of some segments of society. (HRC) Many things must change, but the first must be our mindset. As we explore alternative medicines and re-connect with the wild, we will find the prophecy of the Christian tradition come alive, "A tree shall sprout up in the middle of the city's main street, and it's leaves will be for the healing of the nations." Revelation 22:2 Sources: (LEC) A Lesson in Earth Civics by Chellis Glendinning (WMN) Witches, Midwives and Nurses: A History of Woman Healers by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English (page 5) (TWTW) Quoted in The Witch and The Wildness by Kevin Tucker (paragraph 5) (THT) The Herbal Tradition by Michael Tierra, O.M.D. (THMMH) The Herbal Medicine-Makers Handbook by James Green (HRC) Health and the Rise of Civilization by Mark Nathan Cohen
The Rebels Dark Laughter By Bruno Filippi, excerpts “Humanity considers itself noble. It speaks of heroism, of progress and is not aware of its infection. The abyss has opened up and humanity falls into it singing, howling, quarreling, with its god, its fatherland, its murderous civilization, its elegant degeneration.” One prays, one implores, one curses, but one does not dare. Cowardice, caressed by Christianity, creates morality, and this justifies baseness and begets renunciation. But this desire to live, this will, only desires to develop feely. The Christian takes a good look around to see if anyone is looking and then, trembling, commits a sin. Desire: sin; love:sin. This is the inversion. Harlot, everybody’s woman, you have no shame in the world. You are frank and sincere. You offer yourself to anyone who pays, never giving or taking illusions. Civilization on the other hand, modest and clean in appearance, but horribly infected with gangrene throughout its body, makes me vomit, fills me with horror and loathing, kills me. I envy savages. And I will cry to them in a loud voice: “Save yourselves, civilization is coming!” I am gathering all the agony of the world together. Maybe I am crazy. But my madness is the most terrible rationality. I see further, I feel more vividly. I don’t know why, but it is certain that I suffer enormously, much more than before. Before this? To think that before this, I was a child! But why is this? What have I done? I watch the daisies growing peacefully; the swallows come and go across the paths of the sky. The dew and the open blue sky please me as well. But instead…I am handcuffed, splashed with mud, starved. Without love, without freedom. Brothers in chains, sisters in suffering, the battle is at hand.
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