"Dream House of the World Changers"

2017-9-27

Led once again from the edges of the dragonspine mountain, I descend to the town of Crestone. Hungry from camping, I remember of a food bank where I encounter Afton Fleming, who invites me to the visit the Dream House of the World Changers, as sacred lodge of aspiring change makers in the desert valleyside.

Arriving at the gates, an altar of earth awaits, as I pass through the realmgate to encounter the center of the World Changers. The dream of this emergent community pushes through as seed through the mind of Gaia.

She describes the mission of the World Changers, I see the correlations. That of coming together in ritual with the medicine of the land and working to clear the self, to create change in the world by starting within. She shared that it was started as a dream lodge …

Within is a shrine to the elements with a sign above that reads “We Are All Interconnected.” A sure sign of this realm of shared emergent consciousness, that we are all coming back to the web of life and the elements of ourself to birth the new paradigms.

The portal of the rainbow opens on a drive past the Dream Weavers Sanctuary.

Heading to the trade center, I encounter Star Chema, medicine woman and emissary of hemp, bees and sacred water. Here, I see her daughter Rhianna for the first time since the Hanuman Temple in 2015, before I went to Tribal Vision.

“I just returned from a ceremony in the mountains, where I had a vision of us as stars, each connected by a grand constellation.” Star shares with me.

The totem of the bee is felt, a common theme whenever Star appears in the Field. She was currently working with the land to bring hemp, mushroom and bees as a regenerative solution. Sensing our emergent hive mind, I reply, “We are all connected, led to these vortexes to gather the codes of the New Earth and pollinate them out across the planet.”

Heading to the nearby town of Saguache with Afton, a mysterious man gifts her a photograph of a bee, a perfect sign of our shared unfoldment.

“I saw this as a place for us to activate our gifts. For people to become empowered to be the change.” says Yash Akasha, the founder of World Changers, whose center I found myself at in the middle of the desert. A man of music as well, he had just returned from a journey to South America, returning with wares of which I obtained the handwoven alpaca wool djedi cloak.

We shared ceremony together, and did elemental breathwork in the freezing cold, purifying ourselves to be vessels for spirit and the shift.

My passage across the leylines brings me back once again to where this all started. Near the Desert Oasis and the rainbow serpent shrine, I see the dusk illuminate these lands as I pass on Homestead Road the other way to find a small apartment to work out of until the events of Zen Awakening.

I’ve come full circle, yet this has been a redemption, the patterns clearer on my lens of perception. I’ve shifted octaves on the rainbow bridge.

2017-10-22

Leaving the World Changers for a small apartment in the valley near Homestead Rd, I prepare for my journey to Zen Awakening, where I will meet Peter Fae on his route from Bali, the Isle of the Gods. We had been in confluence working on the Mythica spell, and he had described to me the weaving of aka-threads that play out as the sigil of our story.

As I rode into town, I had a sense of projecting my intention into the weaving of a sigil in the Akasha, sensing that within an expansion in the space. I held the tone of abundance with gratitude for the manifestation already happening, grounding that in as the nature of the magic.

Coming into town, I encounter Anthony Benton, with who I share in conversation on the magic. As we spoke of our spellcraft and work with sigils and intention, the aka of magickians in fellowship flowed through the space, the same tone of the roundtable we had shared at the House of the Dragon with Lady Faust. The totem of the Lion arose within the shared space, as images of ancient egypt flowed across my mind’s eye, Anthony’s story being one of a journey across the leylines of the Pyramids to Glastonbury, anchoring the crystal codes into the realms of Faerie.

During the Day of the Dead, I encounter Chances R Good at the Elephant Cloud, calling in the medicinal spirits of the fractaline divinity through music and word.