“Heart of Faerie”
2018 – “The Magicians”
On Raven’s Wings
DIscovering the Realm
THE MARKETPLACE – MEETINGS IN FAERIE
Such is the nature of realms. Of the many realities that hang on the branches of the World Tree. Where the confluences of many octaves of light come together, opening a window of remembrance in what has been, what is, and what could be.
The Opening Ceremony
Spinning the Circle
Closing the Circle
I wander outside, feeling the energies of the land guiding me, moving me to the events I am to witness. As I make my way forward, I run into Raven, fluttering her wings in the closure of the opening ritual.
Voices of the Land
Meetings by the Water
“You’re the princess” I say, feeling the energies of her aspect beneath the surface.
Fooble & the Firemaker
It continues to amaze me, the way in which our avatars find themselves across the landscapes of the realms. Where the moments of our interaction express the scenes of our lives. Such is so clear to me here, in the luminous realms of Faerieworlds where the lights of love and the land meet.
The way the Firemaker breathes life into the land is a great thing. Powerful in it’s simplicity and made potent by the authenticity of his regard.
The Yogas of Story
It’s significant to run into avatars of the kundalini arts here in Faerie, it’s presence reflecting the structure of my own consciousness. I feel the threads of it beneath the surface, expressing itself through the duo, and consider how the yogas of old relate to what I am creating.
My shape shifts in accordance, my words and manner speaking from the tone and texture of the yogas, as I feel myself become a reflection of our shared mythos.
Wandering the Faerie Market
I love these places. Places where the people allow themselves to become. Where the rigidity of identity becomes a stroke of paint across the planes.
Ladies of the Moon
As the energies of the mushroom deva were received by my consciousness, I felt my world shift, the horizon of my awareness deepening into the Song of the World, the underpainting of colors which wove the worlds into being.
Here, I felt the confluence, the synchrony of the fungus and the Moon, of the ocean of conditions which defined Faerieworlds and Her inhabitants.
The Journey Underground
I have always found the relationship between my state of being and the way in which the photos paint themselves into form a beautiful look into the nature of magic. Into the synchronicities by which the photo arrives. Such is the basis of my Postcards from Faerie, using the photos to triangulate my position in the underlands of the Mythica.
In this capacity I witness a photo of Jordan, animatedly speaking with one of the visiting fae at the side of his bar, his face illuminated by the shine of the lights.
The Worlds beneath the World
How I love the sacred medicine. The ways in which the mushroom-deva open me, shifting my shape deeper into the Prime World … I commune with the energies of the Water and the Light, feeling the harmonies, the expression of the akasha across the imagery of the surface plane, speaking to me of the Heart of Faerie in blues and bright.
Dancing the Wind and Woodlands
Enhanced by communion with the mushroom deva, the dancing is fine and majestic, thick with awareness of the elementals who define the forest around us and our relationship within the space.
Healing through the Market
After the dancing, we make our way through the Faerie Market, encountering one of our allies on the way.
She is tired. Exhausted from effort. I can feel tightness and discomfort throughout her form. Asking to others to leave me here, I proceed to engage my gift of healing with her, led by Spirit to give service …
Realms of Benjamin Pixie
I had not seen the Beekeeper for some years now, since we first met in the fields of Skaltitude during the Fairy Congress in 2014.
The air of raw sexuality in the space is almost overwhelming, playing across my senses in oceans of musk. I can feel the movements of the people, their sweat and sweetness, the alchemies within the honey and more, filling the space with an atmosphere of thick potential.
Stories for Mead
At last, in this moment, I see the invocation of what I called the “Ford Prefect” spell. The manifestation of a reality where I, in my capacity as a mystical journalist, am granted drinks at the bar in exchange for a good write-up.
Signs at the Signpost
“You’re looking for the Grail” he says, deep in the understanding of the primary elements that make up my Quest.
“Yes.” I replied. “I achieved both the Sword and the Wand, on the journeys across the realms. As we speak, we move ever-closer to the Coin and the Cup, the goodness and grace of Love and right-relationship.
I had achieved the Sword. Of the discernment and the clarity, the ability to draw the line between things. I had gone beyond the cutting edge to the mirror that shows one’s face to one’s self in it’s various aspects.
The Wand had come to me in it’s manner in the teachings of the Academy, the hard-won understanding of spellcraft and the elements in order to forge the weaving that was into the Mythica’s expression in the Worlds.
We were deeply on the quest for the Coin. For the balance of material and spiritual abundance, the treasure of easement through right-relationship with the self and the Land in service.
Yet within all of this, most integral to the understanding of the heroic landscape was the fifth element. That of Space. Of the numinous fields of the Akasha and the web of our synchronicity in the World Tree.
Characters Appearing
Joshua Elliot
Kelly Miller-Lopez
Jesse Wynden
Raven Wynden
Satysha Wynden
Ayeden Wynden
Noah McLain
Marla McLain
Fox Firemaker
Jordan Mackay
Jeff Behrends
Ingrid Edstrom
Wotan
