In The Return, Adrain Chesser and Timothy White Eagle have collaborated to lead us on a mystical journey into contemporary “back to the land” communities. With an evocative combination of color portraits and landscapes paired with White Eagle’s poetry and prose, the two have created a mighty picture of how things once were and, perhaps, could be again. With more and more people realizing that modern life is inherently flawed, wasteful, and hollow, we sincerely hope this project will serve as a touchstone to those interested in living differently.
—The Editors

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Hardcover, 9 X 10.75 In. / 144 Pgs / 72 Color
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For the First People, domination of the natural world was an unknown concept. When Europeans came, their power was undeniable, and their ideas of domination and God directly contradicted the First People’s ideals. The European attitudes toward the indigenous world felt literally monstrous to the First People.

With the European triumph, vital aspects of the rich culture of the First People were lost. Some important threads of indigenous wisdom survived through verbal tradition, songs, stories, and rituals. A few Elders held these and passed on to new generations ancient ideas and prophecies for the future.

For the First People, domination of the natural world was an unknown concept.

Now a growing number of people are looking for a harmony they find lacking in contemporary life. Many people hear a thread or two of indigenous wisdom and find it appealing. Only a few explore the ideals in depth. And fewer still consider the primal step of living in an ancient way.

The subjects in The Return are predominately not indigenous. Most carry European ancestry, and most come in one form or another from the disenfranchised margins of mainstream America. Most are poor, some are queer, some are transgender, some are hermits, and some are politically radical. All believe that major shifts are needed in the way modern society interacts with the natural world. These willing pioneers are stepping off into uncertain terrain, searching for something lost generations ago.

In their search, they struggle to be released from old ways of being. Cars, soda pop, cell phones, and cigarettes follow them. Convenience has a magnetic power. Addictions, cravings, and desires are hard to break. These pioneers seek a new way in the world while still learning to let go of the old. These are uncommon heroes shedding layer by layer the learned domestication of the dominator culture.

These willing pioneers are stepping off into uncertain terrain, searching for something lost generations ago.

The world was once a wild garden. The First People would tell us that our human role was, and is, to tend the Garden without intrusion. To value all things in the web of life equally, remembering first that all things are related. To live and eat and love without dominion.

What these heroes seek is a physical thing: a rich, sustaining landscape and a balanced interaction with all of nature. It is a change in the human heart they seek–in their own hearts and in the hearts of the world. Equal exchange is freedom from dominion and brings with it a different kind of power–the power of balance, of giving back as much as, or more than, you take.

These new heroes are on a journey, like ancient heroes on a mythic quest, discovering that the greatest adventure is finding the way to return home. For them, home is a wild garden: an ideal, a way of life, a return to what once was. The wild garden is a place the human soul knows. Every person has ancestors who lived in that wild garden; it is a universal thing we share.

<em>The Initiation</em> by Amara Snakeroot Hollowbones

I light my wild dreams and seeds on fire inside myself

May they grow strong and cared for

I initiate myself

Seed bearer

Wild one

Earth healer

Earth speaker

Earth dreamer

May my purpose and path become clear

May I walk in strength, full of knowing

Fulfilling my purpose here

May I hold myself and others gently and with patience

May I continue to decolonize and rewild and grieve and heal

And sing and sing and sing

May I hear the calling

May I allow myself to be summoned

May I walk with strength, empowered

May I allow myself to be me

May I listen to earth’s call

May I continue to earth’s call

May I know my place in the universe

May I remember I am loved and needed and incredible

May I know and trust myself

May I feel love and support all around me

May I hold myself in so much care

May I offer myself enough rest and support

To feel able to be called into action

May I be resilient in change and challenge

And weather the storms like a wildfire

—Amara Snakeroot Hollowbones

<em>The First Lesson</em>

We are standing in the camas prairie at dusk with Finisia; she teaches the story of this land. Lying beneath our feet is the work of countless Bannock and Shoshone grandmothers who planted and harvested camas and breadroot for thousands of years. Each harvest, a positive interaction with the plants, giving the seeds back into the earth, year after year, has turned this vast prairie into a rich garden of food.

