A PLEA for GRACE
I am writing this from my home located on the traditional and sacred homelands of the Kalispel people. I want to give thanks and acknowledge the Kalispel people for all they have done, are doing and will do for this land, and all of its creatures big and small who have the privilege of calling this space home. The leadership honorable Chief Nomee showed me between the years 2017-2019 is a testament to the strength, wisdom & the compassion of his people. The warm and welcoming arms of the average Kalispel household made me feel like I belonged to some place/a people, for the first time in my life. For that, I am eternally humbled.
Me in 2015 on the edges of the Salmo-Priest wilderness in Washington state.
The organization I created called S.UN.S "Surviving UnNatural Selection", is seeking systematic and cultural change, That addresses the loss of nature and promotes biological and cultural diversity, as well as a return of human dignity and purpose, . Sacredsapien.org
My beloved people:
Please forgive my lack of etiquette, as I quit government schooling in 10th grade because I needed to earn a living. Though I am happy to say that I started taking classes at Spokane Community Collegein 2024.
I am Igneous F. Florbit “classical latin for Fire Blossom”. My given name is Philip Christopher and I was born into the very Christian families of Palermo & Torres of the Bronx, New York in 1983.
My Indigenous Taino (known as the great people of the sacred high waters) grandparents were born and raised on the mounTAINOus island of Puerto Rico, the “Port of Power”, (established by America's former ruling civilization and the American government's oldest officially recognized culture the Olmec’s) to the surnames of Rosario, Becente, Rodrigues & Arroyo.
My great grandfather stands to the very Left.
My GrandFather
Me in 2017
I believe by this point my grandparents had been so disenfranchised that they did not recognize themselves as tainos. In fact, many on the Island believe the indigenous people to have been erased. My people stand alone drowning in a sea of misfortune. In a world that hardly recognizes their existence, because they failed to bow to the oppressors.
Perhaps my great grandparents who lived out their lives on the island were a bit more astute. My great grandfather has a street named after him because he was a respected professor.
I spent most of my time as a child boogie boarding, digging holes in the sand, playing in mud holes & crabbing in and around Daytona Beach. Being chased by alligators several times while swimming in the Saint Johns river or catching sunfish are times I'll never forget. I was always mesmerized by the manatee and could easily spend all day in the freezing waters of places like Blue Springs in Florida, trying to get a closer look at them. I lived in that area till I was about 12, but really I grew up all over the country. My mother is a single parent and veteran of the United States army. We both currently reside in Metaline falls, Washington U.S.A. Like most indigenous Americans we spent most of our lives in any church we could find on Sundays. But, I was baptized at a Baptist church in what Americans know as the "Bible-Belt" in the tension filled state of Georgia. My father was never really in the picture.
My grand mother, mother ( in her 20's) and myself.
My mother and myself in my early 20's.
I identify as a full-blooded indigenous Taino who has never had the honor of stepping foot on the island. I was never taught to speak Spanish, and had no idea that I was an indigenous American. I have been attacked by racist thugs of nearly every ethnicity throughout my life. And likewise watched my mother get physically abused by every man she poured her heart into again and again, These were men from varied cultures. I watched as her natural inclination to honor the earthly elements was slowly washed away. As I felt myself slowly learning that being anything other than white was a bad deal.
To be clear, It has been the caucasian race who has always reached out to me the most, shown me the most love and kindness. I say this to point out that the avarage non-melanated person in America is a loving person that would help just about anyone. Now that being said, at some points in my life I was ashamed of my skin tone, Of my last name. For the looks and sounds of disgust it caused. I could observe clearly the difference between how people treated me if they thought my last name was Torres or Christopher. It was so ingrained in me, that up until my 20’s on any form I filled out I identified as "white", because I literally thought I would be treated poorly somehow, and parts of me really believed that I was white and tried my hardest to play the part. But always inside I was suffering, feeling like a caged animal anytime I was indoors, and escpecially in school or while working for somone else. When I had my own business' it felt tolarable, but before long employees felt like another verstion of myself and the conversation brought me back to the same space.
