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Kill the Beast

Day 21

Tonight’s post is a piece I wrote and presented at the March Against Monsanto rally. Many of the ideas, especially the idea of a three part rewilding process- reconnect, regenerate, and rebel- are a collaboration from Wil and I over many years of discussions, experimentation, and hands-on experience rewilding and undomesticating ourselves.

You can watch the speech here:


Thank you Michelle J. for the video.



Kill The Beast

A chemical weapon is defined as “a device that uses chemicals formulated to inflict death or harm on human beings.”

Under the Chemical Weapons Convention (1993), there is a legally-binding, world-wide ban on the production, stockpiling, and use of chemical weapons and their precursors.

Yet Monsanto continues to produce and sell billions of gallons of chemical weapons each year under the brand names round-up, weathermax, roundup powermax, and many others. And in the past, also  Agent Orange and DDT. And you can add Dioxins and PCB’s to that list too. And recombinant bovine somatotropin.,  RGBH artificial growth hormone for cows.

And they’ve helped and endorsed and funded countless other toxic chemicals.

And I haven’t even touched on the Pandora’s box that is genetic engineering.

Or the millions that have starved and are starving because of unsustainable farming methods endorsed by Monsanto chemicals.

Or the biodiversity we have lost because of it.

These chemicals cause cancer, miscarriage, infertility, learning diasabilities. adrenal disorders, hormone disruption and habitat destruction. They destroy people’s lives and cultures.

These chemicals have ruined the lives of billions of humans, animals and ecosystems.

And these chemicals have killed billions more.

Monsantos crimes are crimes against humanity, the natural world, god itself.

What I’m saying, is that these ARE chemical weapons.

These are not just crimes.

These are crimes of WAR.

And I’m saying  that Monsanto is guilty of War crimes,

committed during an ongoing war we were

never even invited to,

A war carefully planned and carried out in boardrooms, skyscrapers and behind

the closed doors of government offices.

A war fought in laboratories, in banks, and on the inside of fat wallets.

A war fought in farmer’s fields, in indigenous communities, and inside genetic code.

I say Monsanto’s crimes are WAR CRIMES people, and we need to treat them as such.

But what can we do, you say? How can we stop them? How can we fight them? we are small and this beast is mammoth!

Well I’m here to tell you we may be small individually, but together we are mighty.

How do we fight a beast like this you ask? A beast like Monsanto?

Well, let me tell you a little story.

This beast was born of greed you see. Greed and a touch of madness.

This beast was born when we the people started TO BELIEVE we are small.

We started TO LISTEN when the corporations told us we couldn’t take care of ourselves without them.

We started TO BELIEVE the corporations when they told us we weren’t pretty enough, happy enough, thin enough, full enough, white enough, black enough.

And after we started to hate ourselves, they hit us with the old 1, 2.

Here the corporations  said, we can fix it. You NEED us to take care of you, make you feel better, love yourself.This new phone will fix it, and this new pair of sneakers. This bigger house will fix it, and this faster car. A new diet, or a new dog, or another child will fix it, This pill will definitely fix it, this soda, this box of crackers, this plastic toy will fix it. WE WILL FIX YOU, YOU NEED US TO SURVIVE. YOU CANT EVEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, YOU DEFINITELY CANT TAKE CARE OF THIS PLANET< LET US DO IT< WE HAVE YOUR BEST INTEREST AT HEART…

And the corporation got us all confused, and twisted up inside, and sad, and sick, and we FORGOT how to take care of ourselves. And we FORGOT how to take care of our families, our communities. We forgot how to take care of our land, and this beautiful planet.

But not everyone forgot.

And the information still exists.

And we all have the ability to remember it. To remember the way it felt to be confident. To remember the way it felt to take care of ourselves, and our communities, and our planet.

Somewhere, on some cellular level, in some lizard part of our brain, we ALL remember what it felt like to be


And so I’m here to invite you. To incite a great remembering, a great learning from and turning to one another.

How do you fight a beast like Monsanto?  A corporate beast that eats lives and ecosystems?

We learn to live WITHOUT them! We starve the beast!!

We slowly, and deliberately turn our backs on what they have to offer. We SHOW them that they have no power over us. We slay them with our own cleverness, resourcefulness, and wit.

How do we starve them you ask?

We reconnect.

We reconnect to our landbase. We sit outside, and we listen, and we watch, and we learn. We learn the Robin’s call, and learn to sing it back to them. We learn what poison ivy looks like, and what stinging nettle can be used for. We learn how to make fire with sticks, how to build water tight shelters with branches. We feel our limbs grow taut and strong, and our hearts grow happy.

How do we fight a beast like Monsanto?

We regenerate the land.

We learn how to grow nutrient dense, organic food in our own backyards and wild spaces. We learn to hunt. We learn to raise chickens, and cows, and pigs using methods that respect the lives of these creatures. We learn to can, and dry, and preserve foods. We raise the carrying capacity of the land by planting trees, and plants, and rehabilitating our waterways. We watch the rivers grow full with fish, and know the woods teem with deer.

How do we show the corporations we don’t need them?


