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The Call

“When you feel pain, fall into your brother’s love.” – The Faggots and Their Friends Between the Revolutions

A patch of ancient prairie grass dives deeply into the rich, dark soil, seeking sustenance from the nutrients and water it finds there. Given the right conditions, the grass thrives, sending up new shoots with the eternal circling of the wheel of the seasons. Lying unseen but active beneath the surface, the tendrils anchor the plant, storing nutrients for later use. The tendrils wrap and knot with one another as they grow.

When roots thrive, the strongest winds cannot dislodge the grass; when they become parched and undernourished, the plant withers and dies – uprooted and cast to the air with a gust of wind, returning to the soil. We are the roots.

In a small cove hugging the coastline, a fishing trawler rises and falls on stormy waves, contorting as the ocean tosses it around like an overgrown toy on a liquid trampoline. But even as the craft is violently shaken, its crew rest assured in the stability of its anchors, providing security through the solidity of the seabed.

Anchors are as old as seafaring, essential to prevent a vessel from drifting with the winds and currents. Their job is done when the waters calm and it’s time to resume the journey. Knowing when to drop anchor and when to weigh anchor is an important skill for any mariner. We are anchors.

This is a call to explore your roots and anchor yourself for three days and three nights at the eighth British Columbia Radical Faerie Camp.

There will be ritual and dance; workshops and playshops; costuming, song, play, and illumination. This is your invitation to co-create the magic, to nourish the roots, and to sharpen that which anchors you. This is the time to wrap and knot with one another as we grow.

Waiting List

We have set the number of participants this year at 90. We will keep a first-come, first-served wait list in the event we exceed that number. If we do have a waitlist, we encourage you to submit a registration application online but do not send in payment until you have been notified by the registrar that a spot has opened up.

A reminder that registrations are not complete until full paid; so the registrant portion must be paid immediately in order for the requested FFF support to be released. In the event the funds are exhausted, the registrant will be invited to pay the full cost; and if unwilling, their partial fee will be refunded.


An auction will be held at the gathering to raise money for our FFF. We can only accept cash in Canadian funds. Or click the donate button below.

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be
Yeah the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove she will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

Leonard Cohen, “Anthem”