My mother taught me that I was an American, 4th of July was for hot dogs and blowin' stuff up, Holidays were days to eat alot and hang out with folks you had to0, Sundays were for church. That's just about all I understood about my culture growing up. It would be in my 30's, that I would come to recognize that the so called "Puerto Rican people" were actually known as "Jatibonicu" and descend in large part from the historical Arwakan people that to this day live on in the Taino People on the island they once and still do call Boriken .
That answered a lot of questions for me in terms of my personality differences with most others I came in contact with.. To be honest I have just kind of stood out as odd most of my life, and just way more into the natural world then most. I really never hung out with kids like me past 3 years of age, Never had indigenious friends or visited a reservation. I never fit in anywhere really, I always felt out of place till walking into the Kalispel tribe reservation in Washington state. I went door to door seeking out the "medicine man/chief" till I found the elder. I felt I was finally someplace that felt like home. I would find out later that year that my family's bloodline is uniquely Taino-with the same unique look, hardly seen on the island. Was part of a tribe of people that had ruled the island and surrounding areas for some 3000 years called the Tainos. What was even more interesting to me was a link I found between the Taino-Arawak people and the Olmecs. One of the oldest cultures in the world recognized by the United States government, is said to have had a very sophisticated government that would have rivaled many empires around the world, and they may have been responsible for much of the American pyramid building era. The Olmecs“I might add” were of a melanated skin tone..
Olmec Head Statue
I have thus far never voted in my life on any level. I hope one day to find someone who inspires me to do so. My Mother & I would be considered Hispanic or Native American; Taino. I grew up poor and often hungry. Constantly picked on by everyone including all the adults, teachers, parents. My whole life, I felt ashamed of the color of my skin and the way people treated me and looked at me. I quit school in the 10th grade to pursue a job to support myself because my mother was going to have to move yet again because of an abusive relationship. We moved every year of my young life to the point that sometimes I would go to 2 new schools a year. Because of this I never really had long term friends. As a young man and even as far into my mid-20s anytime there was a name tag I had to wear, I would put my last name as Christopher because I was so ashamed of my last name and the way people looked at me or treated me based upon reading my name. I could very much feel that when people thought my last name was Christopher they treated me very differently. Respectfully, as if I were actually an “American”.
I did not come to understand the pressure amongst my fellow Americans to inherently hate one another had something to do with much more than little ol' me. No matter how much I tried, no matter what I accomplished I seem to always be treated less than. Like I was not the same kind of person as a second class citizen or a third class sometimes. I watched my poor mother get the worst of it always.
Just this last month in February of 2023 I had a 50 year old Cacasion male person get in my face. It was while visiting a few friends at a local veterans bar. The guy walks up to me while I was on my laptop, Gets in my face and says “what are you doing here?”, “what do you want?” You dont belong here, what are you doing here. (I might mention here that I was just about the only brown man in town, and that in the 11 years I have lived in the area I have only ever seen one Black -that is a heavely melanated person-that lives in the town so for sure I know I stand out. I could have said all kinds of things, like my mother is a veternen or it's karaoke night and I want to sing or my good friend is the commander of the establishment, or that my best bud was running the karaoke or, or , or. The sweat poured from me and my brain tingled. His breath stinking of alcohol and his eyes looking dull. A friend of his calls him away. Thank goodness I am able to breathe and think for a bit.
No one notices what takes place. The man wanted to gut me right there and was threatening to do so with his eyes and agressive tone/disposition. And this is not the first time a random person has treated me this way. It's happened my whole life. I spent my childhood in “special classes" because I was constantly attacked by others and most of the time did a good job of fighting back. A little too good.
The man makes his way back to me and asks me one of the same questions. No, no really, I want to know, what are you doing here? Who are you? I stood up looking his eyes and said. I am father to Forrest, Son to Marilain, significant other to Shelby, and good friend of Jared"
The man interrupts me as his face softens. "Okay, okay, I get it man, your like me-like me, but you know. I mean I don't want to be rude, you just look like you don't belong, you know? Like a terrorist or something. I grab him by the shoulder and pull him in and say.. So tell me how I keep from being murdered by one of the 100’s of folks like you? Who walk or drive past me thinking the same things or don't have the gull to speak to me, or that I don't have an opportunity to humanize myself. How do I keep one of those people from killing me, because I can see it in folks' eyes that they are afraid of me, and worse.. thoughts of hurting me before I hurt them or take something from them. He looks at the ground, then looks at me and says "yeah I know man, I don't know."