We teach our children. We teach them how to identify the Oak tree by touch with their eyes closed. We teach them to listen, and think before they speak. We carry them close to our breasts, and give them millions of kisses, and snuggle them when they fall. We teach them to think for themselves, to be confident. We teach them the skills that we ourselves are learning. They watch, and they learn from our successes and mistakes. We teach them what corporations are doing to the world, and we don’t sugarcoat it. We show them money means nothing, and personal relationships mean everything. We love them, and we let them be themselves.

And what can we do to find one another, send our message loud and clear, “We’re taking back our lives, our communities, and our planet!”

We rebel.

We gather together just like this, on street corners, in public spaces, and parking lots. We discuss secret things, rebellious things with close friends behind closed doors. We plan rallies, events, protests, and actions. We talk to anyone who will listen. We read. About nature, about the problems with civilization, about history. We teach. How to us plants as medicine, how to grow food, how to hunt, how to make paper. Whatever we know, we share. When we need to buy things we go to shops that know the source of everything they sell, conscious shops, kind shops, like Radiance, and Lemon Street Market. Will those things cost more? Quite possibly, but we get used to buying less, better quality, make it stretch. We learn to be makers ourselves. Of clothing, of electricity, of meals, of houses.

We live small, we live with friends,we live with relatives. We work less at jobs we hate, and spend more time with our families, friends, tending wild spaces, wandering in the woods. We make meals together, we sing, we dance, we learn to entertain ourselves. We love one another. We love one another. We love one another.

Reconnect, regenerate, rebel.

And that’s how you kill a beast like monsanto. You starve it to death.

Reconnect regenerate, rebel.

When we remember what it means to be human, we show the corporations they

have no power over us.

reconnect, regenerate, rebel.

And that, my friends is how we stop this madness and take back our world.

And that, my friends, is a


Thank you for listening,





Day 20

I must not fear.

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear. from Dune, by Frank Herbert

I watched a fantastic interview with Malala Yousafzai tonight, the remarkable young Pakistani woman, education activist, and nobel prize nominee.

I’m also putting the finishing touches on my speech for the March Against Monsanto rally tomorrow, a global call to action that has people taking to the streets all over the world.


Malala was shot in the head by The Taliban one afternoon, on her school bus, on the way home from school.

Because at 15, she was already brave enough to speak publicly about her opinions. She was known in her town for speaking out in favor of education for women and girls, saying that women should have equal rights and opportunities when it comes to school and education. A highly radical, and unfavorable viewpoint in her village, and in many other parts of the world as well.

And she knew, even while she was speaking her mind, that there was a very real possibility that someone would want to do her serious bodily harm, or want to kill her.

And she spoke out anyway.

And that is really, really brave.

And I’m sitting here writing this speech, accusing Monsanto of all kinds of crimes, and encouraging people to rise up, join  together, stand up, rebel.

And I’m a little nervous about speaking in front of a crowd of people. And I’m a little nervous about encouraging people to start a revolution.

But I don’t think it’s going to get me killed. And I don’t think anyone is going to want to do me bodily harm, or want to kill me because of what I say tomorrow.

And so I’m just sitting here with this question.

Would I still be willing to speak out tomorrow, in public, about my convictions, if I knew there was a very real chance it would get me killed?

And that, oh God, that question makes me feel all queasy and weak-kneed, because I’m afraid of what my answer might be.

As Wil said tonight, “Fear is a choice. Fear collapses you. You get so scared of something that you  imagine might happen, that the future you’re making up, worrying about, this imagined danger, becomes the architect of today. ”

And in the end, that’s a huge part of what this project is about. Facing the fear of speaking out, facing the fear of change and letting go, and ultimately facing the fear of death.

Because if you face your fear of death, you’re free.

Free to speak out.

Free to stand up.

Free to create a new world.

And I’m just sitting here, praying I’d be brave enough to speak out even if I knew there was a good chance I might be killed tomorrow.

But all I know for sure is that I stand in solidarity with Malala, and all the other brave ones.

I love you. Thank you. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.

I must not fear.

Thank you for listening,

Thanks to Wil for his insight on this one, and so many others.



We are incredibly lucky to have another soul touching piece from  friend to the earth and activist, Jerry. Thank you Jerry!!

In the summer of 2011 I read an article about farmers in the Texas panhandle who face the end of farming in their area due to the depletion of the Ogallala Aquifer.

One retired farmer recalled his teen age years when he got up early to help on the farm before going off to his day at school:

“I plowed into the rising sun and I knew there was a God.”

I wrote a song from this farmer’s point of view.

Nothing But Dry

Here in Texas Water’s precious. But nothing’s flowing anymore. Thirsty cattle; They can’t drink dust. Nothing but dry to the core. Oh no! Nothing! Nothing but dry!

My dear mama; My dear papa; I hear you crying in the wind: “Say ‘goodbye’ to the Ogallala. Cause it won’t come back again. Oh no! Nothing! Nothing but dry!”

Once I plowed into the rising sun And I knew that there was a God. But now it’s all come to nothing. Nothing; All those mornings busting sod. Please tell me? Is there still a God? You can dig wells In Nebraska And smell the sweet grasses grow. Until you lose the Ogallala, Then it’s all dry down below. Oh no! Nothing! Nothing but dry!


Jerry Lee Miller of Lancaster,PA is a climate activist, ordained minister, songwriter, and performer with the band Streetbeets, an Earth loving community building band. He and his wife, Susan, have two grown children and one old black cat.