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Coming of Age at the Beginning of the World

Wetiko is a mind virus that is a stunted half-life program inserted into human psyches via information broadcast throughout the systems of the old dead world. The more mainframe schooling, rituals and medicalization we’ve taken in, the more mainframe television and movies we watch, the more government control and theft that we accept in violation of personal authority and property, the less we cultivate personal power in concert with our human instincts and intellect.

Wetiko grows continuously, stealing our soul, depleting our spiritual reservoir, eating away at the genius within us and overwriting our source code.

We cling to the material, to false idols, scarcity, greed, competition and status. We become the forces of wetiko in person, passing it from person to person through every thought, feeling, word and action we experience and express.

Wetiko is a demon that can be expelled by entering a practice of beginning again, opening our minds to natural ancient and emerging information, and relaxing into the living world to remember and express our essential selves in synch with the rhythms and nature of life itself. When we shift our attention and intention away from participating in a sick society to live free as a force of nature in person we jump up alive again to reclaim our souls and potential.

Patti Lindgren, Wild & Salty Healing Company

Well here we are, star date January 5 in the year we call 2021. For me it’s a year I’ve begun with the intent to show up present for my next level coming of age and to do it well in a grounded and centered way toward fulfillment and positive impact in the world of my circles.

I predict that coming of age will be the primary contagion among we the masses, for it seems undeniably written in the stars, the sun, the moon, the mountains, valleys, in the water and on the plains.

So what is a coming of age? We all have the knowing about it within our original blueprint. The world we’ve just left did its’ darndest to separate us from this gnosis though, and so here is a reminder that comes from my own soul journey of healing and becoming through the life phases thus far.

We are born, live through infancy, then toddlerhood, childhood, adolescence, adulthood, partnership, parenthood, elderhood, and death. Each of these phases is a coming of age of a kind, but typically there are two key Comings of Age in every life: adulthood and elderhood.

The key instrument of the separation of humans from their gnosis was explained to me in part by Stephen Jenkinson ~~ Canadian, elder, spiritual guide, social worker, theologian and author of several books, including Die Wise and Come of Age: The case for elderhood in a time of trouble ~~ this way: “sham rites of passage.”

If a fully ensouled rite of passage is as rich as a novel and more at essence, and it is; and an essay is a summary reminder,
and a social media post is a mere fragment,
and a tweet is a shot of light on the surface;
then please consider the birthday parties, career fairs, graduation ceremonies and retirement parties that stand in for rites of passage in modernity at the level of the tweet.

We experience intermediate initiatory experiences repeatedly during our lives. The trouble we experience generally in the old souls-lost world propels us rather blindly into initiatory journey. We get a rough and tumble kick in the ass through some disruption. A relationship of any kind — with people, livelihood, a home, a community — becomes uncomfortable. Boundaries are crossed, boredom sets in, usefulness expires, and sometimes, it will go right into the soul core hurts of abandonment, betrayal, exile or even banishment.

It will have the feeling of unexpected, unwelcome, and perhaps even unexplainable – wyrd (as in supernatural) – and we go lost awhile. In modernity, the spiritual and soul helpers have been largely shunned, silenced, put to sleep, or forced into ‘business’ as they say, leaving virtually no one working at the level of spiritual guardian to people and community to recognize, welcome and hold space for initiatory soul journeys in context.

What kind of world would be in today if there was a place to go when you felt like you were falling apart that had room for anything and everything you had to bring, and responded in kind with a wisdom that surpassed anything you could find in modernity’s stunted systems for health? What if you found a landing that was welcoming, accepting, knowledgeable, affirmative, contextual, authentic, wise, enriching and evolutionary?

The aforementioned Stephen Jenkinson has immersed his life in theology, mainstream social work in the area of death and dying, and a more barefoot kind of social work, as an author and guide for people experiencing deep soul journeys. Randy Thomas Jones is another Canadian with a strong sense of the wild nature in humanity and a specialist in the area of rituals that help the our lost soul parts reintegrate within our own beings and as beings in community. My words for what these fellas are, are natural and village intelligence.

