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Evoking the White Birch Tree Council

The council has us understanding that it will happen to all of us sooner or later and that it is more then likely it has presently.

Categorized in these topics: Apprenticeship Baba Yaga Engendered Practices Female Social Justice Feminine Matrix and Female Culture Posttraumatic Stress Disorder


I dance the round Slavic folk circles. I work in the blood stained Bosnian landscape of thick virgin Alpine forests an hour and half outside of Sarajevo. The Balkans stained with two 'world wars' and the recent bloody war signifies the 'dark age' we live in. Joan Marler 's "Deepening the Disciplines" section in her tome "From the Realm of the Ancestors, An Anthology in Honor of Marija Gimbutas," determined that it was during the "fourth millenniums BCE following the Kurgan Wave II, structural reorganizations have taken place across much of Southeast Europe-the geographical location of former Yugoslavia. Evidence of this comes from abandonment of 600-700 tell sites which had flourished from as rarely as the late seventh millennium BCE. The apparent cultural collapse and chaos of this period produced a Balkan 'Dark Age."[i] The Balkan "Dark Age" continues to this very day. As I walked the Bosnian forest I noted how the rings of the trees proclaim the same evidence. The kolo cannot be danced under the apocalyptic religions and catastrophic male governing entities but it can be danced under the boughs of the trees. Just like the circles in a tree, the kolo (Bosnian for circle or to dance) is the human tree ring that seeds a metaphysical female cultural reforestation.

All I have is my little knowledge of my Bosnian language, a great love of Slavic kolo folk dancing and my clinical trauma skills but most important what I bring to this work is being a female. As a female forensic psychotherapist I know there is no funding of trauma treatment let alone aid to women and children so I found in having little to give more abundance in the simplest acts manifested. The simple acts became not just my Kolo trauma treatment but also a sacred pilgrimage to the ancient Goddess sites in Europe researched by Marija Gimbutas in her book, "The Civilization of the Goddess". I noticed how the Bosnian women and I danced under the boughs of trees into a motherline archetypal movement to reforest the Mother Earth with sacred female groves. The mystical simple element of dancing in a circle under the canopy of trees with other females is that of healing. I always knew the kolo; the great round circle as the metaphor of tree rings in a sacred Goddess grove.


In the forest if one tree is cut down the intertwining roots of sister trees are ripped and torn from the soil. That ripped and rendering of female roots is what I feel in the kolo after hearing women's first person stories. When I have danced the kolo, or when I have used the kolo archetypal energies in my Bosnian trauma treatment, I have witnessed how the kolo is a 'metaphysical female cultural reforestation"[ii] with tree rings rippling outward in an undulating feminine rhythm. Identifying oneself as "American", as "African", as "French", as "Yugoslav", etc., only decimates the great stands of forests. I am feminine being, a sister of the Mother Earth clan, and female before any identification with religious groups or ethnicity. Like the decimated forests earth wide females are too dwindling in great numbers as shown with female birth statistics in Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Egypt and China. Females when in their feminine divinity through first person story, dance-kolo, art and embracing life evoke White Birch Tree councils. I experienced this White Birch Tree Council with the Bosnian women in my clinical trauma work.


Evoking the White Birch Tree Council---

At first I thought the Bosnian women from Amijca, Bosnia were walking thick birch trees with their pristine white headscarves over dark dresses creased with images resembling the bark of the trees in Bosnia. There was a hushed silence and I felt the need to bow to them as they filed into the elementary classroom in Novi Travnik, Bosnia where I was holding the February 2002 training session. I stood back to watch the Amijca women make a flowing stance into the room just like the reverence of a great stand of trees or a sacred grove.

The only times I ever felt this crackle of lighting within me was in the moments of raw unadulterated beauty that I found in my hikes and walks in nature especially the thick green forests of Bosnia. I heard the soft whispers of the birds, gurgling mountain streams and the wind whistling in the boughs of the trees as the Amijca women walked into the hall rustling their long dresses and head scarves. To witness and to hear the whispers of Mother Nature by these Amijca women more melodious then the bugles and military parades in patriarchal dead ceremonies is living and breathing female sovereignty.

I was experiencing my first female evoking of the White Birch Tree Council. The Amijca women created a great hall in the run down in the elementary classroom that had no radiant heat. The Amijca women flowed to a long sofa bench that stretched along an expanse of the kindergarten schoolroom wall we sat in a half circle before them. I realized that the bench was indeed a royal Mother Earth throne and these thick white birch trees were evoking a council. The return to female legal justice systems streamed into a waterfall depicting the Goddess Nemesis's power to readdress the patriarchal imbalance.