Each year they would come at midsummer, the flowers all gone to seed, and the earth dry and hard. Simply digging for food earlier in the year would have been much easier. The earth still soft and damp, the roots would come up with ease but there would be no seeds.

We are here now to give back more than we take. We are learning the life cycle and when to harvest the roots: after the seeds are dry and ready to be planted. We struggle with the dry earth, we dig a narrow hole, we pull up a chunk of earth, the clod studded with breadroot and camas. With an easy gesture we pull the dry seeds from the plant top and drop them back into the hole. We collect the roots and tamp the soil back down. A simple action, an ancient prayer: “May there be food for the generations to come.” Those roots are our supper and those roots are the legacy of all the grandmothers that planted before.

In the distance a freeway rumbles, trucks filled with food and things and people in cars moving on their way. We stand alone on the prairie; it is dark night now. The sound of the ancient quiet wild and the hum of modern humanity mix. Finisia sits with the patience of an old man, waiting for heroes to follow her into the wild.

<em>Begin to Unspin</em>

Long ago a new thing came onto the land. In the beginning it looked like a new kind of people. But as the First People watched, they became certain that it was really a monster, and they gave it the name Heart Eater Monster. Heart Eater Monster ate everything in its path. It killed all the animals it could. It ripped the Mother Earth wide open and dug inside her. The First People had never seen a thing like this before. It cut through forests. It seemed to be constantly hungry and constantly growing. Wave after wave of the Monster came upon the land. Heart Eater Monster got so big it took control. It told the First People where to live and how to be. Soon few animals remained. The people were scared and hungry.

The People went to the Elders and asked, “What should we do?” The Elders held a great council; for four days they remained in the lodge.

They came out with a message from Spirit.

“This Heart Eater Monster is too big and powerful for us to conquer now. We must wait and watch. We must learn its magic. Watch closely what it does and how it works. You must learn how it spins so that you can one day un-spin what it has done. There will come a time when the Heart Eater Monster has eaten too much. It will become too big and too fat, and it will stumble and fall. And that will be the time of the un-spinning. At that time, use what you have witnessed. Reverse the magic of the monster. Un-spin the Monster.

The people have been watching and waiting. And some say the time of the un-spinning is now.

<em>The Return</em>

the Garden will go untended for seven generations it will be close to death a new tribe will arise

a Rainbow tribe

the in-betweens

the dispossessed

and the heroic youth

will be the first to walk this path

this tribe and others will begin the Un-Spinning

it will take seven generations for the Return to be made complete

it will be a struggle for those who cling to what once was

strength will find those who embrace what will be

each generation will leave a layer behind

each generation will be given a gift

and so it will be until the people and the Garden are once again wild and free


As we gain at least a small understanding of what it is to live in true harmony with the earth that sustained the human race for so long, we feel the Spirit presence in our work guiding our hands. Treating all life as equal and finding ways of creating and preserving space for nature’s true diversity is a radical act that chips away at the concrete and asphalt of the industrial
monoculture that has come to define much of life on the planet in the last century; and it lets us breathe an air of renewed possibilities.


<em>Salmon Song</em> by JP Hartsong

Swim salmon

there’s shining salal

in the bright morning sun

Keep swimming salmon it won’t be too long

till the monsters are gone

—J. P. Hartsong

<em>The Place of Dropping Off and Dying</em>

Once there was a wild garden

In the Garden the People were free

and they fed the Garden as they fed themselves

Monster who eats everything

came and one by one

taught the People how to eat BIG

and how to be hungry

the People became so hungry and ate so BIG

they forgot about feeding the Garden

Monster pointed to the west

and the People followed Monster

toward the place of dropping off and dying

They walked and walked and walked

along the way they ate BIG

they were locusts in the field

one by one the People came to the western shore

they looked around

Monster was gone

and it was just the People now

It was dark night

In front of them wave after wave

of dead ocean

Unsure what to do next, one by one

they looked up to Grandmother Moon

and Grandmother Moon said

“Behind the mask is your answer” and she pointed to Blue Star

One by one they turned to see Blue Star

as they stared into the light

they saw the mask and waited

and waited

and waited

finally the mask opened

inside the mask one by one

the People saw themselves

they saw themselves eating BIG

they saw themselves

Locusts in the field

they saw inside themselves

the Monster who eats everything

and that vision was painful

So painful that one by one

the people fell asleep

Because being asleep was easier than seeing

the ancestors came in dreams and whispered

“It’s simple, just give back more than you take

you have creation’s power in your hands”