I told the man that I represent an organization that helps to educate the public about things like EMR safety devices, the need for pure air and water, and the fact that we are in the throes of the world's sixth mass extinction event. Being impressed, as did I in regards to his responses, I asked him if he would be interested in meeting with me once every couple weeks for interesting dialogue. He again expressed earnest interest in my plea for mentorship and communion with an elder, perhaps a weekly or monthly meeting, he gave me his number excitedly. I sent him a text the next day but never heard back and have never seen the man again.
This is what I looked like and the actual hat I was wearing that day.
Between 2008 and 2009 while I was in Phoenix, Arizona. One day while I stood staring up at the sky it occurred to me (as my hair stood up on the back of my neck) that I could not name yet another cloud that stood before me, nor could I for myself quander at its existence. I used to love figuring out how the clouds were coming about.. But soon the clouds had become as religion, as politics had felt, clouded to the point that I simply could not make heads or tails of what was going on and thus I just had to let it go. My love for the discussion of religion, politics, and now it seems that not even the very clouds could be discerned by any reasonable means.
In 2009 I had become Editor in chief of the oldest privately owned newspaper in Arizona had an ability to use a pen name, a sutaname. and I went by the last name of costello. After my favorite beer and really a play on my own given name "Torres" that means "people of the Tower' '. but to me Costello represented what i thought was my more caucation asestory.. at the time i believed my Fathers people "palermo'' were sicilian because of their lack of melnation and well, Palermo Sicily.. but in speaking to my grandmother I would find that our origins are strictly puerto rican.
It was in 2011 that I started to discover rumors/warnings from the US and other governments about a pending food crisis coming in the future. Warnings that would suggest that the famines that we are going to experience soon will outpace events like the Great Depression. While growing up Uncle Sam was really my only friend and protected me “as far as I was concerned.” I took his advice very seriously and started to look into how one could live a life that would be famine proof. How one could live a life free of the heartache of financial destruction. I had already lived through such events like 9/11 and the 2000 housing bubble. These events showed me very clearly how fragile our lives and the system we lived in actually were. Little did I know that I needed to become “death proof,” because what I was uncovering was the Athpromorthasean.
chapter4 food issues UN.pdfPutting labels on my observations took years of meditation and willingness to not make judgments but instead to immerse myself in history, and perspective. As much as humanities perspective I could gather, I tried to absorb via audio and video format every historical figure the world had for several years.
lpr_living_planet_report_2016.pdfOne of the first things I realized that changed everything.
That just about everything cool in the world including computers, are thoughts that were re-engineered based on living natural systems and in some cases the human body and mind. When you start to understand the basic way A.I is educated, you realize that they learn like we do, only multiplied by the users it can interface (absorb) with. So basically A.I feels out a situation alot like we do. AI evaluates what everyone else says an EGG is and is able to see by the data provided by humanity in so many different formats.. What an egg is and is not.
Negative media, brainwashing and mantras.
Perspective creates the position of the mind. In that, if an adult does not break down ( explain context ) a movie bit by bit for a child. That child is left to pick up on what's being pointed out for them by adults NOT living in the home, and thus the message intended is not necessarily the message received for all kinds of reasons. Pinchniocio can be a tool for helping a child understand the pitfalls of lying or can push a child into an ugly life of fun chasing. Drug education can fuel more drug use or prevent it depending on the interactions with adults during the education process.
So in the case of “brainwashing” propaganda, like Tell-a-vision? What makes these an effective media for such purposes? Perspective YET again! It turns out that video we see represented in our mind ( that is what we visually see as our lives) has an “aspect ratio” that can be measured. So what we see on the screen turns out to be very similar to what we see in our mind. So how could these be a bad thing? Well imagine every time you meet someone knew, right as you see that new person for the very first time. Your brain, or rather, your subconscious does this amazing little trick. Right before you react in a blink of an eye your inner self has reviewed a folder of 1000’s of faces. These faces have emojis next to them, emotions attached to those emojis that let you know in an instant how you should react to the person you're about to meet next based on every other interaction you have ever had before.