I knew what would be uttered by the walking stand of White Birch trees could shatter every illusion and denial I ever had left. But I wanted to hear every note that was going to be sung as if the chant was indeed a spell that birthed the roots of sacred groves. I leaned forward as we sat in the kolo tuned into their presence. One elder grandmother spoke of having no malice or hatred to the Croatians who committed the murder of 150 Muslims during an early morning call to Muslim prayer. She had a large resounding voice that was booming as she described story after story of dead grandchildren, daughters, sons, and husbands. One of the thick white birch trees-the Amijca women- simply cried and sobbed imparting the richest notes from the White Birch Tree council. We learned that she has been unable to speak since the loss of five members of her family one Bosnian morning not so long ago. Yet, she could utter the notes without manmade words of that grief so clearly that all of us were sobbing in the kolo circle.

We all grew paler and paler as we heard the verdicts from the white birch trees council. The patriarchs foddered in extinction and annihilation of the trees in the forest and the treed Slavic peoples of Amijca, Bosnia and earth wide. Demanding retribution just as Goddess Nemesis demands by being heard deeply Amijca women spoke of their visited atrocities. It was almost unbearable to listen to such notes of sorrow, pain and grief that clutch the heart and soul. I wanted to run but I found myself rooted to the very same spot I stood as they cried their songs. War crimes stamped and pounded right into their very homes (home archetypally represent the womb-that is why homes are bombed) ruthlessly. The council has us understanding that it will happen to all of us sooner or later and that it is more then likely it has presently.

In April 2002 for my Peaceful Dimensions Conference hosted by the Sumejja kolo in Novi Travnik, Bosnia evoked another White Birch Tree Council-Amijca women. About 50 of us filled the home of one of the council members. Bosnian Slav patterned cushions lined every part of the living and kitchen room. I watched these very same white birch trees flow into the room and sit cross-legged on the floor. Dressed in their Islamic attire and full pantaloons the fabric dressed on their limbs rushed silkily as a mountain steam when they poured into their sitting position. I never have witnessed such beauty and love. I tasted the salt of my tears behind my eyes right into my feminine soul. The love appeared from nowhere and flowed into every cell of my body.


Something powerful was happening right into the moment as they sung their first person stories. I knew that the Mother Earth heard their earthly cries and was evoked into the presence of the White Birch Trees councils. They spoke of the overturned verdict in the beginning of 2002 by the Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal in The Hague, The Netherlands. The Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal already reeling under massive misconduct legally and administratively, the tribunal was cunning enough to hand down a decision soon after the September 11, 2001 attack in America knowing that there would be scant attention paid because the survivors of the Amijca massacre are mostly women and children. The reality is that of most humanitarian aid agencies, United Nations and world governing entities such as Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal are a lethally united brotherhood.

Rarely is attention paid to the catastrophic verdicts found in the statistics of violence where it is blatantly evidenced that over 95% of all perpetrators are male and the victims are overwhelming female or children.
These catastrophic statistics are normal living for females. Most of the Bosnian women in the kolo trauma program declare that this work is not political, nor feminist let alone to mention the "G" word; the Goddess or gender. The earth is filled with women who do not know of their female humanity and "become the males they worship and marry." [1] Women unaware of their female humanities and divinity unconsciously collude to raze down the sacred forest groves.

The Amijca women evoking the White Birch Tree Council is this ability to have a great range of notes, voice and seeding of a virgin forest. I intuitively knew the Amijca women in this isolated village with their Croatian aggressors in their backyards experienced feminine solidarity and had synchronized bleeding cycles. Isn't this solidarity the interlacing roots found in a thick forest? I felt that the women have gone into seclusion with their blood, a catastrophic menses borne from the war crimes where their grief became a sharing divinity with each other. I felt the divinity in these two White Birch Tree Council sessions and kolos.


Women across the face of the Mother Earth evoke the council with their sharing and women hearing their first person story feel how the artificial patriarchal justice systems will crumble before the female justice and natural laws. The evoking of White Birch Tree Council with women from Afghanistan, China, Korea, an India, Pakistan, a Thailand, a Tibet, Sri Lanka, South African, Central and South American along with Europe, Russia would be the single most sweeping feminine reforestation ever manifested in the herstory of Mother Earth. I hear the Mother Earth's notes of grief, sorrow and pain in the wars, violence, floods, earth shakes, volcanoes, droughts and great famines across her body. I hear the notes in each first person story. I hear the notes in each small act done with great love. I hear the notes in the kolo. Do you?

I invite you to attend one of the annual Bosnian Conferences held in Novi Travnik, Bosnia to hold White Birch Tree Council with these Bosnian women and me. Any donation and funding to these peoples will help remember them and not give away their memories, which is our memories, isn’t it?

