The Vision of the Eagle

to guide in participating in the living cooperative network of 610 self-governed, self-sustaining villages on all 7 continents in the next 21 solar cycles that is ushering in 1000 years of true freedom, peace & prosperity for all.

The mission of Serpent

to guide you in shedding the past the way she sheds her skin. All at once, right NOW. And to guide you in coming home to your garden

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The mission of the Jaguar

to guide you in un-commoditizing, un-domesticating, and un-civilizing yourself while living in one (or more!) of the 610 villages, leaping into riding the waves of natural law & time and participating in regenerating your/Gaia’s garden.

The mission of the Hummingbird:

To guide you in drinking only of the nectar on this epic, and seemingly impossible journey of answering the call, saying yes to ushering in 1000 years of True Freedom, Peace & Prosperity for all.

Leadership

My name is Ingrid Huffman. I was born with the name Ingrid Lorna Boettcher, as the daughter of German Immigrants. My grandfather’s were both WWII Veterans of the German Army. My grandpa Boettcher got sent to the Russian front to fight and ended up being captured. How he walked away from the Gulag not one of us knows, but we heard the stories of how many times the family was saved from being sent to the Gulag!

My other grandpa served under General Rommel in the DAK in North Africa. My dad’s family came to America sponsored by a big farmer in Alamosa Colorado as workers for his farm. My mom’s sister married an American GI, so the family followed her to San Antonio. My mom’s family moved to Denver, CO soon after arrival in the US, and that is where my mom and dad met and got married.

When I was 6, I experienced sexual trauma at the hands of my Grandpa Boettcher, while my mother was working, and grandma was babysitting. When I spilled the beans, my mom and dad decided the extra income wasn’t worth it, and from that time forward, I was at home with my mom, and homeschooled!

I loved books, they were my magic carpet, on one of the magic carpet rides I decided I was going to be a Nurse. My dad used to tousle my hair and say “only if God wants”. Inwardly I’d say to myself “yea.. whatever” I KNEW that being an RN was my personal legend.

We moved from Colorado to Moab Utah, on 500 acres of organic farm, boarding academy of the SDA religion. That time in the desert was a big part of my personal legend,! As the years went by, we spent 2 of them on Okinawa, Utah again and then Colorado. We were Vegan from the time I was 7. By the time I was 19, my weight/wait was at 198 pounds, and I am 5’5″! I had been waiting/weighting to be old enough to leave home and follow my personal legend.

The omens took me to Georgia, Northern British Columbia, New York City, and then to live with my Grandma. This was when I really stepped into my personal legend, and living with her, in her home of love, where we ate meat, dairy products, snacks were always available as Germans eat 5 times a day, the wait/weight melted off. I was not working out or exercising like crazy!

Part of my personal legend was joining the Navy Nurse Corps, getting married, having a baby, moving to Northern British Columbia, having another baby, being a stay-at-home mom, wife of a logger, working again as an RN, there was something else.. a new treasure calling me.

The omens led us home to Colorado just in time for 9/11/01. I joined the Army Nurse Corps on March 17, 2003, the day former President Bush declared war on Iraq. December 26, 2004, was one of the hardest days of my life. That was the day I kissed my two daughters good-bye and boarded a bus.. bound for a plane.. bound for Iraq. Just before leaving for Iraq, I felt that the new treasure calling was to attend the Army’s Nurse Anesthesia program, that treasure called very loudly while I was in Iraq, and on my return stateside, I started Anesthesia school, but NOPE.. that was not my freshened personal legend. I thought 20 years in the military would would be my personal legend.. again a big NO!

The girls and I moved to Washington (2 divorces later) after the Universe made it VERY clear I was out of the Army. I was a travel nurse, and remember driving home from a small hospital in Northern Washington thinking “If I can just get 2 more shifts this week.. and every week.. I’ll be financially set.”.. immediately followed “but I’m exhausted, I don’t want to do this anymore”, and that was the first omen for my freshened personal adventure!

About the weight/wait.. all these years, I’ve maintained my weight between 125-135, without dieting, without working out. My younger daughter was in FFA, and telling me we needed a farm. So we started with 2 ducks.

The next omen was during a conversation with a disabled Marine the thought “something different needs to be done for us Veterans” crossed my mind. The 3rd omen was the thought while standing at the Nurses station “I can’t do this anymore”.

Apparently, I wasn’t giving the omens for my freshened personal legend enough attention, so the “baseball bat” arrived in the form of herniated discs in my lumbar spine along with degenerative joint disease in the vertebrae.

That got my attention and so I stepped off the Western medical system roller coaster I’d been on, and set off to find my fresh treasure/personal legend. That was in Quincy Washington in a 108 year old farmhouse on 2 acres, but the treasure was still not there. The omens led my daughter and I to Indianola, Oklahoma where we started our something different for Veterans farm- BWD Ranch.

It has been a walk of faith, the herniated discs and degenerative joint disease melted away as did the wait/weight. I have found my personal treasure/legend, and now part of my legend guiding you on your journey!

Our Heritage

We started this journey to “something different” in Eastern Washington state, on 2 acres with a 150-year-old farmhouse.

We knew we needed a bigger place, and having just claimed bankruptcy due to her PTSD, the only farm loan Ingrid Huffman would qualify for was through the Farm Service Agency (FSA).  December 4, 2014, we loaded our 16-foot budget truck, and the following morning loaded the donkeys and goats into the livestock trailer, put the ducks in their “home” in the bed of our pick-up, and headed towards Oklahoma.  Every time we stopped for gas, or a break, the ducks were talking very loudly, and people would look at us weird, or ask questions!

We made it through the mountains of Montana fine, got to Belgrade that first night, where we stopped at a rest area and slept in the trucks (Ingrid was financing this move on her VA disability income). The next morning, with at least 1 foot of snow on the ground, we started up the trucks, only the Chevy Silverado wouldn’t start!  Calling for a tow truck, revealed the need for two: one for the livestock trailer, and one for the Silverado.  We were so blessed to have a sunny day in Belgrade Montana, December 6, 2014 while we sat at the local dealership waiting to have the truck fixed!  Of course, many questions about the quacking ducks in the truck flew our way!

We spent a month in northern Colorado waiting for our place in Oklahoma to open up.  January 3, 2015 we once again loaded the 16-foot Budget truck, the donkeys, goats and ducks, and headed for Oklahoma! We were blessed to live in a very run-down house on land we thought would start the farm. We had no money to fill the propane tank, plus it leaked; we could afford to drive the 15 miles to McAlester once a month, and we made the best of it. That winter, we spent wrapped in blankets to stay warm, watching movies on our little 13-inch TV on the days we couldn’t be outside.

May 2015 happened to be a very rainy month, showing us that the property was in the floodplain, and wouldn’t be a wise investment, so the search for BWD Ranch started again. August of 2015, we attended the Chamber of Commerce Banquet, showcasing BWD Ranch, without a ranch!

November 20, 2015, we moved into our ranch. BWD Ranch.

April 2016, we hosted a TV crew from The Netherlands (Holland), and just before the November elections, we made our international debut!

We have hosted many iterations of the programs since then with Veterans experiencing success. We evolved from a non-profit, to a Co-operative that is leading the way in being agents of Co-creation of OUR more beautiful sustainable world and being the 1 & only solution for PTSD!