Waziyatawin, re: her initial challenge

Back when a friend of mine read over the manifesto”Unsettling Ourselves: Reflections and Resources for Deconstructing Colonial Mentality” it was Waziyatawin’s and a few other voices which touched his heart the most (and shook it up!). He shared some notes with me, which are excerpted below.

Re: How Minnesotans Wrested the Land From Dakota People, from What Does Justice Look Like? (page 12)  and, especially Understanding Colonizer Status (page 151 )

Here is that settler’s response of late:

“i think i better see, now, what she was saying. They are put into the COLON of ‘colonized’ and ‘colonizing’, while settlers and such, while threatened with such, usually only experience the COLON at the end of their lives, when they are marginalized elders, (i.e. of nuclear-ized family trajectory). Settlers ARE privileged with oppression, but not colonization. We are oppressed in myriad –blocked in diverse ways from voicing our independent feelings and HEART. Even when we want to see a mutually-beneficial outcome ALL AROUND (including the war-mongers), the FEAR-STUCK MUST Follow Orders. Becuz they Know No Better.”

What do YOU think?

powerful quotes from an Onkwehonwe

The following set of quotes comes from the 2005 book Wasase: Indigenous Pathways of Action and Freedom, by Gerald Taiaiake Alfred. Excerpts from page 130.

“…constructing one’s identity and life strictly in opposition to the colonizer is another form of white man worship. All of these are false representations of the Onkwehonwe heritage and struggle. All of them, from the soft and passive legalist to the hard-core guerrilla fighter, demand on the part of Onkwehonwe an abandonment of our rooted identities and the adoption of one that is consistent with a submissive culture or a foreign culture. To fight against genocide, we are told to arm ourselves and take vengeance…. To fight against economic oppression, we are told to become capitalists and to live for money. To fight against unfair laws, we are told to become lawyers and change the system from within. None of these paths is our own! And none of them are capable of liberating us from colonialism with our Onkwehonwe spirits and identities intact. They demand that we surrender our true selves to become what it is we are fighting against….

“All of these submissive or foreign ways….are predicated on a dualism of one sort or another, locking us into a perpetual relationship with the force we are opposing….Any success at armed resistance, economic development, or in the law, in fact implies a profound defeat in the long run for Onkwehonwe.

Check out more of what Taiaiake has to say on youtube or at his website:


Hey settler, you call yourself a ‘NATIVE’ American?

Needed to get rid of some old papers and found a few gems….

….A little thinking-things-thru for those who think of themselves as “natives” to north america. It’s kinda roughly done, so if you want to re-write it, or add this to something you’ve been wanting to put toghether for your own blog, feel free!

A) Knowing nothing of local flora, labels food and medicinal plants as “weeds” and “pests” and uses imported absolutes to suppress them so they can have “peace”. Eventually poisons ground water and all surface water with broad-ranging consequences to not only all wild life, but their own lives (and the lives of their grandkids, and so on).

B) Knowing little to nothing about local wild life, labels such “pests” and does not even try to listen to their gifts; being unable to even imagine such “crazy” and “irrational” things! Will not share their resources (i.e. gardens) and believes such critters should stay “in their own” truly nonexistent lands.

1) Gardening: Imagine one garden “just for” the wild critters, and your own garden(s) fenced off. Such would allow “weeds” to freely grow, and you might plant some other succulents that you know the wild critters like. (What do YOU think?)


C) Not recalling the true inclinations of their “own” domesticated ‘pets’, they see nothing wrong in letting them freely chase, hound, and kill (often without eating ’em) wild life thru-0ut said wild-life’s alleged “protected” areas…proving that the wild critters have no true land-base truly to themselves.

i’ve noted that this is changing, as settlers are more and more being excluded completely from refuges (not a good thing, but i can see why), at least near cities. In more rural areas, such “wildlife refuges” are often situated right next to all kinds of macho Bubbas (and their angry, flailing, armed teens) with their dogs hyped up to protect them/their land (often killing wildlife as a consequence to such training, even when not directed to do such). i recall one place, in SE WA state, where a FIRING RANGE was right next to such a “refuge”!

