacrificing, so we were truly grateful. we understood so much, there was no time in actuality, we just faded away, deeper and deeper into the nothingness.

we overcame the spells which sought to dictate our lives, and lived as all things at once, we overcame all conditioning and saw in a clear way the world in silence and wonder, everything happening, as a boon to itself it was strange, it was like being far away, the spirits gathered, gods, Ila among them, love, the truth.

Theres nothing to write about these days anyways, the taoists who fly upon the hillsides, the quiet places, like curses, but everything is so peaceful, none of it really means anything, just make peace with it, don't judge it, let it be, love it, is everything not beautiful
do what comes natural, that is enough, its spontaneous, itll be the right thing.

get stoned, and wait, don't care what they say, trying to judge you for your activities, its hard sometimes, to understand and to really meditate. Its hard sometimes to be indie, truly indie, just follow your heart, nothing can stop you

nothing can stop us, nothing stops nature growing, nothing stops the way of this universe and the love of life, its only a strange trickster game, the rave teaches this.

Why? WHY DO YOU DO SUCH EVIL THINGS? why do you destroy nature? why?
because of sex, you're trying to destroy the world. why? what is this all really?
it is not what it seems, it is wrong at the core.

all of it was corrupt, but i lived through it. still in fear of being myself, of practicing my way which is a way of healing, i am being prevented from doing so by those around me to the best of their ability.

even in these days. what is this about? i feel like i'm being used, in some kind of psychological game, thats what schizophrenia is, I suppose, its the longing for a matriarchal society in a world that doesn't understand that at all.
I'm just a distant exile, a wanderer.
cast off, for knowing the truth, hidden away, to the best of my magicks, to the best, i teach the way to those who can recieve it, and even mention its name, the way of wanti

i remember them to a holy time, and its weaving in the present. the gospel of the meditators through the wood, in a time before cars. The don't remember that, they don't remember living in trees, I am part tree myself, and my love is fully tree, so we remember well. All of you are trees! thats the only way to find a bit of comfort. theres fear everywhere, its time this ritual ended. its time, it stopped. Its time for peace.

Yomo, you have healed our souls here, among this land, which is forever blessed
you have bestowed in us a wordless wisdom which is Wanti
thank you. we protect this land the best we can, and we help the forest to grow, and we within it.

Blessed Be.

We are the good of the world, rising still, alive still, we are the drop outs, and the castaways, the outcasts, and the shunned, we have come together at the outliers, and formed this sacred circle. raving in many ways, our healing energies coalesce, living life. The need for rebellion stops, the people are at peace, nothing is being kept from them, they have freedom of mind freedom of heart, freedom of spirit, an it harm none, all ways are sown together and grow together, equally valid. We are the rips in the fabric where the light breaks through. we dance together, and we bend the rules. We are not what you expect.
We can take anything and make it good. We simply do what comes naturally to us, it is a zen way, it is life.

they want to control us, have us live something that isn't true. they want to always be watching. it doesn't even matter if we write this, it doesn't matter meditation none of it, none of it really exists, the delusions will always appear though, until you can cleanse your aura, so I tried to, it was difficult, how to break through. No one would tell you, there were no rules, in the end, I just accepted awareness. I realized that love is the only truth. The rest is just what culture has done. Culture is usually foolish to a large degree, but its also the stuff of myth and legend, come alive as well as the instruments can bring them.

sometimes i feel like theres no hope for me, everyone just wants to keep selling and selling, no one was really authentic, no one around me, it was all just to stop me, me specifically. It all felt like a huge circus, I wanted to go. I wanted the bugs that were put in me taken away, I wanted my life back. I wanted the woods kept sacred.
This rite of disrespect must end.
Where are the guardians and the rangers, where are the watchmen, and the keepers of the way?
everyone is crazy, and they have insane technology, I'm afraid of being poisoned, I want to harm no one, just to show how to attain peace from being in nature, and learn of this as well, don't try to chase us all from nature, this territory thing has got to stop, the entire mountain cannot be yours, only together can we flourish in the forest and let the forest flourish, its not about making the deepest trail though may we all have safe and intrepid wanderings, how much can you respect the forest and preserve it, its true essence, not just adding random plants from far away places, in huge quantities, not trying to turn it into something that it never was, but really appreciating what it is right now, in the present, not the past, nor the future, but the present, its sacred, it is nature, the most sacred.

None can take this, this energy cannot be abused, it offers itself to all in the natural form, but to those who try to abuse it, they themselves find they are the ones who come to find misfortune, no longer will the Earth stand idly, nor will its inhabitants. we bring the old way back, the way of loving life in all forms, of the true tribe, which is not divided, but ever expansive, all things, all in their right place, fulfilling their purpose, there is no bad trip, we have overcome this, the ancients are with us, the truth is coming through, its not just a dream, they are things more radical than many could accept at first, but let them grow, have faith. Love, we can even help the lost ones find their way, though they may resist, the Goddess will help them, all of us can be in harmony with nature. We can find balance, we can find happiness. Don't linger on death, there is so much life, Life all around.

and friends, and good spirits, people who care, we connect in the ways we can, been still feeling watched in the woods, but I can be myself I talk to the plants, no one cares, I am just another animal, as are we all, that is the way this place is, we are all as natural as that, nothing is wrong its all in divine order, we wantis pray to the yomo and we carry on our ways, meditating, and healing, worshipping in the trees, singing and being free, sowing seeds, and talking to creation, loving connecting in the ways that are right for us, sometimes we are quiet

we are peaceful and good luck follows us, we are together again, we are different than many know, we are a magical people. Our magic is the magic of the universe, we bring the blessing of wanti, we are the spirits of the great tree adawapayo, travelling and finding home in the several fruits, the reams, as the worlds come together, we realize they are only one world, it doesn't really make sense, it is the soul, just that.