They’ve both shown me the wild nature views of trouble as initiation into a new iteration of self. In more stable times we all go temporarily askew now and then as an initiatory phase. If a community is healthy in soul terms and well-funded with gratitude for the gate keepers of spirit to thrive and hold the frequency for that health, then the one who is going through the change will not only be welcomed by the village, but the whole village will benefit from the healing.

Jenkinson asks a question in at least one of his talks: “What happens when the whole village goes crazy at once?” Ha! And here we are.

Perhaps we can call that exact event “2020”; and from 2021’s coming of age position — on the heels of an incredible year of unearthing seemingly all that lived in the dark shadowy spaces life behind veils, armour and weitko — heal ourselves and our connections with each other.

Just imagine this present moment story 100 years down the road…a story that has been passed down all over earth about how we were headed for hell in a dark spell, and somehow managed to come awake, break the damn thing, and learn our own power, potential, responsibility and honest joy?

We have been experiencing a great cosmic period of recalibration. If Jacqueline-Faye Hobbs (oraclegirl.org) is correct, earth has literally been shaking beneath our feet as the energy grid within her that was being used to transmit frequencies of discord to our nervous systems was dismantled (2015 & 2016); and the gradual reformation of a new grid (2016-present) that transmits the frequencies of natural living and connects individual consciousness is taking shape in the old one’s place.

This recalibration, accompanied by many natural forces for revelation, reclamation and renewal, has moved us all into a coming of age for ourselves and a Coming of the Ages for life itself. The recent cosmic event of the conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter, the Christmas star, is another signpost that we have entered a new age. Our world – our co-creation – is transforming, upgrading, returning home to love, and it’s happening through us.

My own lessons during this time would fill a massive sack, that’s for sure. A couple of key ones, though, especially for people on the other side of 50, perhaps, but for all of us in the by and large, is that being means more than doing, patience is essential, so is self-love, and to move forward in support of the dreams for the future of our youngers that are good, true, and beautiful. If we cling to the old world, we will still experience an initiation, but it will not be an initiation into natural human living in partnership with our abundant and delicious Mother Earth. The choice is ours.

We truly are in the beginning moments of a whole new world. Blessings for your journey. ~love, p

Patti’s Awakening Story

I come to this place in life — elder in training, breaking the spell, claiming sovereignty, consciously evolving, finding real purpose and joy in natural community — through a series of good fortunes and bad, instinct and synchronicity. 

I was born near the sacred lands of Little Manitou Lake in Saskatchewan where I now make my home.  My parents were simple, kind and community-minded people with a natural spirituality, love of nature and admirable moral fabric. 

My grandparents on both sides were little more than peasants economically speaking, and part of the founding of the communities of Renown and Conquest, both in Saskatchewan.  My paternal lines are Norwegian and Swedish, my maternal lines Scottish.  I have enduring bone memories of the old spirituality in my lines and the strong power of my own Canadian Motherland.  I have always had keen instincts and insight, a strong relationship with the land, and a yen for spirit, myth and The Great Work of my own life. 

In 1997 I entered a very challenging phase of loss of loved ones, loss of my marriage and home, and the beginning of my disillusionment with the ways and beliefs in the paradigm we now see falling away.  This trouble quickly accelerated my awakening on a very personal spiritual level which was then further spurred by world events — 9/11 in particular — and what I was learning about the soul loss in people and our systems from my walk through the world as an organizational leader, event and project designer and producer and communications/leadership consultant. 

In 2001 I found my way to Douglas de Long and was introduced to the healing and consciousness work of the old mystery school traditions.  Doug helped me to decalcify my pineal gland, clear my energy field of debris and open to receive guidance and assistance from other dimensions. 

By 2007 I was experiencing extreme tension as I continued to earn my living immersed in the old belief system.  I was visited by a pneumonia two winters in a row.  The grief of losing my elders combined with feeling mis-matched and ahead of my time in this material plane had begun to dominate me.  I knew that another radical shift within was required if I was to recover my well-being and grow as a service provider to people for living well and co-creating healthy lives in community. 

It was at that time that I began to use terms and speak of natural and evolutionary concepts that no one had taught me, to paint images intuitively and receive teachings through them, and to spend my nighttime dreamspace with wise guides, awakening in the mornings with new wisdom and instructions.  As this new consciousness was emerging, so were some weird reactions alongside – a growing impatience and anger (RAGE!) for the ways society as we’ve known it causes extreme harm to people and planet, a quickening of my nervous system, and a sudden urgency for wholesale change.   