D) The need to “mow” one’s grass. Yes, it “makes sense” to cut grass around your immediately-used areas, but to mow everything? Doing such merely because it is a Capital Rule of Settlerdom? And the whole idea of having the monocrop of “grass”, which feeds right into the interests of all those waiting to exploit, i.e. using monocrops means depletion of the soil, quite quickly, and then the need for all those crazy Monsanto products (a whole other ball of poison wax!) and the like.

i thought i had more on this in my notes, but i guess not. No, wait, i’ll have to look around!


a vision for anti-DAPL challenges

i’ve been thinking about this strategy for a long time, and it makes sense to me. Let’s see what you think.

If and when the police are ordered to begin beating water protectors, the line of veterans willing to stand is certainly one powerful way to psychicly bridge with the adversary and their minions. So what might other approaches, in similar veins be?

What if people began “arming their desires” much more creatively? If they’re going to HAVE TO get beaten up by the municipal soldiers, why not go through that from the vantage space of their heart being put into it?

So….what if affinity groups began dressing in ways that are sure to maximise public empathy (as they get knocked around by batons)?

What if some of these ways included wearing faux fur outfits resembling teddy bears and that kind of cuddly-looking type animal? The intent would be to reach people’s heart-strings, after all. To expose the brutality with images even more endearing or hard-hitting than expected.

Imagine lines of different heart-string-pulling groups, wearing diverse outfits, all getting beat up, on live TV. What kind of effect might this have? If we’re going to have to get beaten anyway, why not approach the whole thing a lot more creatively, to bring out our SPIRITS!

Pros/cons anyone? (and feel free NOT to discuss it here, but in your own networks; i’m just an idea guy..:)

Badass Champion Critter Shows Its Pipsqueak Power!

i had a whispery premonition that wouldn’t go away as i returned recently to my camp semi-late lastnight. Something “out of the ordinary” was up when i returned! i thought for sure it was a friend who’d finally taken me up on exploring my invite to get away from the noise of the city and enjoy relative quiet, but no!

As i neared the entrance of my lean-to-like camp, the unconscious feeling grew larger, and i poked and prodded a small stick in, wondering if anyone was inside.

Well, next thing i knew, something challenged my entrance as i pulled back the sash into my spot, lunging once and then a second time with a small weasley/nasally grunt. i backed off in surprise and gave it plenty of room. Slowly approaching again from an off-set angle to the entrance, explaining my need to get back into my home, i whacked the side of my space with my stick, wanting to scare the critter off. And then, wondering at my martialism, changed my counter-aggression, as i realized that the critter could easily be a “sign”, spiritually. And i began calling it Elder, and apologized for executing a wouldbe violent response, all the while calling out to it that i just wanted my home back!

As i crept up at less-direct (and more defensible) route, i said these words, centering myself back into more of a respectful way. By the time i got back up there again, it had taken off, i was glad to find (tho later i carefully prodded my sleep-bag to make sure!).

(This situation, one of falling back first on violent self-defense (with a stick) when faced with Unknown intensity, and then more centered to where i would rather be focused– coming towards situations with a more spiritual approach and wanting to learn– seems to be a continual pattern, moving me to understand that it DOES take a lifetime to re-learn/remember decolonizing interactions!)

i thought sure, at first, that it was a large Raccoon. But upon reflection, it seemed like the size of it was like a small muskrat, but the territory wasn’t right…So, was it a GROUNDHOG??? Or maybe it was “merely” one of those badass squirrels! (whom DO seem to be my spirit animals!)

i never did find out (at least not yet). It could well have been a squirrel, bunching up its tail as fluffy as it could, but then again, this happened after dark, and folks tell me that squirrels don’t run around after nightfall. Hmmm, so what was it? Perhaps i’ll find out in coming days!

Other encounters

Some kind of critter, maybe as big as a coyote, has also been sitting behind my lean-to-like campspot, eating stuff more often of late. It’s pretty nifty, as long as it doesn’t start trying to break in! (i have been sharing food scraps nightly, and as the response grew, i began putting the scraps further away from my spot, to keep them from over-running me (tho i like having them hang out on me from time to time, too). This works a lot better, i find, at least for my spirituality, than doing what most settler people do, when thinking nothing of killing such “pests”.)

The night previous to this latest experience, i had somewhat of a surprise as well. Right as i said some sacred words (which i use to hail stealthy-sounding approachers), i thought for sure something/someone threw something into my space, via my “window”, knocking into me (rather lightly). Immediately after that energy (it was almost pitch dark), something made a noise outside as tho running thru low underbrush, but only twice. Then it stopped. i listened for a good half-hour, not making a sound.

