To my Permies Community,
As my journal begins to be filled I now endeavor to share some of my most beloved memories of the past few months. In starting this
thread I seek to provide an openly honest deep dive into my journey; how I got here, what I believe my purpose is here and my vision of the future as it is in the moment. I shall slowly peel back the layers of my
experience. I've never been one to share my thoughts and feelings on social media ,nevertheless, my spirit is urging me to account my journey, thus far, with this unique community.
I have now been here at WheatonLabs for 45 days and on the "Road to Freedom" for 79 days. Ever since leaving my cozy abode in Smithtown my life has taken on a whole new purpose. Being physically homeless for a period of time truly taught me that home is where the heart is at. It also solidified my vision of a new earth which shall serve as my compass and guiding light towards
permaculture paradise....true liberation. At a very young age, through my sincere yearning for truth and
freedom, I began piecing together this peculiar reality I found myself in. Sifting through the many distractions took a few years but fortunate was I to have no better side kick and "partner in crime" than my older sister Taylor who just so happened to have the pieces I was missing and I the same for her. Our journey reemerged upon her return from DC and ever since then we've been magnets for truth during these ever so significant times of paradigm shifting back to the center of the Earth/Heart where
permaculture is the anthem and freedom the infinite beat. A fresh perspective and mental clarity was now pulsating within, directed without looking for no clout just preparing for the coming drought when the
water wont be coming out if the municipal spout.
The initial rejection of my vision of the future by my closest community stroked my fire bringing forth an inferno of act-ion. Pachamama was calling to me and I answered my mothers call to learn her ways to usher in a new collective community of abundance. It began in my own backyard after having spent the whole of winter glued to the forums, youtube and
books. From computer to my mind to pen to paper to action, my life began to change rapidly...accelerated succession. The word
permaculture was now stuck in my head, I was "infected" and I then sought with every breath to do the same to others, little did I know the weight of the tremendous programs that ran my communities' slumbering potential. I looked around, untethered to "society" and realized with real eyes real lies. Down went my spade into Mama to cleanse her of pasts chemical drama. Up went a new layer of leaf mulch, worm castings,
compost(my new obsession), and any and all organic matter around my neighborhood to give shape to the
lasagna style back to eden foundation for my backyard food for-rest. Just as the explorers mistook the
natives ancient food forests as a lack of civilization so too did my dear parents bare witness to the "grave sites" now filling up their neatly groomed landscape. It was clear as day that I needed to set sail on a new journey. There Taylor was again, my best friend and most loyal companion who was willing to uproot her whole life, school, job and friends to journey with me towards true freedom, paradise was found inside and it was now time to manifest. Thus began our month long trek on the "Road to Freedom", the highway to the stars, we were now on a mission.
Instead of planning our exact route we took a more spontaneous approach and just winged it and boy did it pay off. Following our intuition presented us with many mysteries and unexpected adventures along the way. From the peculiar Gothic Cathedral way out of place in Garden
City, the pictographs beneath the Ohio Water Fall, the picturesque architecture in underpopulated Cleveland and how can we ever forget our first view of the twinkling stars so bright at the dark sky parks. The sacred Sioux water fall was also very lovely and refreshing as were the many PB&J sandwiches. The many enlightening songs we listened too and videos we watched will never be forgotten. Arriving in the big sky state was bitter sweet as our road trip had ended however we knew that this was the beginning of something even grander. The feeling when we first arrived is still ever so present within me and I doubt I will ever forget the blissful butterflies seeming within for the rest of my life.
The
PDC was getting started and we arrived when Jocelyn was preparing lunch so we began walking around exploring Base Camp and looking for Paul. Down in the Prius comes Jocelyn and we were greeted ever so warmly with a deep sense of welcoming comfort as all of my nervousness evaporated away. I was then assured that is a community based on common unity. As the first week went on Taylor and I began our
bootcamp adventure with the honor of working alongside our new companions Fred and Jaqi , oh have we shared a few laughs together, we make everything fun. Construction on the wofati was my first task as we sang Akuna Matata with a drill and level in hand. I had the bountiful experience of being apart of the
PDC and finally making friends with like-minded people who truly want to see change in this world. Those were the best conversations of my life and those many connections will forever be in my heart. My first encounter with Wild man Cass had me knowing we were going to be best buds, I didnt think I would ever meet someone more excited about permaculture than me. To meet
Alan, a man with such a stupendous breadth of wisdom was quite the experience. The many enlightening conversations will forever be cherished, not to mention his shared love of Qigong. This for sure set the tone of surprises waiting around the corner. Going to Missoula, my ideal city, the first weekend was a wonderful experience. I got a nice pair of moccasins that I've now sown three times and a singing bowl at a Tibetan shop owned by a lady named Na'wan who guided us to the Tibetan solstice festival at the 1001 Buddhas that just so happened to be that same day. That was the second time a Tibetan shop just came to me. A highlight of the first week was definitely working in the smoothly operating kitchen as Jocelyn taught me some recipes and we cooked for the PDC students. I even got to sit in on lectures about Herbalism and seed saving. After the first week it was apparent as ever that this was the life I was craving, from the willow feeders, the
shower shack, riding in the back of Doug(he's been through some shit) to community living I double down and am all in! Tent living up on the volcano provided for some marvelous star gazing and photo ops with Jupiter just to the right I could reach out and touch him. Waking up to the misty dew rolling through the mountains still to this day evokes a mystical vibe that enlivens my rising as I take my first grounding step of the day. As the PDC came to a close the community
energy was so high I didn't want anyone to leave. The talent show was the icing on the cake, I've never laughed so hard in my life . (Im laughing as I write this)
Wheaton labs began feeling like home. The amount of things I learned in just the first 2 weeks is absolutely amazing, it would be impossible to recount. I think driving the
tractor to allerton abbey and just bearing witness to and being apart of a rising community are the highest of the highlights of the first 2 weeks.