I closed my business and entered a new domain, following my instincts to find Angeles Arrien, Barbara Marx Hubbard and Jeanne Houston.  These teachers helped me ride the often turbulent expansion of my consciousness and call in my next level purpose.  During this time I also took Reiki training, which activated my healing abilities and expanded my creative powers. 

What none of these helpers were assisting with very well was my grief.  I was coming off the ground in beautiful dreams for a healthy and sovereign future while spiraling into despair in my soul.  Following my instincts once again, I was delivered into the presence of Randy Thomas Jones, grief ritual choreographer, wild nature teacher and author.  We traveled together for three years.  Along with all of the benefits he personally delivered with his exceptional gifts, he also introduced me to the culture and leaders of the people of Burkina Fasso in West Africa where he had himself trained.  It was deep and difficult work, also incredibly exciting, and one of the most meaningful and inspirational times of my life.  

Just as important as the focused spirit and soul development, was the journey I undertook independently to research the trouble in our world.  I was on a hunt for the roots of our off-kilterness and I found them. The exercise gave me ample content to practice my body’s ability to sense truth and my skills of discernment.  By combining what I witnessed through my personal experience in our dysfunctional belief and community systems with what I discovered in the shadows through my research, I made the connections I needed to make to put the spiritual, natural and village intelligence development I had been working on into a relevant context for the transformative moments we are now in. 

And finally, relatively recently, I discovered and began to participate in the purification work offered by Jacqueline Hobbs, also known as Oracle Girl, which has been a magnificent dessert on the whole dang buffet of one woman’s journey through The Dark Forest of Ugly and Amazing Surprises to the New Earth in an incredible second coming of age (so far).   

Over the years I have started, hosted and participated in many evolutionary circle groups. In these circles we have worked together through the spiritual and political awakening and supported one another in holding onto sanity, faith, and good dreams as we witness the old world fall apart in the explosive death throws of the corrupt going at their last grasp and breaths with all they have.

Without knowing it, I have been waiting for exactly these days for my work to come into it’s Right timing. The suspension of human rights enshrined in national documents, near to complete loss of privacy, censorship of knowledgeable, ethical and truly leading voices shows us clearly who’s who and what’s what. And now that our ranks are growing daily, and the real causes of protecting the human soul, life and liberty are coming clear, we are ready to walk away and co-create the world we imagine for ourselves and our children in synch with Source, each other and the living world.

My Deep Gratitude Goes to….

The original traditions of my Norse and Celtic lineage, my courageous and hardworking pioneering peasant great and grandparents; my aunties, uncles, neighbours and friends for the enduring love, guidance and complementary work undertaken in their own lives, supporting mine. 

To my siblings Ricky and Dale for bonds of affection that can only take root in common bloodlines and the epic journey of sharing the time and container of childhood.  To my parents Maurice and Kay for conceiving, birthing, caring for, teaching and leading us by the way they lived their lives in love, friendship, partnership and community.  And for the way they managed to adapt to the most sorrowful of all tragedies and carry on. 

To Angeles Arrien, whose spirit whispered the words of her own original medicine and work to me through the ethers in 2008.  She radically changed my life and is my spiritual grandmother.  To Laurel Bay, the healer who recognized me speaking Angeles’ words before I knew of her and connected me to her work in the physical plane. 

To Randy Thomas Jones, Sobonfu Somé and Malidoma Somé, Stephen Jenkinson, and all the rest who work in the land of the mythic and mystic life with its many dimensions of spirit, grief, praise, genius and soul.  Their culture and soul medicines have helped me heal and become as a rewilding woman, enriched my being, sparked my true purpose, and taught me much. 

To world renowned leaders and teachers Barbara Marx Hubbard, Jean Houston, Wayne Dyer and Deepak Chopra for getting me started as an evolutionary traveler.  To Oracle Girl for helping me catalyze it all and make the leap out of what is left of my slave self and into the sovereign positive timeline of our New Earth.

To Esther Stenberg, Patricia Smith, Verna Cashene, Brigitte Tan and Bonnie Mann for their company and support through some of my most difficult years of awakening and transformation. 

