“Neon Isis”

“…After leaving the Haven of Ravens in the fall of 2003, I make my way to the Earthdance gathering, there to encounter Coyote Highway once more and the priestess Gentle Doe  …”

While living at Shangri-Lafayette in the guardianship of the Great Oak, I continued to move through the western coastlines of the Americas, finding my way to  gathering places, festivals where the energy felt more free and transformative, where the magic was flush.

Earthdance marked the first time I deeply saw the emanations of the Mythica through the surface plane, where the totemic sculpture of the Millennial Gaia granted to me by the wizard Oberon Zell would serve as a beacon for like-minded individuals walking the subtle roads of the magical World.

The Gorilla King

Once again I encounter the Old God that peers at me behind the eyes of Mitch Boxwell, our Paths intersecting in the sacred gathering of the Earthdance.

He leads me towards a corpse of trees, where his roadship is docked, holding space for a gathering of avatars of the festival realms. Here, the deva energies of Story, Song and Dance are flush. It is the Good family, the rainbow family. It is here I first encounter the elfin beauty of Rebecca Kinelski, a natural priestess whose sacred essence embodies that of the gentle doe …

Though I do not know it at the time, the connection with this priestess would soon lead me to the mountains of Lake Tahoe, where I would discover the Academy of the Ancient Arts and devote myself to the study of the magic ….

As I approach the campsite, a vision comes to me of gods and goddesses, and the RV shifts before my eyes, visioning as a great ship, an ancient craft that merely seems a certain way on the surface of the world.  It fades a moment later, as I become entranced by one of the ladies,  a bright vision named Rebecca with whom I have immediate resonance.

Her magic is palatable and royal, flush with femininity and strength. Like myself she came from the Eastern coasts of New York and New Jersey, and was both quick-witted and beautiful to behold.

There’s a palatable energy inside the space …

The Light of Isis

It was at the Earthdance festival that I would experience a vast opening into the worlds beneath the world, the lens of my perspective shifted to open in adoration of Divinity in motion.

Here, I would meet the priestess Gentle Doe and witness photos of her in illuminate transformation, feeling the textures of Isis moving through her form.  Where the veil of perception between the mundane and mystical versions of our embodiment crumbled, and the Universe affirmed my intuition that we were the modern versions of something greater.  Something more constant than what things appeared to be on the surface.

It was the quality of light.  The energies that moved through her inspiring my fingers as they worked the camera.  I felt my heart opening, and with that, my vision, shifting across the octaves, seeing the deeper aspect of that which was always there.  The song beneath her skin.

Here, opened by the ecstasy of silver, I could feel the energies moving beneath her, my fingers dancing across the settings of the camera in intuitive response.  Such was an initiation for me, deeper into what would become Postcards from Faerie and eventually the Into the Mythica platform,  revealing the light and legend beneath what we appeared to be.

It was a definitive level-up. A shift in my clarity regarding the gift of lightning and my witnessing of the events upon my path. To arrive in such alchemy with her was a thing of instant and deep magic, a willingness to explore the space that would turn out to be part of something far larger awaiting in the coming days.

As we moved between the shifting lights in the space I felt the edges of her form dissolve, falling away like leaves in an hourglass, the layers of who she was and could be becoming clearer and clearer in the space. It was a fugue, a magic of opening, our shared light blending and dancing beneath the moonlight and the background of a DJ set.

The inspiration moved me, my fingers dancing on the dials of my camera, the energies of my body reading and listening to the light beneath the light beneath the light, watching us unfolding together in a moment of inspired art, her outer form dissolving into a primal pattern, a language of light that lay beneath the surface of her skin.

The Mirrors of Me

I step into one of them, a series of mirrors reflecting my image back to myself, words of potency emblazoned above amidst a hail of sacred symbols.

There was a sanctity to this. A sense of the symbols of the World and their transcendence that played out for me across the underlands. I was wearing a shirt that had somehow migrated from Vogel’s inventory into mine that showed a pair of dice as I remembered the Einstein phrase, “God does not play dice with the cosmos”.

Even then, there was a sense of implicate pattern. Dimly held, my gaze constantly shifting around it’s nature, yet there. A sense of the mirrors, the symbols and the self.

“Journeying We Are Abundant” it says, reflecting my impetus to travel across the realms of what in time will become the mission of the Mythica.

Once more united with the Chocolate Faery, we make our way through the art installations of Earthdance, recognizing them as the manifest reflection of our shamanic adventure. I step into one of them, a series of mirrors reflecting my image back to myself, words of potency emblazoned above amidst a hail of sacred symbols.

There is a significance to the synchronicity of meeting with the dancer again, a sense that we stand within a portal of many mirrors and worlds, connected by colors far deeper than our shared time in the Garden Island.  While I cannot discern it fully, the feeling of being connected radiates from within the space.

“Journeying We Are Abundant” it says, reflecting my inertia of travel across the realms of what in time will become the mission of the Mythica.

Something about it felt good. Aligned. A way to heal the splinters through the act of my journey.

The Cleansing Waters

There is something deeply holy that I sense within her. A tone of devotion that sings through her dancing that both mirrors my own and goes into a deep watery place that is unfamiliar to me.

There was something so soothing, so cooling about connecting with the Water. With feeling the energies of the natural World, like those in Kauai.

And I feel it.  I feel it so deeply, the touch of the Goddess, moving through my form.  Softening me.

A vision comes to me as I look at him.  A sense that this, our nakedness by the Water, is the essence.  The pure pristinity of being human.

After the time in the water, I find my way back onto the roads, stopping for a moment to snap a photo of a headline upon a bus that feels to reflect where I am on the journey.

Characters Appearing

Ayah Buonaugurio

Mitch Boxwell

Rebecca Kinelski

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