Although saying goodbye to the PDC community was difficult the next week started off on a great note with the arrival of some of the ATC students and Paul's tour where he displayed one of his talents of making me non-stop laugh. Seeing ant village really inspired and motivated me to gain the knowledge and experience to one day build my own home sourced directly from Mama. Soon arrived Uncle Mud who needs no introduction and his companion Handyman Rodney. Through his many stories during our hot springs trip Uncle mud taught me a lot about cobbing, natural building, and gave me many ideas to pursue one day. During the ATC the vibe definitely changed as there was less structure and more free flowing lessons and tinkering here, there and everywhere. It gave me a very unique opportunity to gain various skills each and everyday by giving a hand to whoever needed help. I also got to know the shop pretty good after cleaning it everyday to make sure the students had an organized experience. I love the saying, a clean space makes a clean mind. I learned how to properly chop
wood, Prior to that I was going against the grain and wondering how anyone did this. I also helped erect a fragment of the junk pole
fence to keep out the wild turkeys. Although power tools and heavy fossil fuel machinery arent in my vision of the future I did acquire skills in that arena in case I see them as a tool worth using during the start of my homestead. Maybe by that time free energy mechanics will have reentered our consciousness. The ATC definitely provided me with some insight as to what
appropriate technology is and having that experience was priceless. The highlight of the fourth week was hands down learning to
cob and applying it to the wofati, thats what I call an invaluable skill that I one day hope to apply. This week is when my natural building dreams began to uprise. I find myself being drawn to the native style dwellings such as wigwams, long houses and teepees and am in love with the idea of sourcing all my materials directly from the
land without any inputs. That is my dream and I know it will take time and a whole lot of skill building but I am confident I will get there. Maybe a debris hut will be a good start? I shall see.
The next week the bootcamp expanded with my good friends Jen and
Josiah joining the squad making the days seem shorter and moments more memorable. I had a lot of ideas come through early in the week as I began taking more time to reflect and evaluate where I am at in my journey and what I need to do to progress. Clarity was not yet completely clear but pieces were beginning to fall into place. I started taking more time to read some books such as How to Know Higher Words and Steiner's Agriculture lectures which help me connect to my higher mind. I also started reading The Resilient Farm and Homestead which Cass gave me. The intensiveness of the labor took off this week as we started to prepare the cob ingredients, mix and apply in rotation. I can feel myself exponentially growing. Excitement is truly pulsing through me. This was also the first week I began cooking for myself and getting a feel for how the bootcamp actually is without an event going on, a new sense of freedom and responsibility was definitely felt. I also started experimenting with a more raw diet as I believe that is whats best for my body. I can say for certainty that I have a lot more energy and I am no longer hungry during working hours. Josiah has been teaching me some cooking skills and showed me how to sprout lentils and beans so I've been eating a lot more living food. Some call it the "electric diet". I always had the intention of eating all raw foods and its seemingly happened in a natural steady progression without even having to try.
I got some exciting news from home that my three sisters
hugel started bearing some golden zucchini that my younger sister Kylie harvested. She also gave me FaceTime updates on my berry bushes:blackberry, red currant, elderberry, Wineberry(wild translated), as well as the hardy kiwi and fruit
trees I planted. Some of the trees had to be relocated during the demolition of the "grave sites" so the mulberry didn't survive but the Italian blue plum is doing very well as are the Fuji, Red Delicious and Granny Smith Apples. The potatoes snd other
root crops are also being harvested after the New Moon. My potted persimmon and loquat are also doing wonderfully as well as Taylors white pine. Before we left Taylor and I also went around our property and found a bunch of baby maple trees that we potted to be planted when we stop home. The goal was to grow more trees that the tree cutters cannot cut down, I was getting annoyed having to yell every time they tried. I did find an easy solution, park in front of the trees.:) I miss my birch and sycamore, I had the intention of tapping them but I couldn't seem to do it with a knife without having to lick it off the bark so I was going to buy the kit. I also really miss my secret neighborhood trail to the Nissequogue River where me and Taylor called home for a period of time....until we got swept up by the rain, it is named the river of mud, I wonder how the coons are doing.
Most if not all of that week was spent at the wofati cobbing, we made a lot of progress....teamwork makes the dreamwork. I can now envision Jen living in it over the winter! The week drew to a close with me picking the new British boot, Fred, up from the airport. The next morning Jocelyn, Fred and I went to the market and I got my sisters some gifts and myself some cottonwood bud salve and a piece of labradorite. I also found a rather large Saskatoon bush that was just waiting to be harvested, there was too many to pick. This post i getting really long so I'll leave it there for now. I intend to post every week going forward and share stories and pictures here and there.
The journey continues as I collect more pieces to the puzzle of life as I conclude my writing this day in the red cabin, my new dwelling for now. I value and take each and every experience as growth no natter what and with that mindset I find fulfillment in all my actions. To all who resonate with my journey or just find what I have to say interesting I shall keep updated through this thread. Until next time, may we all find common unity.
~Zach Simone