Only after a good long time of listening carefully and thinking about it, did i come to the conclusion that a food bag that i had put up in my “rafters” (not really, but kind of like that), had suddenly fallen. But did some kind of outside critter MAKE it fall???? Perhaps!

Perhaps it had decided to launch itself from a perch above my lean-to, slide down the roof, and then stop when this motion made the bag fall, only to run in a straightline away, over the low bushes, a second or three later.

To note, early when i first began encroaching (yes, i did say that) on the spot (about 2 months back), having set up the camp for a week or three before i actually moved in, to see how things went, some animal made its voice heard, seemingly warning me to not encroach any further into this particular forest (and beyond a cursory exploration, i did not). But that call wasn’t in “anger”, more like “a heads-up”. Nine times it spoke its voice-call, and i didn’t hear it again.


Local hermits think there’s a Yeti (a.k.a. Sasquatch) in the area, but i haven’t experienced anything of that intensity. More likely, just the usual uninformed settler mind trying to scare people… i did smell, quite strongly, a bear once, while walking a trail that had been severed from routine travel due to ice-storm; trees down across the trail everywhere, and slow-going for walkers. And think i saw it in the distance, covered in iceyness. And then heard it later that night, responding to a bunch of dogs yelling at it with a single, plain, bear-like commentary. But it never openly visited me.

Many years of no probs

i’ve  been living free for many years now and have seldom experienced this sort of stuff; then again, i’ve only wintered over in places four times, out of over 30 years of experience. And that might be the clincher: Wild folk acting in the context of their systematically reduced refuges and the colder-than-normal climate (here)…

Oh sure, plenty of mice get in and chew on things they need, but nothing like a critter actually staying around after hearing me approach. And this all just a little ways beyond city limits (where less police harassment and/or media-hysterified-locals  is likely); but i  have also been on the borders of true wilderness as well.

Oh, sure, it’s well known that bears and cougars stop by from time to time around here, but i seldom even hear them. Except for the bear voice i heard…

Another time

One time, back in Odawa Nation country, i fool-heartedly set up a camp for a few nights smack dab on a well-used trail. i knew it would be an inconvenience to the locals, but i could find no other halfway decent spot! Well, later that night, the strangest-sounding voice i EVER heard, spoke out, challenging my presence. i thought it HAD TO BE a Wolverine! But it turned out to be something like a Fischer Cat, i thought, after listening to this video.

What was it up to?

Anyway, soon after experiencing this BADASS champion critter get up In My Face directly (for once!), i got to thinking of the movie Caddyshack, where that one Gopher totally messes with Bill Murray. Tho small, that critter had some balls! (the POWER of the pipsqueaks!)

It turned out it did not piss all over my stuff, nor did it even “get into” my food (some of which is not “protected”), nor did it even chew anything! So what was it doing? Maybe it was doing a version of Goldylocks and the Bears, the squirrelcritter being Goldylocks…heh heh. Sleeping soundly on my sleepbag until i had the audacity to roust it from some Great Dream…NO WONDER its reaction!

“You STUPID human! I can’t BELIEVE you WOKE ME just at THE BEST PART of my dream!!!!”


“You dumb settler fool! Your Yoda i am, to TEACH you here i am and come at me, you, like i’m some sort of PEST! Sheesh! Skywalker NOT taught this time!”


Tillamook has no Indians?

Awhile back I was hanging around Tillamook and one time I was taken aside by some settler guy who told me that “there are no Indians in Tillamook”. It felt like a veiled threat, as I was living outside of town in the woods at the time. Understanding that the history of the area includes forcefully kicked out Indigenous families, I had to wonder what this guy was getting at.

Would it be a good idea to stop in with a group of Injuns (heh) and see if they might rouse up some bigots? Just wondering….

…..Been thinking about sharing this experience with y’all for a long time now…..

Going nomadic again for awhile

So i left that old camp of almost 2 years (such a LOVELY experience to stay in one place for so loooong!!!!!) and began heading to a large city south of there, and then to points other after that. Took a month to slowly make my way, taking needed time to visit several large Old Growth Forests along the way. A really fine way to travel!