Danica

If you are interested in attending, contact me at: danica_kolo@yahoo.com . Or, go to the Conference page.
I dance the round Slavic folk circles. I work in the blood stained Bosnian landscape of thick virgin Alpine forests an hour and half outside of Sarajevo. The Balkans stained with two 'world wars' and the recent bloody war signifies the 'dark age' we live in. Joan Marler 's "Deepening the Disciplines" section in her tome "From the Realm of the Ancestors, An Anthology in Honor of Marija Gimbutas," determined that it was during the "fourth millenniums BCE following the Kurgan Wave II, structural reorganizations have taken place across much of Southeast Europe-the geographical location of former Yugoslavia. Evidence of this comes from abandonment of 600-700 tell sites which had flourished from as rarely as the late seventh millennium BCE. The apparent cultural collapse and chaos of this period produced a Balkan 'Dark Age."[i] The Balkan "Dark Age" continues to this very day. As I walked the Bosnian forest I noted how the rings of the trees proclaim the same evidence. The kolo cannot be danced under the apocalyptic religions and catastrophic male governing entities but it can be danced under the boughs of the trees. Just like the circles in a tree, the kolo (Bosnian for circle or to dance) is the human tree ring that seeds a metaphysical female cultural reforestation.

All I have is my little knowledge of my Bosnian language, a great love of Slavic kolo folk dancing and my clinical trauma skills but most important what I bring to this work is being a female. As a female forensic psychotherapist I know there is no funding of trauma treatment let alone aid to women and children so I found in having little to give more abundance in the simplest acts manifested. The simple acts became not just my Kolo trauma treatment but also a sacred pilgrimage to the ancient Goddess sites in Europe researched by Marija Gimbutas in her book, "The Civilization of the Goddess". I noticed how the Bosnian women and I danced under the boughs of trees into a motherline archetypal movement to reforest the Mother Earth with sacred female groves. The mystical simple element of dancing in a circle under the canopy of trees with other females is that of healing. I always knew the kolo; the great round circle as the metaphor of tree rings in a sacred Goddess grove.


In the forest if one tree is cut down the intertwining roots of sister trees are ripped and torn from the soil. That ripped and rendering of female roots is what I feel in the kolo after hearing women's first person stories. When I have danced the kolo, or when I have used the kolo archetypal energies in my Bosnian trauma treatment, I have witnessed how the kolo is a 'metaphysical female cultural reforestation"[ii] with tree rings rippling outward in an undulating feminine rhythm. Identifying oneself as "American", as "African", as "French", as "Yugoslav", etc., only decimates the great stands of forests. I am feminine being, a sister of the Mother Earth clan, and female before any identification with religious groups or ethnicity. Like the decimated forests earth wide females are too dwindling in great numbers as shown with female birth statistics in Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Egypt and China. Females when in their feminine divinity through first person story, dance-kolo, art and embracing life evoke White Birch Tree councils. I experienced this White Birch Tree Council with the Bosnian women in my clinical trauma work.


Evoking the White Birch Tree Council---

At first I thought the Bosnian women from Amijca, Bosnia were walking thick birch trees with their pristine white headscarves over dark dresses creased with images resembling the bark of the trees in Bosnia. There was a hushed silence and I felt the need to bow to them as they filed into the elementary classroom in Novi Travnik, Bosnia where I was holding the February 2002 training session. I stood back to watch the Amijca women make a flowing stance into the room just like the reverence of a great stand of trees or a sacred grove.

The only times I ever felt this crackle of lighting within me was in the moments of raw unadulterated beauty that I found in my hikes and walks in nature especially the thick green forests of Bosnia. I heard the soft whispers of the birds, gurgling mountain streams and the wind whistling in the boughs of the trees as the Amijca women walked into the hall rustling their long dresses and head scarves. To witness and to hear the whispers of Mother Nature by these Amijca women more melodious then the bugles and military parades in patriarchal dead ceremonies is living and breathing female sovereignty.

I was experiencing my first female evoking of the White Birch Tree Council. The Amijca women created a great hall in the run down in the elementary classroom that had no radiant heat. The Amijca women flowed to a long sofa bench that stretched along an expanse of the kindergarten schoolroom wall we sat in a half circle before them. I realized that the bench was indeed a royal Mother Earth throne and these thick white birch trees were evoking a council. The return to female legal justice systems streamed into a waterfall depicting the Goddess Nemesis's power to readdress the patriarchal imbalance.

