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From Mt. Olympus... or close to it. And all thanks to?... internal combustion engines, petrochemicals, factories, diesel exhaust, carcinogens, money psychosis... harm to people and our habitat! but, only in part. Also, thanks to the sun, soil, rocks, photosynthesis, water and people using their food energy to move and utilize their intelligence and wisdom they've learned from our ancestors. How fundamental are plants, flowers and herbs to our good health? Hot water? Hot water and plants!? So seemingly simple and profound.

This "Titan Tisane" is mixture of yerba mate from Argentina, mountain tea from Greece, mixed herbs and flowers from Jordan and honey from bees that grazed on sunflowers in Mexico. Incredible!

All I had to do was use a digital map on a smartphone that's connected to satellites and antennae to find the markets in Portland, Oregon and then use the public bus and train system to be moved to the shops. I had to use digital money on various radio frequency identification antennae-cards and various pixelated information displays to attain these phytonutrients, minerals and sugars. Acquiring the bombilla, the metal filter straw, was the highlight of the adventure across town. Most of these items were in one shop in Portland called Barbur World Foods. What an amazing shop. This herbal mixture of rosebuds, chamomile, linden flower, melissa flower, anise and fennel I had never encountered before! All of it whole, dried plants. And mountain tea, sideritis raesiri, I also had never encountered before! A sack full of dried flower parts and nothing more! Those items and the yerba mate were all on the same aisle of shelves in the shop. My quest for a bombilla and yerba became Titan Tisane of which I had never tasted before in my life.

Not long ago, before I was horribly tortured in a dungeon and forced to eat genetically modified meat substitutes and white cubes of tofu for Thanksgiving dinner, I was cultivating a tisane garden in my own backyard...occasionally with some south American yerba, as well ;) Finally, I have returned to the uplifting sipping experience of herbal tisane! What a mood improvement booster! How mentally stimulating! What delicious, floral flavors!

These cities are disgusting in design with pollution and abuse. Yet, braving all of that and trying to utilize precautions and reasonable ethical choices, there is an abundance of good health available within these districts! What a conundrum of sadomasochism, pathological abuse and good health! Salud!

while alone in my apartment during the pandemic i was meditating often. i was also smoking weed, drinking beer, cooking, eating fruit, gardening and making video art of different kinds. i was also having deep thoughts about the society and culture i live in and have experienced in travels. there was a time in my observations of my thoughts and creativity that i was noticing how every bowl i smoked, how every sip of beer, how sitting in meditation would inspire a creative thought or idea or epiphany. yes, i was noticing how one sip of beer would inspire a new creative thought in my mind. yes i was hypomanic, hypervigilant, paranoid, anxious and depressed during that time as well. i was having a intense artistic flow and then i was poisoned by a chemical attack that happened to a man i was trying to help. he was sleeping on the sidewalk in a tent and i allowed him to use my apartment for things and sleep there when it was freezing. he was attacked by someone with a chemical spray and while i was trying to help him i was also poisoned by the chemicals that were on him. he may have been part of the attack against me, he may have been mind tricked by the empire and used as a weapon, we may have both been attacked by a gang. i dont know for certain, but i know that the creative flow i was having became an observation of migraines and having to sleep to heal. it felt like a concussion or an aneurysm stroke. i still taste and smell the chemical sometimes and it hurts my head, most likely my sinuses or lymph nodes or something. that was maybe two years ago now and that definitely changed the sensations in my head and i think i am mostly healed now, though i've had more headaches than ever since then and other things like dyslexia increased. and i am extra sensitive to chemical fumes in my habitat from engines, cleaners, appliances, etc. they are difficult to escape! recently i have been experimenting with tisane from my garden and our allotment which has some wild herbs as well. and again i started to notice how each cup of tisane is inspiring new creative thoughts in my mind. i would like to tell everyone that BRONZE FENNEL is an excellent mineral source and flavor source for creativity and inspiring thoughts! that's why i wanted to make these art cards about bronze fennel, tisane and herb gardens. what will the garden help us dream into existence next?

while sheltering in place in my apartment in eugene, oregon during the pandemic i had many realizations, visions, insights and delusions about the design of the society we live within. one of which is the prolific use of bricks and cement rectangles. i deduced that the gray cement rectangles are a code in the design for people to be programmed to stay on the bricks. like sidewalks, for example. after noticing this i would intentionally try to catch myself keeping on the bricks, on a pathway in a park for instance, even when there is mowed, walk-able grass near to the path. it occurred to me that subconsciously my feet would walk and stand on the cement if i wasn't intentional about not standing on the cement.

the other day i was at an electric car charging station that i had used dozens of times over a few years in eugene. sometimes i would take a short walk while the car was charging. this time i was using my "brick melter" skill to look for grass and trees to walk on and around. that lead me across the wide street to a rectangle of undulating grass with trees. this area was in-between the sidewalk and a large, multi-story, cubicle, gray painted building that was housing health insurance offices. when i arrived on the grass i was immediately stepping on acorns. from my recent education about gaelic druids and the ogham alphabet i knew that the trees were oak trees! i picked up an acorn and peeled it and nibbled on it. it had a bitter flavor and i spit it out because i knew they needed to prepared or cooked for digestion. nonetheless, i was harvesting oak acorns from the grasses amongst the oak trees rather than walking on gray rectangles! there was a hummingbird singing it's song at the top of one of the trees. i continued on the grass and maneuvered around some other grid structures that were surrounding a gigantic parking lot of flat asphalt and rectilinear areas of trees and soil. at the next intersection of roads, the grass, sidewalks, streets and parking lot all merged into cement with a plastic cigarette-butt receptacle in the pathway and i saw the grasses and trees and leaves on the ground across the street. to my astonishment it was a hazel tree orchard! it wasn't even fenced off or posted with signage! the trees did not appear to have much recent pruning to them and had thick, old trunks so i couldn't deduce whether it was being tended or not. but, the ground was loaded with hazelnuts in the shell and thick layers of leaves. i love hazelnuts and they are another tree and food that the druids and ogham alphabet teach about.

after multiple years of utilizing that car charging station i had never been into that hazelnut orchard. what a pity. how sad that i missed out on all of that nourishing food and activity of gathering nuts. instead i was often eating potato or corn chips from a bag from the grocery store in my parked car. the new "brick melter" skill i had been practicing truly lead me into a profoundly druidic occurrence as if a part of a map, or an area of land, was hidden until i utilized the skill.