One of these days i’ll have to put all of those notes to text here and share the more inspiring portions!

latest report: one tree falls and other UNSETTLING experiences

i’ve now vacated the camp, after spending two winters there (only missing 2 months once last winter), and one summer. Wrote up a few things about staying there when i was still there, and here’s what i have for now:

Listening out here in the forest. The strong spirit winds, oh my, surging throo the tree tops selectively, as tho in search of relatives, and all other shapes of moM EartH!

Listening for more than a year now. Sometimes listening to my radio. Often listening to both, for security reasons. Listening with one earphone in my ear, the other paying attention to noises outside my little semi-vulnerable spot. (Who might suddenly show up? Cops? Some off-balance citizen? Vigilantes “finally” finding me?)

i greet the noises with a sacred Lakota phrase i learned after many sweatlodges. It keeps me calm, and centered where i wish to be. And shows approachers that i am not afraid.

The slide of a squirrelly one down one of my tarps, or a branch moving against something via the wind ghosts. The creak or clunk of trees knocking into each other.

One tree finally mostly fell. Several pieces blumped down during one of the more windy days, right upon one o’ my protection poles (built up in a teepee design over my main “lean-to”), but no harm to me. Heavy, i learned, they are. Oh my. And that was the smaller one!

The other one that was also notably dead (note: trees that seem perfectly alive DO fall as well) still stands, and was a relief to me when i finally moved on, leaving the area (i confess!). Despite heavily-holed marks by the local “Pileated Woodpecker” (those bigger woodpeckers) seeming to tell me that it no longer even has food in its wood, soooo, it’s SURE to fall in the last days before you finally leave!

Yes, i did leave a note drawing attention to the fact of this one openly dead tree, in case folks stumble across my spot (at least 6 folks now know my spot, with 3 having stumbled across it, and 2 whom i showed; 2 were openly forest service personnel, and two were likely covert agents of the state, i thought due to the way they engaged me, unlike anyone else). Also left provisions safely protected in tins, as well as some sleeping bags and insulation hanging up so that they might last longer than if they were on the ground (and get marrauded by slugs). And some other stuff (and, yes, some of my ART). Was thinking it would be great if others utilized my camp for their needs, emergency or just to escape city mind.

Symbolic Threat

Let me say, i DID TEST that other dead tree (about 10 inches in circumference) which i’ve discussed before on this blog. i tested it, twice, by tying a long rope to it and then proceeding to waggle it around from a good, relatively safe distance. But it was still quite strong inside and beneath all the holes in its bark. Not even a creak!

Anyway, besides my being UNSETTLED by its THREAT, i really loved the OUTRAGEOUSLY CRAZY IDEA of LettiNg that tree fall freely instead of falling back on typical settler mind and cutting it down. It was a symbolic threat readily comparable to other threats hanging over my head for a long time; such as if/when the State would begin to persecute me due to all my daring in years past. And so by having it, it aided me in emotional/psyche prep for “the worst” in other scenarios i find i have to think about. That tree might’ve fallen at “Any Time”: Like The State might’ve pounced and crushed me at any time.

Wradically empathizing with that youngish tree, thinking that it may well be out of its evolutionary native soils –was it a Native tree? i had no idea.  And as well, it had no elders to protect it –long ago logged out of that area, with only a smattering of big trees around.

“Walking thru” and between a lot of the Fear, Incorporated planted in my head. Listening with HEART.


HARK! Ladies streaming in from everywhere! All bent on helping me! Nurses! Mosquito Nurses! Whom i began to poetically call Nurse-squitos!

Young enough, still, to survive “West Nile Virus” via allegedly forever dangerous mosquitos! (IN WHAT CONTEXT?? WITH OVERFLOWING SEWAGE AROUND??)

What if they are merely another mystified extension of “heaven” on moM EartH? What if they have a role in ASSISTING all other shapes of moM EartH? What if they are removing toxins as they nutrify themselves? What if these creatures, like so many other demonized creatures and other suppressed truths, have been completely misinformed on? It would “make sense” when we really begin to look at how settler-centric society does things. From settlers seeking a way to Make a Living (and exploiting our trust in them, or the science they may’ve hid behind), to reps of statecraft consciously seeking to divide us as much as possible from our powers/connections, so to more easily move against us when they alienatedly decide to.

Such makes sense!

