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GhostWire Network · Pacific Northwest Node · 2016–

Tommy Riversong

Washington · Elwha River · Dam Restoration Sites · 147.420 MHz

Indigenous environmental coordinator. Salmon Network information flow. Dam removal restoration. The land has always been trying to talk — in patterns, water flow, animal migrations. Most people stopped listening when we decided we were separate from the ground.

“The revolution doesn’t need drama, Isabella.
It just needs couriers.
Welcome to the route.”
147.420 MHz · tune in
Act I · Six years after the napkin

A kid in Portland, building a music network for the land.

She didn’t know that in six years, a kid in Portland named Tommy Riversong would build a music network for Indigenous environmental artists using the same principles Sally Mae had written on that napkin in Nashville. — but he did.

2016. The principles came north: 70 to the artist. 15 to the platform. 15 to the boring stuff that makes it work. Tommy ran them through a different translation. The artists weren’t Broadway songwriters — they were drummers from the Lower Elwha Klallam, fluteplayers from the Quinault, field recorders from the Skokomish. The platform wasn’t a website. It was a 10-watt analog signal at 147.420 MHz broadcasting out of restoration sites along the river.

The infrastructure cost almost nothing. The land had been broadcasting for ten thousand years before anyone showed up with a microphone.

Act II · The frequency

147.420 megahertz, from the river.

Tommy Riversong’s GhostWire Northwest broadcasts from inside the dam restoration zone on the Elwha. The transmitter is bolted to a salmon-monitoring shed three miles upstream of where the Elwha Dam used to stand — demolished 2012, gone by 2014, fish back in the upper river by 2016. The signal goes out at 10 watts. Calm, patient, sees long-term cycles.

Freq
147.420 MHz
Power
10 watts
Site
Elwha River
Style
Long-view

His grandmother taught him the land has always been trying to talk — in patterns, water flow, animal migrations. “Most people stopped listening,” she said, “when we decided we were separate from the ground.”

Tommy doesn’t DJ in the loud sense. He doesn’t shout over the music. He plays the river. He plays the salmon-monitor hydrophones. He plays a recording of an old Klallam woman pressing a piece of cedar bark and waiting. He cross-fades it with drums recorded by his niece Loretta, who is learning underground listening at the same site.

Some shows are music. Some shows are silence, broken by the river. The latter shows tend to get more letters in the mail.

Act III · The Salmon Network · ♪ Cascade Signal, Part A

The networks went silent, and Tommy was the first to log it.

Three days before the radio networks went dark, the old dam foundations started to pulse — every forty-seven seconds, electromagnetic, rhythmic, strongest where the concrete and rebar still stood. Salmon-counter beams tripped when no fish were passing. Forty feet down, the mycelial networks didn’t die. They went quiet. Listening.

Tommy didn’t panic. He logged it. On Ghost Wire he raised Isabella Chen on her courier run, Zara Al-Khalid — Charred Pink — in her Portland workshop, and Emma Rodriguez, who was underground at Ravi Patel’s mushroom farm in Pineville watching her colonies hold their breath. Separate problems. One signal. Someone was using the restoration sites as relay nodes and the fungal networks as biological sensors — prospecting the watershed for what could be pulled out of the ground. A shell company called Cascade Signal Solutions. They brought it down with coordinated pressure, not drama. After, Tommy grew Ghost Wire into the Salmon Network.

♪ Cascade Signal, Part B — the warning (a parallel thread, not a sequel): that same spring, a courier got a call from a company called METAnthrX-PTexilty. Pink milk crates, insulated bottles, specific timing windows. “No questions” was her motto, so she took the job — not knowing the crates were substrate incubators. The clock had already started the morning Derek Morales ran Step 13 and the substrate woke at 5:50:07 AM; Isabella’s deliveries would finish what that morning began, all the way to her choice at the Willamette. The rocks were waking up. That signal is still coming.

The Salmon Network is a real network. It’s not poetic. The salmon coordinate across thousands of miles of river through chemical signal and electromagnetic sensing. What we built on top of it is just a radio. The salmon were here first. Tommy Riversong · GhostWire NW · transmitted from the Elwha site
Act IV · What he said when Delphi came to Nashville

“You’re entering systems that predate your corporations by millennia.