and all the People dreamed of planting seeds

long into the night

one by one

the people began to wake

and for the first time in a very long time

they were not hungry

And one by one they turned to face the east

and one by one they took a step away from

the place of dropping off and dying

Stepping toward the place of new beginnings

Still dark night, they walked cautiously

and one by one they saw the morning star

and one by one they saw the rising sun

The First Nation tribes of indigenous North Americans are most often described as hunter-gatherers, a term that lacks the depth and subtlety vital to understanding their complex life way.

First Nation People saw every aspect of the world—rocks, plants, animals, wind, fire, people—all as being interconnected, in balance, and everything as being filled with Spirit.

Thus, these First People were bound in duty to consider the whole in their every daily action and in consideration of the future. Across the continent, there were commonly held ideals like “Plan for the seven generations to come,” “Give back more than you take,” and “We are all related.”

These ideals became indistinguishable from the people’s way of life—a way of dynamic and positive interaction with Nature. If you took a plant from the earth, you gave back seeds. If you took an animal, you looked to take the weakest one, leaving the strongest to thrive, thereby strengthening the herd.

Over the millennia, these ways became ingrained in elaborate systems. Digging for roots would, if possible, happen later in the season after the plants had turned to seed. Digging would open a hole in the earth, and seeds were then removed from the plant top and planted back in the hole just dug. If taking roots early in the season, when the plants had no seed, there would be a negative balance. To correct the balance, the people would dig and open thin deep cracks in the earth near thriving plants, cracks where rain would collect, strengthening the existing plants. Months later, the same cracks would receive mature seeds falling from the plants, giving the seeds a better chance to survive.

Set gathering routes were developed by many tribes based on the life cycles of the natural world. The routes would follow seasonal developments and common sense through a variety of terrains, returning at the end of the gathering seasons to a base camp. These routes, circular in nature, developed over generations and became known as Hoops. A typical Hoop would pass through root, berry, and nut terrains, and the people would collect a wide variety of foods at a time when collection allowed for a positive interaction with the plants. Along the way, they would dry and prepare the food for storage. The people would return to base camp prepared for the winter ahead. In the spring the Hoop journey would begin again.

“Give back more than you take” was meant literally. It was both an ideal and a daily practice. The people had known hunger, so “May there be food for seven generations to come” was a sincere daily prayer. “We are all related” referred not only to the people but also to all things. The people were just one part of the whole, and they saw their place humbly.


Adrain Chesser

Adrain Chesser is a self-taught photographer who refined his craft and practice through a personal mentor-protégé relationship with the photographer Rosalind Solomon, and later with the photographer Debbie Fleming Caffery. His first critical success came with the body of work I have something to tell you, a personal exploration of what it meant to disclose life-altering news. In 2004 he was granted a year-long residency at the Santa Fe Art Institute. His work is part of the permanent collections of the Museum of Fine Arts Houston, the Portland Museum of Art, and the Norton Museum of Art, among others. He currently lives and works in the Pacific Northwest.

Timothy White Eagle

Timothy White Eagle is an indigenous American of mixed ancestry. His mother was White Mountain Apache and his father was of unknown origin. He was adopted and raised in rural Washington state by working-class white Mormon parents. He has a BFA from the University of Utah. He spent many years working in amateur theater, cabaret, and improvisational performance art. For the past 20 years, Timothy has been exploring and creating rituals. Studying with indigenous American, Pagan, and Haitian elders, he explored traditional forms of ceremony. He helps lead rituals around the country in a wide variety of communities. In collaboration with visual and performance artists he co-creates works that contain the conveyance of Spirit. He dances at a unique crossroads between ritual and art.

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Hardcover, 9 X 10.75 In. / 144 Pgs / 72 Color
ISBN 9780988983199