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Earth Wisdoms from Affinity Group Ritual, 2015

Earth Wisdoms – From Affinity Group Ritual on Day 3, CloudCatcher WitchCamp 2015

-Take time to sit and be with me because I need you too.

-Small is the only place to start growing from.

-If you would truly know me, look closer, and look closer still for there are worlds to be revealed the deeper you look.

-Come to truly know me before you try to save me. Know the magic of your own backyard before you try to change the world.

-Rooted in Earth and Sky, we live in harmony with the Earth, the green and the red, each taking only what is needed and giving back just (twice) as much, if not more. Will you too?

-Wear the skin you’re in.

-The Earth is eternal.

-You can unpick the kinks of time and undo destruction.

-Do not fear for us, fear for your loss.

-Seeds are strong. Shoots are vital.

-Listen to the heart beat of the Earth. Differences exist for the mind to ponder one wholeness.

-It will unfold. There’s secrets here you cannot know until you knock.

-Poetry saves worlds.

-Stinky beautiful nothing. Shit of life. Inside and outside balance on a knife. Separation is illusion. A seed will split stone. Community is wildness in our shit, we are not alone.

-The lessons we need are there. We need only look and listen. The Earth teaches through cycles. Everything is connected, the Earth has no concern of singularity of existence. Learn from and grow with each other.

-Local spirits, hidden folk, we honour all that you invoke, our karmic debt we now repay, through us have your words relayed.

-Some of the most beautiful and bountiful places are on the edges, between two places. Something that has holes; is imperfect, is actually stronger than something that is solid. Death feeds life. Nothing dies forever. Donut. Strength in gentleness. Silence has power, there is power in silence. Build the structure and the nature of community will follow.

-Listen with your feet…milk and honey is as mud and blood and shit. Nothing is wasted, unholy, or lost. Listen with your paws…if you meet me with conditions, you are not truly meeting me. Part of the answer lies across cultures. Listen with your lungs…the wind says I kissed the surface of this world before you cam, and when you are dust, I will still kiss the surface of this Earth. Listen with your skin…I am old, ancient, bones of the mountains, blood, ask, and dirt. Listen…you are embedded in me.

-You are promised to death, but I will fashion new life from your bodies. Whatever you leave me – if poisoned water, if devastated land; if choking air, if acid rain. I will create new life – it may not be pretty to you; it may take thousands of years; hundreds of thousands of years, but I will do it – for I AM infinite creativity.

-Pennies on the path, feathers on the ground, symbols of our love from below so above.

-Everything cycles between the sky and the ground.

-We are ancient and we are very small, we grow from death. We are part of your community and we are forever.

-We must remember our kindred spirited animals.

-Life is fed, even in death.

-The moss, ferns, and lichen teach interdependence symbiosis and synergy. Such is community.

-The caldera nurtures plants, as people may we allow the plants and us to survive.

-Community is with us in the silent spaces.

Thank you to Phoenix, who transcribed these notes, which were gathered from the ritual and woven into our spells.