Just how this file folder gets filled up becomes the biggest issue with TV. Your mind processes imagery during rem in a process that's very similar to how a computer defrags.. Meaning, the full video files of your life enter the editorial room where they are sliced up as needed in these various folders… So what's the issue? Well your subconscious has a really really really hard time distinguishing between a real interaction with say, your mom. Vs an interaction with someone saying hi to you on the TV. So yeah, the people on the TV seem like they are waving at each other as you watch the movie. But your subconscious from the perspective of inside you just seems like a couple people wave at you, and it can't seem to find the applicable audio where these folks are addressing you or you them so it kinda fills in the blank. Like when one eye is blocked your mind will create the other field of view based on all the best information it has. I see an america filled with distrust, with an inability to identify who's good or bad, on street drugs or pharmaceuticals, about to kill you or hug you. And I can't help but think this has some major role to play in it all.
So what did this all mean for me.. It meant that I was no longer alone. Now I knew in my heart that everyone I ever saw in a video was there with me as if I had known them and what that meant is that unlike anytime ever in the world, I could have all the world's best teachers teach me personally. That after 25 hours or so of Albert Einstein's thoughts from his own mouth, his friends and observers. I could honestly say I knew the man in my own way. This gave me an inside track to private education from all the best minds the world had ever created. They were my mentors who were there to shape me. But into what?
My first realization that if I wrote something down, that it became true. It was mind blowing. Year after year, sentence after sentence. I became someone else, something else. To say/write a sentence is to "cast a spell" over oneself. Mantras contain within them a similar power to manifest destiny. .
I became fixated on physical and mental well-being and started to discover that the U.S population was severely physically and mentally ill in general and that meant me.
I started to slowly understand the vital things in life. Like the importance of a child 's bathe to be the correct ph water, to drink the correct ph water. The difference between living water demonstrating electrical continuity and dead water containing amorphous ugly shapes at a cellular level. I could not only see the dust inside on a sunny day, I could see the very tiny almost invisible particles bouncing around (independently) inside a clear crystal. All of sudden it became very clear just how cruel we were all being to each other, the amount of toxins we were exposing our children to. Just how much we were all really not listening to each other, the animals, wind and the earth itself.
The very trees were starting to die along the california cost due in large to the stress created by geoengineering being called by the lay “gray bark syndrome” (blamed on bark beetle and drought) the actuality is a plaquing occurring from the inside out do to harmful particles such as barium & strontium that once aerosolized and ingested by the trees cannot be ejected by there natural systems. It seemed obvious to me that at a minimum if it was killing off the world's means of oxygen that that would have an ill effect on Humanity but also a part of me understood that Humanity itself must be Plauqing in a similar fashion and would suffer the same fate.
When I started to realize that geoengineering was actual I went to the people that I trusted the most and that was the FDA and NASA. What I found from those sources was that technology had been developed to bypassed these issues and we're currently being Deployed and were available to the public for next to nothing. I found it perplexing but it made sense to me that there would be a solution. Besides, if engineering was actually, how could people participate in such programs and not have a way to protect their friends and family and this in fact was the case. After familiarizing myself with the Saga that was at the bird's lifeIt was obvious that geoengineering was part of a larger scale program meant to Alleviate pressures within the Earth that would become otherwise catastrophic. It was perfectly clear that the U.S government was taking very seriously the possibilities of major natural disasters that would coincide with these so-called famines.
With all this in mind the term “Breakaway civilization” really started to mean something.
After watching the documentaries like “Tapped” it became clear to me that if I was going to have a healthy child that it would need to be gestated with the most pristine environment I could find.
