One of the greatest revelations about the underlands of the Mythica happened in 2010, a few months after I had walked the faerie roads with McLain and the Yanderling.
It was Summer, and I had just encountered the Beloved festival for the first time, finding my way after the event to the western coastline of Oregon with the Mythmaker. The festival had been fantastically magical, and we were restoring our energies, planning and divining the new adventures that lay on our shared horizons.
I had plans to retrieve North from the Holiday Kennels that held space for him while I went to the festivals, and eventually said my goodbye to the circus clan and made my way eastward, back towards the nexus of the Emerald City where the kennels were located, passing through a small towne called ‘Florence’ along the way. There, I sensed a vibration, an energy drawing me forward towards an outpost called ‘The Alpha-Bit Cafe’ for a spot of lunch …
continue to relentlessly track my way across the realms of the Mythica proving the principle that we are living in the halo of our own substance. That when we are made of particular vibrations, we will encounter others of that frequency on the roads of synchronicity. That through our embodiment, we navigate the pathways of the lands beneath the land.
The Alpha-Bit Cafe
The book was deeply meaningful to me, occurring across my awareness as a reflection of what I was moving through, mapping my way across the underlands of the Mythica.
As I move my gaze across the space it falls upon a book with the title ‘Maps of the Imagination – The Writer as Cartographer’. A divination comes to mind, that what I am doing is that very thing, using my writing to document the journey across the mythical world.
(regarding the elf) – There’s a quality that people have. That which identifies them as what they are being. A certain “something”.
This girl had it. I sensed the forest in her, the elvish and lighted realms. It was an immediate sense of recognition, and it opened the space between.
I told her of my wolf, and my Quest to travel deeper into Faerie. She tells me of a place, deep within the nearby Deadwood forest, that I may resonate with.
The Alpha Farm
Eager to continue my explorations of the Mythica, I get the address and head back to the Holiday Kennels for my wolf.
Seeing the sign was the key. I could feel the resonances within it, the subtle energies of the deva. Here I saw WHY I had been led to the cannery by the elf, ever-deeper into the synchrony of moments which defines the experience of Faerie.
She proclaims herself a ‘pagan anthropologist’, a thing I find fascinating and resonant with my own journeys deeper into the Mythica …
McNutt takes us on a journey through the land, explaining the nature of place as he calls it, showing us the gridwork of altars and sacred spaces they have worked out with the deva.
It is beautiful to walk through such a place! To see the Law of Reflection in action, bringing me to places that equal my own vibration. All around me, I can feel the presence of the deva. The natural intelligence of the land, communicating with me. Soothing the energies within with the reminder of the primal Worlds.
The Three Selves
The Sacred Fire
Witnessing the physics beneath the Quest
A huge sense of accomplishment filled me in this place. A sense that I was peering into the underlying physics of the material world. By arriving at Livingwell, I was in the proof of the concept, that one would encounter the vibrational landscape of their own self along their timeline.
At it’s core, magic is about the elements. About one’s relationship with the Nature within and without. I had a sense of the assembled cast of characters as we gathered around the fire, each radiating for me with their own unique mysticism, their own aspect and definition. Here I saw the actual denizens of the realms of Faerie, appearing in the proper form, weaving together amongst the Green and the Grass.
The Shadow of Trust
Over time, Livingwell will become a place for my greatest lessons. A borderland between the faerie realm of my essence and the resolving distortions in the field of our shared unfoldment. It is here that I face the ripple of the right use of sexual energy and witness the infidelity of given words in a crucible of detachment and right-action. Here, I come to see the distortion in the realms of our shared rainbow.
It was as simple as a decision. A voice from my intuition that I did not regard, where my explorations into the idea of “polyamory” had disastrous consequences, revealing the underlying patterns in the substance of the World.
Divining the Stars
This was so amazing. To have my fortune, the shape of my self read by the seer while sitting in a borderland of Faerie herself was the essence of the Mythica. Living the authentic mystical life, finding the worlds of wonder along the underlands of our vibration. As I listened to his divination as to my astrological arrangement, I felt us in the mythos itself – the tale of the fae adventurer across the many realms of the Creation sharing the treasures gained along the Quest with the people.