I knew what would be uttered by the walking stand of White Birch trees could shatter every illusion and denial I ever had left. But I wanted to hear every note that was going to be sung as if the chant was indeed a spell that birthed the roots of sacred groves. I leaned forward as we sat in the kolo tuned into their presence. One elder grandmother spoke of having no malice or hatred to the Croatians who committed the murder of 150 Muslims during an early morning call to Muslim prayer. She had a large resounding voice that was booming as she described story after story of dead grandchildren, daughters, sons, and husbands. One of the thick white birch trees-the Amijca women- simply cried and sobbed imparting the richest notes from the White Birch Tree council. We learned that she has been unable to speak since the loss of five members of her family one Bosnian morning not so long ago. Yet, she could utter the notes without manmade words of that grief so clearly that all of us were sobbing in the kolo circle.

We all grew paler and paler as we heard the verdicts from the white birch trees council. The patriarchs foddered in extinction and annihilation of the trees in the forest and the treed Slavic peoples of Amijca, Bosnia and earth wide. Demanding retribution just as Goddess Nemesis demands by being heard deeply Amijca women spoke of their visited atrocities. It was almost unbearable to listen to such notes of sorrow, pain and grief that clutch the heart and soul. I wanted to run but I found myself rooted to the very same spot I stood as they cried their songs. War crimes stamped and pounded right into their very homes (home archetypally represent the womb-that is why homes are bombed) ruthlessly. The council has us understanding that it will happen to all of us sooner or later and that it is more then likely it has presently.

In April 2002 for my Peaceful Dimensions Conference hosted by the Sumejja kolo in Novi Travnik, Bosnia evoked another White Birch Tree Council-Amijca women. About 50 of us filled the home of one of the council members. Bosnian Slav patterned cushions lined every part of the living and kitchen room. I watched these very same white birch trees flow into the room and sit cross-legged on the floor. Dressed in their Islamic attire and full pantaloons the fabric dressed on their limbs rushed silkily as a mountain steam when they poured into their sitting position. I never have witnessed such beauty and love. I tasted the salt of my tears behind my eyes right into my feminine soul. The love appeared from nowhere and flowed into every cell of my body.


Something powerful was happening right into the moment as they sung their first person stories. I knew that the Mother Earth heard their earthly cries and was evoked into the presence of the White Birch Trees councils. They spoke of the overturned verdict in the beginning of 2002 by the Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal in The Hague, The Netherlands. The Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal already reeling under massive misconduct legally and administratively, the tribunal was cunning enough to hand down a decision soon after the September 11, 2001 attack in America knowing that there would be scant attention paid because the survivors of the Amijca massacre are mostly women and children. The reality is that of most humanitarian aid agencies, United Nations and world governing entities such as Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal are a lethally united brotherhood.

Rarely is attention paid to the catastrophic verdicts found in the statistics of violence where it is blatantly evidenced that over 95% of all perpetrators are male and the victims are overwhelming female or children.
These catastrophic statistics are normal living for females. Most of the Bosnian women in the kolo trauma program declare that this work is not political, nor feminist let alone to mention the "G" word; the Goddess or gender. The earth is filled with women who do not know of their female humanity and "become the males they worship and marry." [1] Women unaware of their female humanities and divinity unconsciously collude to raze down the sacred forest groves.

The Amijca women evoking the White Birch Tree Council is this ability to have a great range of notes, voice and seeding of a virgin forest. I intuitively knew the Amijca women in this isolated village with their Croatian aggressors in their backyards experienced feminine solidarity and had synchronized bleeding cycles. Isn't this solidarity the interlacing roots found in a thick forest? I felt that the women have gone into seclusion with their blood, a catastrophic menses borne from the war crimes where their grief became a sharing divinity with each other. I felt the divinity in these two White Birch Tree Council sessions and kolos.


Women across the face of the Mother Earth evoke the council with their sharing and women hearing their first person story feel how the artificial patriarchal justice systems will crumble before the female justice and natural laws. The evoking of White Birch Tree Council with women from Afghanistan, China, Korea, an India, Pakistan, a Thailand, a Tibet, Sri Lanka, South African, Central and South American along with Europe, Russia would be the single most sweeping feminine reforestation ever manifested in the herstory of Mother Earth. I hear the Mother Earth's notes of grief, sorrow and pain in the wars, violence, floods, earth shakes, volcanoes, droughts and great famines across her body. I hear the notes in each first person story. I hear the notes in each small act done with great love. I hear the notes in the kolo. Do you?

I invite you to attend one of the annual Bosnian Conferences held in Novi Travnik, Bosnia to hold White Birch Tree Council with these Bosnian women and me. Any donation and funding to these peoples will help remember them and not give away their memories, which is our memories, isn’t it?

Danica

If you are interested in attending, contact me at: danica_kolo@yahoo.com . Or, go to the Conference page.


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