Thus, with that poetic in mind i opened myself up to the Nurse-squitos, letting ’em bite as a rite from early July 2015 all the way to mid-April, 2016. …To see what happens when such militant pronoia is brought to the fore; that is, not using ANY toxic chemical or other repellant, nor using ANY netting! (but, alas, using sometimes heavyish doses of ganja to help me deal with pain…that is not actually a whole lot different than getting a tatoo!

Most nights there would only be 1-5 of them or so, i re-discovered. Usually only one during the winter’s coldest months would stop by every few days, get its fill, and fly off. Later, in the two springs i was there, up to 5 or so of ’em would show up –unless i, or someone else had accidentally or ignorantly disturbed one of their nearby sanctuaries (i.e. under a piece of cardboard i had discarded because it had gotten wet and had begun to mildew).

i began exploring “speaking to them” intuitively. Consciously i would tell them something, like, don’t go near my eyes or you die; or, please work on my jaw area, because i had some pain troubles with my gums/teeth. And to my astonishment, they would ACTUALLY GO TO THOSE SPOTS and feed there!!!! And even more astonishing, even a few days later, when i figured they had died and the next generation had been born, those ones would go to my jaw first! And, yes, the dull pain and swelling i was experiencing for several months before all this eventually went away. It was really uncanny, and moves me to challenge critical settlers to explore this kind of thing in their sciences! Eh?!?

That was one example. Another example was when, just before i finally left that camp, the nurse-squitos seemed to want to send me off with a gift. That is, they miraculously CLEARED UP MY EYESIGHT the day before i left. Twice one nurse-squito flew near me (like they did when they wanted me to know they were there openly) and then over to a vein to the side of my eye, first on one side, then, later on the other. ONE nurse-squito! I TRULY COULD NOT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

Modern VOODOO witches, the c.d.c. and c.i.a. scaring settlerminded-stuck folk from even exploring, much less imagining a whole other world outside of their Great Society Box.

How many ways have we been boondoggled???? Can you even make a list of over 10 things??


Over time, i definitely began experiencing different kinds of re-connexions with my fellow shapes of moM EartH! i remember one evening, happening to look up thru one of the spaces in my roof to “just happen to see” an owl’s shape fly towards me, a 3/4 moon in the background.

Uncanny ideas would come to my mind, like WHAT IF mice are actually not at all REALLY afraid to die (and be eaten by Owls), but actually CALL OWLS AND SEEK TO BECOME ONE WITH THEM, SO TO EXPERIENCE FLYING? Or, perhaps there are a few champion mice out there who know how to RIDE OWLS!



honoriNg a young tree in an unsettling way

“ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD CUT THAT DEAD TREE OUT OF HARM’S WAY and Return To More Important Matters –and STOP that CRAZY line of IRRATIONALITY!!!”–Normal Settler Way of Seeing things

A young tree has died before it’s time nearby my shelter. It has shed its limbs and now its bark is falling off. It is about 2 feet in circumference at its base. When i finally noticed it (about 9 months ago), i was certainly unsettled! Wondering whether it was going to fall on my shelter (reinforced as it is, with rope lashings and such, would it be strong enough to protect me from its force???), and then spending time looking closely, and seeing where i think it’s going to fall. And thinking i’m seeing where it’s most likely to fall (right next to my shelter, but not on it).

Most settler types, even “unsettler” types would likely think nothing of intervening on this fear by “Just Cutting It Down” in a safe way. Well, i got to thinking and mulling it over. Here’s a tree that didnt get a chance to share its spirit as it might’ve wanted to. And then it was to fall over and die, and “normally” would do this freely if i wasn’t there. And since i am there, ENCROACHING on all, maybe i need to pray on it for awhile, and explore my fears on this.

Call me crazy and even insane, but i chose to live under the FEAR of it falling on my shelter/me, and to try to work/think/pray it through!

Anyway, its a kind of metaphor. That is, the tree (smallish tho it is, its water-logged weight could easily be quite a force as it falls) is like the threat of The State, and What Is Likely To Happen to me if and when The State feels like fucking with me, and doing whatever it has to do (i.e. once it learns my identity). That could easily be like a tree falling suddenly, and possibly crushing the life out of me, directly or indirectly.