To Jani Burgess and Crystal Baschak who were the first two students in the Barefoot Sovereign Experience offering, putting their faith in me and giving it their all themselves.  It is because of their willingness to begin the beta testing phase that I am here now, inviting others to join me with their assistance for something needed, something good, something true, and something beautiful.

To the many great conscious evolutionary leaders all over the world who are taking their stand against tyranny and trauma and giving their gifts to our shift for the sake of living just, free and healthy lives in harmony with our homeland, Mother Earth.

Last, but certainly not least – mia familiars! My mate Rick for his constant breadwinning and exceptional willingness to walk the road of life with a woman like me; to my beloved children Michael and Kayli who are the best teachers and best reasons for carrying on through thick and thin; and to Sage, my dog, who reminds me to always be ready for adventure and kisses while we roam Little Manitou together every day; and to Freya, my cat, who teaches me to never stop being my brave and curious self or to give a rat’s ass what anyone else thinks.

Canada Votes 2021: Political Leadership

I am going to have a lot more to say about politics in Canada from here on in.

Running for office is in the shortlist of the last things I desire for my life and the lives of those in my family. Holding an office is even less desirable.

And that’s why beginning right now this morning, the day after the Canadian election and a day before the Autumn equinox, I’m going to use my voice, my intellect, my wisdom and my vision like I’m there.

Like I ran last night and I won.

In competition with Justin Trudeau and all the rest.

They’re pretending and so will I.

The difference is that I’m pretending I won the election nationally while knowing I won my own leadership election and living in reality from there with my choices, words and actions.

They, on the other hand, are pretending they won nationally and continuing from there in the same delusion.

Aren’t we all sick of the political fiasco we call democracy that’s been building and growing here on these lands we call Canada since immigrants from Europe began to arrive? I am one of the sick of fiasco and one of the European ancestry people too.

I am 2nd and 3rd generation born Canada, Saskatchewan, with lineage from Scotland, Norway and Sweden, now entering elderhood, a daughter, a sister, a partner, a mother and soon to be a grandmother too.

Last night’s results, by the popular vote:
Liberals – less than 32% of the popular vote, won the most seats

Conservatives – 34% of the popular vote, slightly better than the pathetic above, second most seats

NDP – 17% of the popular vote, third most seats

Bloc – 8% of the popular vote, fourth most seats (Quebec only party)

People’s Party of Canada – 5% of the popular vote, no seats

Green – 2% of the popular vote, 2 seats

In his speech after the seat count was projected far enough to make a declaration about a minority government result, Trudeau stated, “You are sending us back to work with a clear mandate to get Canada through this pandemic and to the brighter days ahead.”

I don’t see that in the results at all.

The clear mandate I see is watch your damn step Trudeau and all the rest, and start listening to the people of Canada who pay you to represent us with integrity.

And that is without knowing what voter turnout was or how much more popular than 2 years ago relative newcomer PPC and the rest not listed were last night. Those numbers will tell us something about the upwising of Canadians.

The media ignore the people’s response to bad politics by not covering emergent grassroots parties. It’s a facet of a cunning plan to keep governance in the pocket of the tyrants by my discernment. I don’t think many people are able to step back and see that, and even fewer use their words to let the world know what they perceive unless it’s the loudest narrative (all manufactured pretty much), creating a false perception of safety based in ‘fitting in’.

It’s not just a thankless act to speak truth about perception and position, to speak out against authority and the sleeping status quo — it’s blasphemy to many. The visceral reactive attacks from the land of the beliefs being challenged by truth and life are incessant, often violent, and can be and have been, in fact, deadly.


So, if there is to be salvation, and I’m more than certain there is for those who choose it….

What vision do the people who live on the lands we call Canada hold within period, including for getting through this pandemic and to the brighter days ahead?

I know my idea and Trudeau’s idea are more than miles apart. How about you? Do you share his dream?

By the numbers, at least 67% of those who voted don’t. Further, more than 39% of Canadians did not vote. I am one of them, knowing inside that unless and until something radical changes in government ways and means, I am casting a vote of approval for the system itself and helping to perpetuate stupidity, treason, confinement, theft and murder.