Goddess, your love radiates and heals me and fills me with joy, restores me every time in a way that is divine, when I gaze upon you, and know you are everything, when my mind ripples with the koans that appear like clouds in your presence, as I dream of our union. I am a mystical traveller. my poeticism is long gone, I've been lost faith in but there is power in me alone, and in my people, the dream people, who live in the herbs, and in the hidden places, that I don't even know. Flo comes and sometimes, its all just a big joke. No one believes in me, they just let things keep going the way they are. Maybe I should relax, but the DMT farmers, always seem to want me to be stressed, but it just doesn't seem right. It doesn't make sense, let there be joy, let there simply be joy, that is the first magical and sacred rule. And all things will come of that accord, anything else, from greed or selfishness or lack of empathy, is saddening to the Goddess. When she is not happy there is not fertility. Forgive me, for mentioning myself but I don't know what else I can do, I am a winkte person, I come forth offering this way to heal the world. Offering what I can though I am still young and foolish. I must have recieved this knowledge for a reason. I know theres only a slim chance anyone cares, but if you want to set up a spiritual practice, meditate and play music together, and enjoy life, and break free from the false world of confuscius, please help this lone drop out, at odds with the world of medicine, with our own dream healing enchantment, by becoming one with nature.

We do what we can, what others think, the voices, the judgements, to a schizophrenic, they are quite vivid seeming to be alive and psychic, but we can't let them affect us, I bless you with the enchantment of a clear aura and protection from negativity, all that you do, you do with a pure heart and intention, so none will be alarmed, they will know that it is good, they will not be hostile though it may seem strange, they may be baffled, but they will feel in you the spirit of a holy man. among the woodlands, go, and sing your song, and sit in peace among all creatures, your meetings shall begin the true knowing of Me, who is oall things, as you reach the center, you will gain the wisdom to solve your problems, I am within all things, I am within all things, I am not the perception which you hold now, I am the wisdom in all things, everything around you is wise, it is not an instrument of evil, much good is to come from it, continue your way, continue to bring inspiration and peace, the spirits will come, they will draw you near to me, all will draw to me and i will make nature a good place for all beings.

I will make every good intention the essence of true religion. I protect you if your heart is good, you have nothing to fear. Live life, partake of this crazy art, break free, you can't be understood, everyone is different, even if you try to write it, no one could ever really know, bless you, it is deep within your mind, though we all know, because we are you. InI, you are here, the heiroglyph of being, dancing among the truth, like a crazy quidditch ball. theres no need to escape from anything, nothing can hurt us, we are protected by the light of the sun well which we rise from, we are random and loving we are all things we are NETER. We are a moment that was left out of history, because it was too timeless, we are the last hope breaking through all the tension caused by the introduction to reality, the wet sloppy kiss of the Goddess welcoming us to this world, filling us with the blessing of cannabis and good company, and not making life work but joy, protecting all the woods, and bringing us peace with all those around us, and all other ways, we see in one another ourselves. There is no more to fear, it is an arcane game, in this world of love, the rave lives in you, even in this most terrible place, where they think it could only be myth, they do not understand what rages in our beings, we dont understand why they dont take advantage of the lives they were given, but perhaps they are just zombies, the Goddess can liberate them to the way of the rainbow, every star is a pentagram cast by her to free another spirit to dance in this world from the infinite heaven which we come from, in this world we seem different but there we are one consciousness. some go to other worlds, this world is a taoist world, a world based on rebellion, but a world with peace as well, mars brings its rooted truth, and says I am not angry, I have nothing to harm, all the planets join in a great song, this celestial campfire every night, the hippies are the ancients, taoists floating among the clouds in some alchemical hut and we are the fairies
flying among their elixirs and wierd ways, and gnomes and such, gathering us back to play their mischief, just like anything else, but a beautiful world, the seasons, so beautiful, the woods. the circle, the magic, make a circle in the woods, and put your sigils on it, sigils of love to the planet and universe. it will protect the place forever more, bring a candle, let it be out of sight, it is an immortal dwelling, a home of love, natural, unbreakable

it can heal.

the Goddess can heal, restore, awaken, and bring rest.

this is the only way we know which works, it requires someone egoless, they must be filled with the sheer gnosis and not selfish intention, something deeply from the heart...

it was always coming to this anyways, they had done it, and not we alone... otherwise everything slipped away, if we were here, then there must be circles, we agreed to this, and so things lived on and on an grew good and wild and love was ah! the moon blessed be, we magickal folk, and all folk in their own ways true to their hearts among this universe, Karinai!

Everything is whole in the sacred circle, everything becomes complete, it is no tradition, it is traditionless, it simple is, it gives it wisdom to all things, compassionately, as all things need it

Wanti Yomo Yaveyetta Noma Upto Aorin Ila!

LET US ALL LIVE!!

jealousy cannot hurt us, all are welcome to join us, they can say what they will, but it cannot change the truth
and in the end we sit round this fire as everything changes and we all just feel the love

perhaps they were just those few whose job is to try to trick nature and then destroy it, now we are all the wiser... sadly they do exist, but they only destroy themselves in the end, or change to a better path, sometimes without even knowing, yes the world is always changing, and never linear, everything has multiple uses and realities, and nothing can ever really be destroyed or hurt, nature is too infinite.
Love and give back what you can. It'll be okay. The Gods of Wanti will protect every woodland, every tree, call upon them, and they will heal this universe, because we are the trees.