That thought process led me right to the Salmo priest wilderness near Metaline Falls Wahhington. Being an only child and moving around so much in my life the only thing I wanted was to surround myself with people I could trust and love people that were on the same wavelength. but to be honest at that point I didn't know what wavelength I was on, not really. Back in 2015, I had yet to discover some of the most important pieces of Humanities overall story.
Between the historical understanding of words shared between cultures, past meanings, current meanings mixed with my understanding of Health and symbolism I started to realize words like coffee or tied to words like coffin. Like the word Dessert, is a symbolic metaphor of the word desert which itself is a symbolic metaphor for death or lack of life. So to eat dessert is to promote a desert, a dry wasteland within oneself. And this was tied to something seeded deeper even still into humanities experience
It would seem that death Cults and Human Sacrifice have been the norm throughout most of humanity's existence and are no different today. What I can see, is that we are in the throes of a slow rolling mass suicide/sacrafice/offering/harrvest. And has such most of humanity is participating on small scales in forms of suicide. that is to say that if one could take a series of 1,000 pills render oneself not living. it would seem that Humanity is being offered a series of options one can take to participate in one's own sacrifice AKA suicide/offering.
Me in 2015
This is all important to know because as I started to invite people from all over the country to share space with me after spending so many years by myself studying my own behaviors, I found myself studying the behaviors of others in a more detailed fashion than I had done so in the past. What stood out the most was a suicidal nature that pushed people to do things that they would otherwise not choose to do. After a year or two of getting to know humanit that much more. I took off to the wilderness leaving behind the community for a more primitaive lifestyle.
Something like 80-90 percent of what we see out there in the depths of nature is nutrient dense, Edible and or has some amazing medicinal properties.
I have been encountered many times over the years by authorities of various kinds. When they ask “why I do this, live as we do” our answer is always the same. Everythings else, everywhere else is dying. We want our children to grow up where everything is still vibrantly alive. Where the air, and water are the best quality. Where our children's genetics might have a chance to remain untouched. While on that path I have spent years in the wilderness reading about every indigenous tribe across the world that I could. Absorbing every explorer and forager I could come across. looking into every botanical corner we could. Trying to obtain all the information there is about the natural world.
I believe that our observations of nature are important and could be of real value to the scientific community. Our children have been kept from EMF and other harmful toxins at the most important stages of his life. HE Is unique and needed in the future. We would like to educate ourselves, at university and via mentorship so that we can be of more value to the world at large and so that we might be able to garner the sponsorship of the scientific community around the world in regards to our life and work, as indigenous pastoralists who seek to adapt and overcome. Who seek to establish a human culture of regeneration instead of parasitism. (This was written in 2022 and by 2023 I was enrolled at spokane community college working on a degree for natural resources management)
I would describe S.UN.S as a group of Anthropocene activists
S.UN.S🌻Surviving UnNatural Selection STAYING HOMO SAPIEN SAPIEN because Being Human is sacred www.sacredsapien.org
It is true that unlike other animals on the planet, human beings have a harder time finding balance with the natural world. We have a great power within all of us across tghe world that could be used to the benefit of the earth and our many co-inhabitants. But instead humanity is really doing much of the opposite and is suffering the consequences of such actions be it intentional or not.
We can see clearly that the large-scale terraforming projects on earth directly reflect fears of coming dangers. As an example. The Mississippi basin from the Great Lakes to the gulf of mexico has been perforated via millions of drill holes as a sort of "secondary mission" of the mining industry as if the us Geologic community is expecting massive movement of large scale and intent on a clean break rather than something uncontrolled. We have not read this or seen this , it just becomes clear as you take a goold look at google earth.
We have established ourselves as “secular holists”. Meaning we understand where it all fits together, where the seams are, what the art looks like, what the textures are.. All the nuances via full spectrum analysis. We claim no affliations with any other group across the world and further more claime to be wholly unice in our world perspective. finding not one other orginization to match our own.
The value of ageless wisdom mixed with the world's grandest Technologies cant be understated. We are humans who have come to understand just what the word "hue" man, really means who have come to understand we have a rite to rise above it.
With the help of the faculty and partners of instatutions like Spokane Community College & Virginia Tech University, we feel that our family will be on the best foot upward for generations to come and that perhaps without you we may be left to die.