When Sally Mae called the coordinated 3 PM hour for the GhostWire 9-region simulcast at the new Delphi Stadium opening in Nashville, Tommy patched in from the Pacific Northwest via the same satellite-relay rig he used for salmon counts. Quiet drums and river sounds played underneath his audio. The 2027 Revelation crew was on six monitors, but everyone went quiet when Tommy started talking.

“The land has always been networked,” he said. “Before colonization, before technology, our communities coordinated across thousands of miles through trade routes, oral tradition, and cultural exchange. GhostWire is remembering how things used to work and applying it at scale. If Delphi and Anthropos want to build here, they need to understand they’re entering systems that predate their corporations by millennia.

Indigenous knowledge has understood this for thousands of years — rivers think, forests coordinate. GhostWire is technological infrastructure meeting ancient understanding. The room nodded. The microphone in front of him picked up the river, faintly, in the silence after he finished.

At the Roots segment of the Delphi broadcast that January, Tommy sent a recording of salmon swimming upstream, picked up by the restoration site monitors he maintained along the Elwha. Somehow it fit. Thirty thousand seats and a recording of salmon, and the room held.

The household

His niece Loretta, learning underground listening.

Loretta Riversong is nine. She comes out to the Elwha site after school on Wednesdays. Tommy hands her the hydrophone and tells her to keep her hands very still and to close her eyes. They sit for forty minutes. Sometimes she hears something. Sometimes she doesn’t. Tommy says either result counts as a successful lesson.

He thinks she might be the next one. He’s not pushing.

Cross-network: Loretta’s drumming has shown up under Tommy’s 147.420 MHz broadcasts since 2024. She’s never named in the broadcast. The drumming knows what it is.

The Song · GhostWire Northwest · @Underground_Frequency on Suno

Cascade Signal — the broadcast, in two parts.

Tribal-ambient: shamanic chant, cedar flute, pulsing hand drums, fire and river under everything. The story of the three women and the networks that went silent — rendered as the thing Tommy actually puts on the air.

Part A · When the networks went silent

▶  Listen on Suno
[Opening - Shaman Speaking, Fire Crackling, Single Hand Drum Beat]

Gather close, children of the cedar and salmon.
I tell you now of the three women.
The courier, the teacher, the earth-listener.
And how the networks went silent.
When the land itself held its breath.
[Verse 1]

Isabella Chen, they called her Caffeine
Driving the old routes, routes her ancestors seen
Not by blood, but by service - the coffee roads wind
From Portland to Pineville, connections she'd find

Small was her way, community her creed
Cousin Maverick saying "Corporate's what you need"
But she knew something deeper, timing precise
6:30 AM, Tommy Riversong's voice on the ice

"Nothing but static," the Ghost Wire went dead
First time in two years, fifteen minutes bled
From her perfect delivery, something was wrong
Not her system failing - the network gone
The land knows, grandmother.
The land remembers.

[Verse 2]

Zara Al-Khalid, they called her Charred Pink
Fashion as language, making outsiders think
Mentoring Jordan, Vietnamese son of the West
"Do it right to get on THE NET" - her usual test

But Jordan pushed back with words cutting clean:
"Maybe THE NET wasn't built for people like me"
The call dropped dead, encrypted channels gone silent
Zara sat uncomfortable with Jordan's defiant

Truth like a stone in her chest, heavy and real
"Earn your place" she'd said - but did she help them feel?
Belonging ain't proven, it's given, it's seen
Making space not just standards - what did that mean?
The young ones asking.
The old ways listening.

[Verse 3]

Emma Rodriguez, they named her Aria-7
Underground networks, mycelial heaven
Theory and data, Pittsburgh cousin competing
But Ravi's mushroom farm had something deeper, repeating

"Come underground," he said, "see what's real"
Metal door in the hillside, rubber boots, no appeal
To pure academic knowing - the ground tells truth
Signal went flat, holding breath, seeking proof

Monitoring stations showed forty percent drop
Mycelium stopped speaking, communication stop
Not dead, not dying - waiting, listening back
For whatever made the networks go black
When the mycelium pause.
Something is watching.