Life as we knew it is falling to the ground as the house of cards inked by lies gets hit by the illuminating wind of a rising consciousness, wisdom and an outpouring of proper love.

We should not be afraid, but joyful.

Government is a crony club of billionaires and wannabes conspiring to cheat and lie in monopolistic games that destroy true health, true economy, true collaboration and vitality for all.

VILIFY definition
to say or write unpleasant things about someone or something, in order to cause other people to have a bad opinion of them


The healers, tribes and indigines have been vilified throughout the ages because we are the true nature and health based community leaders in politics and spirituality. You can’t take the people over if you don’t kill the elders, the hunters, the gatherers, the farmers and the medicine people. We hold space for life as an act of creative living synchronized with the living world in relationships that do no harm. We stand for meaning, purity, responsibility and nature. We stand for life.


This theatre of politics as we have it has expired.


There isn’t a single issue before us needing attention that we don’t have the intellect, wisdom, vision — humanity — to love into new life. And it need not take long.


These dorks who masturbate in the game of politics are running out of air, time and Vaseline. Their intentions and values no longer work with the rising vibrations of life with earth. We’re watching them die on the scenes of their crimes. It’s coming more obvious each passing day. Soon there will be nothing left of them and their schemes but bones and stories that will become the mythic tales of the future recalling how nature returned to devour the artificial 12-headed monster running the plane.


Politeness taken to extreme, and political correctness even moreso, both of which Canada is known for, is a death-centric way of relating, no better than the lies themselves. Truth, vision, and willingness to change oneself while sharing responsibility for life itself is a much better way to go. That is how the original creative source gets lived into being here through us.

My mate once said to me: “Hate the war, not the warriors.”

It’s a good statement. And…I don’t hate the war or the warriors. I am grateful for all of it. I’ve been waking up for a long time and the war is what lulled me out of my slumber. It’s not easy coming out of the spell, but the spell is what is unconscious and the war is what erupts from there.

The solution is to delete the faulty program of the colonists, defrag and get on with co-creating benevolently in synch with the tremendous powers of nature for the health of ourselves at home with our families in our communities.


From there it is easy to extend that care to regions beyond, making hearty connections, collaborating and weaving the world with our neighbours near and far.


Some of the people who go into politics are grassroots folk who can see and feel truth and really want to make a proper difference. Many are trusting sorts who can’t see what is really going on. Many are ladder climbing money and power chasers. And a few of them, I have reluctantly come to accept, are the latter in the darkest form, with voracious destruction running through their veins.


They are the ones who are hot and heavy with their overlords in banking, pharma, agriculture, energy and fake philanthropy. The media conspire in the crime by kissing their materialistic asses for a seat at the fancy dinners by broadcasting the lies.

And then we come in, accepting it, failing to show up at attention,. Failing to accept our personal responsibility as part of the great grand production of life, inherently sharing culpability by our actions and inactions.

The whole disgusting web of lies and ugliness cloaks the plane, corrupting virtually every livelihood, every dollar made and spent, every cause, many of our innovations and virtually all governments, ministries and helping ‘authorities’ and agents.


Most certainly the parasitic predator class that runs the world is very adept at squashing the natural human impulse to live vitally, joyfully, alive and well connected to source themselves, of their own authority.

We can learn from these adepts at organization and proliferation and infiltrate through every sector. In fact, we already are.

We need to be ready to let go of what we are attached to in favour of truth and beauty.

We can do this, and I, for one, am in motion to be seen and heard in my full authenticity, to contribute to the emergence of great initiatives that bring truth and abundance forth, and to care for my family in the way they need and deserve, with a true heart’s intent for each and every living being to be free, healthy, creative and 100% themselves.

I am my own Prime Minister, Premier, Mayor and Authority and I’m here to live in good relationship with you.


If you want to see what I’m up to, I’ve been helping with the leadership and emergence of two important projects for the times.

Imaginarium Network is a consciously collaborative workplace for people working together to co-create a network for dreaming and materializing our emerging natural paradigm. Our primary project is a collection of internet radio shows that engage our people in the sharing of story and exceptional ideas for a beautifully emerging future.

Sovereign Commons of Saskatchewan introduces a project that is a network of people in the province of Saskatchewan working together to gather, work with and and relay the voices of us as individuals to the greater public audience. We also work together sharing responsibility for bringing forth awakened sovereign solutions to the troubles and opportunities we meet.