We need healthy educated people to work with, scientific equipment, education, and support. Without these things our dreams will wither on the vine along with our future, along with the rest of humanity and many of the species of the world. With strong community supports we can adapt & overcome and begin to help with the real work of healing ourselves and the Earth. Reach out to us at 253-336-6383.
We long to have access to greenhouses that are acres large in the wilderness to Protect the trees and all the creatures. We seek to estaplish an Modern indigniouse minded eco-restoration based pastorla tradisional lifestyle around the Salmo-priest wilderness with the help of privat landowners, goverment, coporations, orginizations and other ngo's. Together we can work to fix what happening to our land, to our creatures and to ourselves rather then just sit back and let it happen. Our children, and there children to come, demand that we act.
Philip in 2022
We dream of a society that would have open arms to pastoralists who are traveling through the Wilds with their animals. Understanding the value these people and animals bring to the table.
We dream of the day when it will be normal for the men of our community to gather together, walking by themselves through the mountains working here and there making everything splendid, Helping everything to live that much better. Where it will feel natural for the women of the community to nurture the greenhouses and children. Where the tecnoligies we deploy have a net effect of health to the sourounding area.
We are not here to say that indigenous people are perfect, and are doing it perfectly across the world. It is clear to us that's actually very much not the case for the most part. Just like city & country folks, there are indigenous people all over the world who are taught to, or allowed to abuse their land in various ways. It is important to look at the world through a holistic lens and see us all as one. In doing so we can see our common strengths, our common weaknesses and together create a better future in full light of humanity's past failures and wins, in full light of the Earth's past and future natural catastrophic events.
We dream of a day where our fellow humans can recognize exactly what has happened throughout history and exactly how various humans across the world have gotten into their various habits and exactly what those habits affect and don't affect. What ones we should carry into the future as humans and what ones we simply must let go because they were mistakes. It is true that some human tribes/groups across the world are doing great things, are doing it rite, and perhaps with a bit of help will do it better and for many generations to come.
I want to thank you for taking the time to read this page and look forward to engaging with you. You can reach us directly at 253-336-6383. Text is ok
Me in 2019-- "We have blood on our hands why not our face." I took this photo and say this from a place of understanding the real atrocities befalling humanity right now, in these very dark days it's as if the blood of the elderly, ill and innocent children paint the walls of our modern homes.. If one understood that all through history the bad guys have had a habit of feeding the dead to unwitting peoples". People of the middle ages were subject to being fed mummies and at least during the crusades even given the ground up bones of their "fallen loved ones for garden powder". One could clearly see the habit repeating today in our modern world in the most horrifying and grotesque fashion. If you have a loose understanding of religious beliefs around the world even you can see clearly that the "bad guys in life" seek to defile the human body, worse yet, to have us defile our own body's to gain a form of control over us. In a way this perverse effort to feed our fallen warriors back to us, to feed the fallen children and elderly back to the population of people that allowed their sacrifice to happen, is an effort to stain one's blood, to "mark" someone forever, genetically as less then or dirty. #aquamation Or # Flavor additives
I think ignorance of all the nasty, does not protect you from it. Knowledge of what is going on gives us a way to say, "no thank you" I would rather not be part of the folks knowing or unknowing participating in this or that. oh and another thing that's painfully clear if you can read or hear, or braille.. there will come a time where most are on the side of satan and know it not. How dare we, as a so-called cristian nation, never stop to question what side of the fence we are really on. Is your "God" who you really think he is? Is your Government as bad as you think?
It's interesting to me that, so many would question their Government before they would ever openly question their God. Both should be subject to your querying. You'll find it a lifelong conversation with either party. So much is going on around you, to you, to your people, your land, your plants and insects, your water. Can you feel it? The blood on your lands.. Dripping from your hands.
The above photo is a representation of the responsibility each one of us face's in making this rite, for our own sake.
One of our primary goals with S.UN.S🌻Surviving UnNatural Selection is deradicalization through education. If one can understand the whys and how, therefore solutions. Progress can be made to attain a truly wholesome life and actual change can be accomplished.