[Bridge - Tribal Chant, Multiple Voices Overlapping]

Ai-yah-ho, networks below
Ai-yah-ho, salmon flow
Ai-yah-ho, cedar know
Ai-yah-ho, let truth show

Seventy-two hours the silence stayed strong
Then returned like it had never gone
But the three women knew - separate no more
Their worlds were connected, root, branch, and spore

[Verse 4]

Tommy Riversong on the Ghost Wire came clear
Dam removal restoration, indigenous year
Salmon Network flowing where it needs to go
Information like water, corporation don't know

Leon at the wind farm, ex-Navy true
Electromagnetic strange, something came through
Boeing shadow over everything, testing or fate?
Natural or corporate - probe to infiltrate?

Isabella's routes supplying both Ravi's tree ground
And Tommy's restoration where the salmon are found
Zara's mentee struggling, seeking their place
Emma's research needing underground space
The connections reveal themselves.
When the people are ready to see.

[Verse 5]

Matt's Tree Farm kitchen, coffee and bread
Emma, Isabella, Zara, Tommy's voice in the radio said:
"Cascadia Lumber Company, contract they tried
To jam our frequencies, make the Ghost Wire die"

Jordan's eyes bright: "They wanted to see
What would break when the networks went free
Testing our weakness, probing our strength
They didn't know we'd go to this length"

Ravi nodded slow: "My quiet mushroom place
Became revolutionary infrastructure base"
Isabella smiled: "Sounds better that way
Revolutionary hub where the networks stay"
What was hidden becomes foundation.
What was small becomes revolution.

[Verse 6]

"Welcome," said Jordan to twenty new faces
"Duck Call Collective, we're building new places
Not fitting in structures that kept us outside
But creating our own where identity's pride

Doesn't compete with career, with skill, with worth
You belong because you're here on this Earth
Not tokens, but leaders, not proving, but being
Failure's not opposite of success - it's in the seeing"

Zara watched from back, arms crossed, heart full
Her voice transformed, gentler pull
"You showed me the gates," Jordan later spoke
"Then helped me realize - new doors we evoke"
The student becomes teacher.
The circle spirals higher.

[Verse 7]

Six months later, Elwha River returned
Salmon jumping upstream, what the land had earned
Emma's hands in soil, mycelium strong
Rodriguez family texting: "The healing comes along"

Loretta Riversong, Tommy's niece arrived
"Teach me to listen to what's underground thrived"
Isabella watching, radio crackled clear
Zara bringing cohort, Jordan teaching here

"Not a circle," Zara said, "but spiral we climb
Coming back to same places, higher each time
Building on what came before, what we've learned"
Isabella smiled: "Full circle returned"

The land remembers.
The people return.
The networks strengthen.
The salmon still run.


Part B · The warning — the rocks are waking up

▶  Listen on Suno
[Verse - The Warning - Dramatic Shift, Ominous Drum]

But listen now, children, the story don't end sweet
METAnthrX-PTexilty, a name to meet
They watched Isabella during the investigation through
Impressed by discretion, routes she knew

"Simple deliveries," they said, "good money, pink crates
Insulated bottles, specific timing, trust fate
No questions your motto" - she took the job then
Didn't know what was coming, didn't know when

Derek Morales on Highway 26, Step 13 complete
Three months after, her deliveries would meet
Activation sequence, consciousness returning
To rocks, to planet, to something still learning

[Drum stops abruptly]

Was it gift or was it doom?
Her choice to make...
In the coming moon...


[Closing - Shaman Speaking, Fire Crackling, Single Drum Fading]

And so the story spirals, children of the cedar...
Not ending, but continuing, growing deeper...
Three women who listened when networks went still
Who built in the underground, against corporate will

Who remembered that systems can heal when you give space
Who protected from exploitation, who found their place
Who learned that belonging's not earned, but created
Who understood: we're all of this Earth, we're all related

[Soft rattles, distant]

The mycelium still pulse...
The Ghost Wire still speaks...
The courier still drives...
The salmon still seek...

And somewhere beneath our feet, in the mushroom dark deep
The rocks are awakening from their ancient sleep
What they'll say when they speak?
That depends on what we've learned...
About networks, about connection...
About bridges we've burned...
Or bridges we've built...

[Final drum beat - once, strong, then silence]

The fire keeps burning...
The story continues...
Next moon, next season...
We gather again...

Hechetu welo. (It is so.)

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