So by praying through this fear of an unknown, i think i am also helping myself deal with the continual threat of The State having its way with me (this could very well happen even if i am a full Goody Two-Shoes, btw). How/why? Well, lessee, because i am a neo-NDN, that’s why… Demonized by the current settler-manager strategy to keep The Masses Properly Distracted…(no, you dont get it, but that’s okay, for now).

So i continue, not intervening on this. Flowing with it, kind of. Working thru my fear.

Letting it fall as the forest spirits have seemingly gathered in a sacred rite of passages observance. Looking at the way that the other growths have shaped themselves around where i suspect it will fall…it is a curious thing. Two smaller young trees likely to somewhat soften the full force of the perhaps 500 pounds of falling pressure that it might have when it finally falls. Will it take out other branches from another three, thus causing more havoc? Will another tree fall with it when it bumps ’em?

i laugh to myself about returning to this camp when i’m 75 someday and finding it STILL standing! Heh heh!

And in all of this, do OTHER levels of spirituality OPEN UP???? Sometimes i think so!

More than a YEAR of holding this camp!

Lots of far-out experiences in holding this camp for more than a year now! Here’s some, with assistance from a sacred herb:

Training by squirrel people.

Experiences: From being trained by the squirrel people in etiquette regarding them/us, to experiencing moving through a continuing fear about a nearby tree that is getting ready to fall (and my wanting to honor it by not intervening by cutting it out of “my way”), to getting attitude adjustments concerning the Raven people, to experiencing touching surprises from the freaky mouse people, and even the wind spirits.

i’m doing a World Indigenous Excellences honoriNg camp! (one of these days i might be able to finally upload some images from my cheap-o phone camera…)

–and Artists-Idle-No-More!/artists for social response ability!

Laying my body down with and for World Indigenous excellences, herstorical and being remembered again. Challenging Alienation, Inc. by occupying Stolen Lands as ARTISTS-IDLE-NO-MORE! Getting arrested eventually and put thru that ‘rite of passage’.

“Walking through” and b’tween Fear, Inc. and its war-stuck minions, Listening WITH HEART. Not “merely” as a greenhorn “newbie”; as a somewhat seasoned outdoor rogue adventurer! Living by my own power, and yet escaping becoming the totally crazed hermit of the forest!

Unsettling fellow poets and critical thinkers by my decolonizingish WEIRDness!


Young enough, still, to be going thru “West Nile Virus” hysteria, letting the LADY MOSQUITOS (nurse-squitos!?!) suck me (heh!) freely! And using NO “bug spray” since July, 2015! And wondering what their REAL purpose is; having weird meta communications with them: i tell them in my mind, stay away from my eyes and i won’t kill you; suck out my toxins (!) by my jaw, that’s okay, cuz i could likely VERY MUCH use help there! And THEN, a bunch of ’em seem to understand me! And they congregate in that area! Including future days!

Sure, i still squish them (out of learned reflex) from time to time…

HOW ABOUT THAT OWL I “HAPPENED” TO SEE APPROACH my camp? 3/4 MOON IN BACKGROUND. sAW IT THRU MY SMALL TARP CANOPY WINDOW…. There used to be two of them, owls. Making their freaky-ass sounds which i very much loved listening to. But then one of them apparently got hit by a truck (i happened upon it along the road), and now the single owl is mostly quiet. If only i could figure out how to do their call!

WHAT IF MICE WERE ONCE OWL RIDERS? Could they relearn that excellence? What might WE do to help them remember?

SQUIRREL trains me to share my food a little:

i’m starting to finally see, greatly spirited CHAMPION of her people iz squirrely-she!

Thought i could stick to some ‘settled’ ways and keep my food wholly separated from this spiritual challenge! HaH! Various UNCANNY encounters with this FELLOW SHAPE OF THE EARTH prove to me how STUPIDIZED i’ve been! No longer trying to “protect” my food from her chewings! (getting thru a strong plastic top in ONE afternoon!) Now i share, and find a much more easy-going interaction with her. (She no longer wakes me up early, for one)

Getting depressed a little too much, and WHAT happens? A mouse nudges my finger in “a just right way”, surprising me, and pushing me away from my tendency to get stuck thinking negatively. Later, a nice, fresh wind reaches in my shelter and surprises me again, moving me further away from my learned gloom.

Stay tuned for more “strange” encounters with fellow shapes of mom earth!