You Will Need: ~ Modern Cauldron: InstantPot.com ~ 1 Chopped Buttery-Nut ~ A Smattering of Carrots ~ A gaggle of Onions ~ A dab of Parsnips ~ A few stalks of Celery ~ Garlic mincies ~ A head of Ginger ~Zesty Lemon bits and juices ~ A Dollop of Lipid Satisfaction (Butter, Oil, Ghee) ~ Tasty Pinches of Salt, Pepper, Cayenne, Cajun Mix, Parsley, Chives, Garlic and Onion Powder.
Making the Nutritional Brew:
Invoke the InstantPot to "Sauté."
Brown garlic mincies in lipid of choice; we prefer Coconut Oil, Butter, Olive Oil, or Sesame Oil.
Bibitty-bobbity-brown the onions, then add ginger, lemon zest, and the spices into your cauldron. We rarely measure out the intended amounts of each, but spice and add ingredients to your taste. This brew base should be well coated in oil and spices; cook until onions are tender.
Stir your brew until evenly coated and distributed!
Hum a tune for your roommate's throat chakra as you add the roots into the cauldron, as well as your potent broth (extra magical energies are invoked if you made the broth yourself!) and stir one last time.
Dispel the "sauté" and invoke "manual." Charm the time down to 20 minutes. Close lid and ensure the vent is on "sealed." Say your final incantations and leave the brew to stew.
Go tend to the incubus of viral plague. Soon the scent of nutritional alchemy and elemental craft embrace the olfactory. Eventually the cauldron shall summon you with its enchanting song (beep beep beep). Enhance the alchemy with an immersion blending wand or potato masher. This brew is best served with a strong tonic (or hot toddy) and something delightful and crunchy!
(Apparently our formatting magic isn't on fleek, many apologies!)
Language is impossibly important. Our entire existence is based off the language we use, the diction we employ. The structure of the words that spill out of our mouth shape the way we interact with the world we view. The Verse is ever present within us. Without understanding and proper utilization of language we cannot grasp the richness of the Verse around.
Today is Earth Day - a national celebration of the planet which sustains the only publicly accepted acknowledgement of life, our home. How many people actually gave their attention, their energy, even a spare moment to this treasure? Probably a fraction of any reasonable portion of humanity because we’re actively working towards complete separation from nature in every fundamental way. We think differently now, with assimilation to technology the forefront of this change; we eat nutrients built for us by genetic farmers; we work for the accumulation of worthless sums; and we shelter ourselves away from the messy, chaotic world of reality outside our doors. Gorget waiting for the sun to fry us in an electromagnetic storm, or a super volcano destabilizing the ability to survive, or asteroids, plagues, or worldwide drought -- the growing inability to connect with reality is leading us to our own self-sustaining apocalypse.
As a witch any chance I get to justify extra time outdoors is quickly grasped. I embrace my hippy ways and greet the earth barefoot and wander aimlessly, allowing the Flow to guide me. While at work this morning I enticed my enjoyment of each moment knowing I would be celebrating Earth Day outdoors with our dog, Chloe. Alas, a surprise awaited my entrance into my home: two brand new cell phones intended to save us money month-to-month. I had to start saving money now!
I immediately danced in the kitchen once I revealed the new toys to my boyfriend and the Rock-N-Roll Hippy Priestess. The box couldn’t be slower to open, the instructions more cumbersome to disregard, nor the wrapping more tight! Then the real process began: activating the phones, porting over our numbers, trying to attach the accounts together, setting up payment, and waiting the insufferable fifteen minutes to finally process the transaction to unlock the phones’ services! After a mere two hours I could finally enjoy creating space within nothingness: a whole world of realities in the palm of my hand. How remarkably convenient! Before I realized it, my e-mails were set up, each of my myriad of weather apps were installed, selected news sources followed, the random assortment of media hidden into folders in order to de-clutter the home screen, and the sun was pouring into our jungle living room, streaming through the giant monstera leaves, arcing in bright beams past countless books, and striking the table at which I worked.
My day had disappeared into the creation of a technological tool supposedly assisting my enjoyment of the life I let slip away over the past four hours! My Earth Day had been sacrificed, I realized, to a phone I know will end up resented in a few month’s because it steals my attention away from the present, pulling me farther away from enlightenment.
Slowly but surely, and much faster than the universe could predict (and yet assuredly foresaw), humanity will be irrevocably linked with the technology we wrought upon ourselves. Cell phones -- nay, “smart” phones begin stitching the fabric of our consciousness to that frequency. I fell to it today, a day I could have spent in magic and solitude with our Mother. Instead my impulses found it more important and opportune to set up my new iPhone... How did you spend your Earth Day?
Growing monster monsteras, commonly confused with philodendrons, is quite simple and allows for a variety of other additions for your living space.
All you need is a Fish Tank, a planter box with two holes drilled at one end, clay hydroton, a few easy fish, fish food, and you're ready to go! Have the water pump in the fish tank put the water into the far end of the hydroton bed and watch the filtration system turn into a water feature for your house, releasing negative ions into the air, cleans the air you breath by adding innumerable plants and leaves, and adding the sounds of nature into your house! Put plants like monsteras, philodendrons, bamboo, dieffanbachia; or certain types of leafy greens like tomatoes, lettuce, watercress, kale, etc.
Our system has been in operation for approximately three (3) years now. We've cleaned the fish tank once when we moved; but otherwise the only maintenance we do is adding water about once a week and feeding the fish. Recently we've experienced a major loss in the fish tank and are down to about five (5) fish (down from thirteen). Our largest leaves started growing last summer and are continuing to get bigger with each new growth spurt. The largest of these, in the middle right of the photo above, is approximately 18 inches and still growing.