I am Patti of the Lindgren Family, living at Manitou Beach, Saskatchewan, Canada, Mother Earth.

Here we go.


The Fair-Folk: Perils of the Otherworld

I always had a wildish spirit, was a precocious independent child, and had a temper that flared up like a bonfire whenever my boundaries or sense of justice were violated. Landing in a community that would recognize my instinctual wisdom and life purpose in the original way wasn’t my destiny. I was born in 1964 on the Saskatchewan prairies, and as idyllic a time and space as that was in many ways, in synch with old mythos wasn’t part of the fabric.

There were plenty of excellent nature and village life and love aspects about my upbringing to keep me from falling off the edge and roughly on my path though, and for this I am truly grateful. I don’t know how I would have fared as a child in a city. I have a sense it would have been a lot more challenging.

What was missing most places in the west at the time, and still, was the spirit and soul context of the Original Blueprint. We’ve been living in a time nearly devoid of visible guides and masters qualified for guardianship of the natural genie life in the humans. Or, in other words, the mythic track that runs under life has been in a very low and growing lower phase. I see now how my parents were magnets for those with strong magical beings, all hiding behind the same mask, the mask of invisibility brought about by the big fat trick being played on humanity that was already more generations old than could be counted.

I have sampled and scoured a lot of material over the past couple of decades to help me pluck the strings of home. I pick up a crumb here and a crumb there, remember myself a little more, and weave it all together with gossamer strings, like a spider’s web. It seems to me that humanity’s devolution from Original Blueprint to 2020 is a matter of a countless number of hacks and slashes on naturally healthy physiology and spiritual intellect.

Mother Earth sings the tunes of her own living ways for us to hear. She sings them a little differently in each and every locale. When we return to the land where we lay our heads now, the lands we were born upon and the lands our elders and Ancestors were born upon, the receiver for the tunes is most high. Angeles Arrien recommends at least one hour in nature each day to bring oneself back to earthling status. I concur with her that this is a minimum, and personally like to spend even more, sometimes way, way more. The negative ions alone have the power to heal most ailments. It is the gazing at and losing oneself in the gems of life in the natural world, the rhythms and cycles, the tenacity and beauty that bring the old blueprint back to singing in the bones.

I live very near to where I was born now, and where the bones of my parents and paternal grandparents lie. They came from Sweden and Norway. My mom’s lines are Scottish. The Norse and Celtic traditions are, like all early expressions of a land’s spiritual tune, magical and mythic. Celts are immersed in Nature’s cycles, wildish experiences, over a mythic track of archetypal stories animated by the likes of queens, kings, castles, monuments, power spots, craft, elementals and elements. It’s the perfect setting for an epic quest of radical transformation, it seems to me.

Here’s a wee look at how beauty and power in the common space of culture gets twisted and turned upside down.

Excerpt from The Everything Celtic Wisdom Book, Jennifer Emick

“The mysteries of the Otherworld remained active in the Celtic imagination. In accord with the new Christian view, however, the Otherworld was no longer viewed as a place of happiness and eternal youth and health, but a sort of hell where fairies and devils were sometimes indistinguishable. The fair folk still dropped by to come to human aid now and again, but mainly they were viewed with superstition, as capricious characters who were usually up to no good. Fairies were blamed for just about anything that went wrong. From sour milk to infant death, poor weather, or failed crops.”

There have, indeed, been dark entities roaming the plane with us here in the earth realm. They’ve been playing a very long trick, accusing benevolent spirits of their own dirty deeds. This projection method is used over and over again. A very stark example in our modern moment is the two-part attack on freedom of speech. When people speak their truths freely, as Creation both intends and needs, the upside downers accuse them of what they themselves are doing behind the scenes (fake news, for example), spinning the scene to one where the dark spirits are wreaking their havoc and pinning it on those who do their best to live in love and light, illuminating what goes on here, singing like canaries in coal mines.

In the world spun by the upside downers, look to the people whose voices are censored and ridiculed. They are the ones with the truth tunes for a living world. They are the guides who are qualifying themselves to be pillars for the frequency of our new timeline with Mother Earth.