Always choose simple indoor gardening to bring life indoors. You'll be so much happier during the long winters!
I am a white person who grew up in the south, but raised by a Yankee hippy. Fortunately that meant I was taught the existence of culture is inherently important. From this vantage point, Beyoncé’s “Formation” is showcasing for white America and the world that America has rich culture in fringe landscapes that ground us in rhythm and class.
The resilience and genius demonstrated by African Americans is rooted in a truly valid, god loving, salt-of-the-earth glory. A culture that has been ridiculed, reduced, and exploited before any Africans set foot on this continent. Beyoncé is showing that through slavery, the fight for Civil Rights, black athletes and black pride, the entertainment dominance of the 1990’s and all American music -- that every moment of American history has benefited profusely from Africa’s decedents. America’s formation has always been intrinsically dependent on black hands and black minds.
To use the word “marginalized” betrays an ignorance so deep we can only twerk in gratitude. This wealth of brilliance has to be systematically choked, imprisoned, dismally resourced and shamed; otherwise America would be overrun with black Bill Gates and fierce independent, highly intelligent black women.
Beyoncé defies the Illuminati. They can’t stand it. She knows it. She is mocking their delusions and grandeur. They are the ones creating “all this conversation” with their baseless insistence on supremacy. They only invoke the truth; the inevitable mutiny. She’s got their paper. She wanted it. She worked hard and now she owns it. Formation not only exposes criminal hypocrisy but a glaring cultural disease that leaves no room to not taste our white shame. I love her.
"Get [in]Formation" by Sexy Witch with Three Legs
Beyonce has done it again - stunned my breath, paused my inner dialogue, demanded I see and hear her didactic understanding. Much like her “Run The World (Girls)” track and music video, “Formation” embodies a message from a very specific segment of society: those told they couldn’t; or had it implied certain ‘levels’ of existence simply weren’t available. Her solution to the inequality seems pragmatically uncomplicated: “I dream it. I work hard. I grind till I own it.” The imagery-No, the iconography of “Formation” coupled with her lyrics is a slap in the face every time I watch, but I always leave feeling inspired, awake, and motivated. My adversities as a gay, white, hispanic, male American, even during and post devastating natural disasters, is nothing to the hardship represented in the post-Katrina African American, Black, and Indigenous cultures in the New Orleans delta region. So let’s get [in]formation and start discussing the truths encompassing the Truth.
Imagine a world where the people’s protection passes into the current of ignorant judgment, left unquestioned though portrayed unjustly in the media, and unchanging while the hoi polloi continue in their game for wealth. The sinking police car rescuing (and eventually drowning with) a very natural Beyonce shows an esemplastic artistry only an empowered black woman born of these repressed cultures must embody in order to expose the corrupt burial of such topics in pop culture. Subsequent scenes question the morality of each circumstance. African slaves on a plantation standing on the front steps of their master’s house, each face hidden behind a hardened, protected defiant expression. Even Beyonce’s face is hidden, covered by the large black hat bowing in an exaggerated nod to the onlookers (except to Slay her message). On the inside of the house, though, Women either dance while singing self-empowering lyrics; or sitting poised with dignity in the oppressive southern heat. In the latter image the women stare at the audience as if questioning the audacious interruption of their space, their world, their culture.
The contrasting contemporary cultural imagery show a much more active embodiment: ’90’s women gathering together to show their strength in accepting themselves, their roots, and their style. Pain is still present, as we see in the scene with the hairdressers working amongst the faceless wigged busts. They dare you to test them, determination to live evident in their powerful expression. But the expression of luxury in the video is startlingly different from what white people might expect: an “el camino with the seat low sipping Cuervo with no chaser” and “hot sauce in my bag swag.” Maybe these aren’t the luxuries of wealth, but they are luxuries chosen to enrich life. But it’s all marred by the reality of the black culture: innocence dancing before American S.W.A.T. men, the only representation of white culture invading the downtrodden streets of New Orleans. The final image and final sounds in the video are of flooding, drowning, water overcoming the human spirit. “Golly! Look at all that water, boy! Ooo, Lord.” The police car, Beyonce, and a life are submerged.
I can honestly say Beyonce can take me to Red Lobster any time she wants. Something in my world has shifted since watching “Formation” some hundred times... I lived in Boulder during the 2013 Colorado Front Range Floods. The readiness and availability of help from the government for the wealthy, white, Boulderites was surprising and appreciated. Having post-Katrina New Orleans thrust into my face once more begged to question “What happened after New Orleans?” as an introduction to a call for self-empowerment focuses my attention to an issue reverberating across the country. The unfortunate truth is that the “best revenge is your paper.” Playing the game well and owning it is the only way to affect change by giving a message, a voice, a piece of art to our cultural awareness like “Formation.”
Look at the beauty of Boulder. Sometimes space is simply better without people. Lucky for us, early morning hours after a snowstorm vacate the overpopulated streets of our once beloved town... Oh alright, the town is still our beloved, even with the slow decimation of its facade... it's still better without all the bodies trying to fit in.
Contemplative nonsense exhibited posthumous the general awakening. Savvy? We question questions while dirty dancing 'Formation' in the jungle surrounded by our chaos: life. Specializing in expansion; focused on the details; hungry for greenery; supplanting perspective with action; and watching the lights in the sky -- We are the Rock-N-Roll Hippie Priestess and Sexy Witch with Three Legs. Come visit our world.
You Will Need:
Dispel the "sauté" and invoke "manual." Charm the time down to 20 minutes. Close lid and ensure the vent is on "sealed." Say your final incantations and leave the brew to stew. 
