2019-1-1 - "Call of the Aina"

“Call of the Aina”

2019 – A New Earth Rising

Returning to the Parking Lot of the Gods in Paia, I head towards the ocean, allowing my awareness to drop into the curves of the Aina. It’s time to ground.

Along the way I see a book laying abandoned on the ground, “The Crystal and the Way of Light.” That speaks of liberation through the compassion of the buddha heart.

Potency is under foot, as I walk the pilgrims path, reflecting on my journey across the rainbow bridge, from being led to the temples of the emergent earth, and how it’s been the unfolding of the very guiding vision given all that time ago, to follow the synchronicities unceasingly and be led to a new reality.

Amidst the trees, I encounter Moses, in shared recognition of the Divine coming through. That this is the New Story, we are weaving, the scripture of our direct connection to the source of life. A communion is had, a healing of being received, seeing God in one another.

Moses shared of how he was led to the island, that years before he was a traveling monk rallying for world peace. When he arrived here he saw how heading up to the mountain of Haleakala to him represented Zion, or the bringing of the Heavens to Earth. How the rainbow tribe is coming together to fulfill the prophecy here.

January 2, 2019

Returning to Carnia, the wonderful world of living out of the car and seeing-what-may-come, a box of raw food awaits with Peter, who shares that Natural had left it with us to support the Quest. Perfect timing, as I was just getting hungry, and a pilgrims wallet can be a fickle and fluctuous thing. Many times before, we’ve had to really on the goodwill of others, on donations and the like, to continue the ministry. There’s a beauty in this, a type of “falling into the crowd”, that has to happen, where we learn another kind of trust and humility, and gives us compassion to then give when we are the position of power to do so. The magical journey always has something to teach us.

Going on the path of flowers, weaving through the green into the grey of the city, I meet with Lucinda Loves at Down to Earth. As a Goddess of Love, she has messages for me to see in the divine reflection of our relating.

A galactic resonance shimmers across the space, a reminder of the Homelands in the stars. We had last connected at the Chrysalis Temple, where we shared in the intimacy of touch in communion. A healing I was meant to have around feeling isolated, would come again to the fore, for I was not grounded in one place, but moving between many realms. Still, in acceptance, there is compassion.

Reminded of a kind offer, I take up Victoria on a place to sleep for a night. There, I share poetry as she shares from her journal. That of her story to return to the Mother, to the patient voice that wishes to stir in her music and prose.

That night, Peter and I encounter Alaya Love at Mana Foods, where we speak of witnessing the collective movement.

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We are led to an artist’s grove, where a community of musicians live. There throughout, buddhas mark the path, showing our journey into the holy lands. Peter’s friend wanted help digging a ditch, which gave us enough gas money to continue the quest.

I saw the continual appearance of the Buddha statues as a totem of equanimity and self-realization, a reflection of our own learning along the journey. Walking through the space the archetype of lovers in union also appeared, an aka of a realm I was also working with at this time.

Heading to the Parking Lot of the Gods we encounter Phaedrus, one of the gypsy clans met along the pilgrim’s path. At the cafe down the alley, we join in fellowship, sharing laughter and revelry, his fans coming out as embodiment of the gypsy winds that mark our constant changes along the journey.

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Alaya leads us through a meditation to drop the higher frequencies of love into our bodies. She sees the aspect of Merlin in Peter, as Jonah arrives carrying the codes of the djedi, as I feel us as knights of the roundtable.

At the cafe, I reflect on all the blessings, leaning back into the support of the Aina, and feeling the sun fill me as my heart opens. This is Heaven on Earth. I love this photo as you can see a rainbow on my nose, a subtle reveal of how I’m shifting my consciousness through the gratitude.

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Heading to Sip Me, a cafe further inland, I have further downloads on the gridwork of the leylines across the skin of Gaia, and how where they converge, power centers, or vortexes, arise and influence the culture. Seeds of light, ideas that are in tune with the consciousness of natural evolution push up through the soil of our minds in such places.

We bring more light into the world. We anchor in the centers and cities of light, the new paradigms of architecture and community to live in harmony with one another and nature.

Return to the Temple of Peace

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After, Peter and I have the intuition to stop by the Temple of Peace. As I approach, I reflect on such a place honoring unity in diversity, how it is a reflection of the overall shift in consciousness happening on the planet. Of all possible places we could be led in the Akasha, we are here.

Walking in, Jonah and Alaya Love are sharing their voices, of all people. This is how the synchronicity goes down. Alaya shares a beautiful story of her journey to realize the power of Love to transform our lives.

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After Madhav shares his alchemies in the inner sanctum with me, a further deepening of connecting with the community happening along the timeline.

Alaya invites me to come on a journey with her to get some raw food, and as we walk past the mural of Lemuria, I sense the realms of faerie and sacred remembrance we are in. Looking upon her, I can see the bird tribe medicine she carries, reflected in the curves of her face.

Gaze of Shiva

January 9, 2020

Led back to the Chrysalis Temple where we are granted rest along the pilgrim’s path, we share in fellowship with Danielle White. We are all sharing the processing of anger, and the various processes of taking responsibility to transform it through forgiveness, compassion, detachment and other concepts of being.

The finished live painting from the Love Tribe show hangs upon the wall. How apropos.

Offered to eat anything in the fridge, I pick up some chocolates. As we are soon to find out, they are mushroom chocolates… I was not expecting this, nor prepared, so I brace for the journey, sitting to meditate. Distortions in the field arise within the Chrysalis, around sex and power, that were shared by all those connected to this place. I could feel it viscerally in the akasha. I took responsibility for my portion of the distortion, breathing through a forgiveness.

In the moment that I come to peace and acceptance, I reach the door, and begin to hear Peter yelling, purging through shadows of rage in the shower. Confused, I sit in the car, seeking the sanctuary of the cocoon. A flurry of events happens, as I feel overwhelmed and without any control, where the priestess asks us to leave. We are now driving into the jungle, where Peter and I in a feedback loop of me asking where we are going, and him saying he’s going to tell me, as the anxiety and uncertainty over what’s happening builds in me.

He stops the car, and we get out in the middle of the jungle. He could feel my fierce resistance to God, my lack of surrender. He said as God, that I could be killed at any moment. I felt the teeth of the jungle, and he asks me to kneel upon the earth with him. At that moment he brings awareness to the tension in my form, and all these layers of sanskara start purging through me.

I yell, feeling my awareness expand into the jungle and the sky, like my higher self was looking down. That everything was leading into teaching my the Law of the Jungle, the Law of the Land.

As we get back in the car, I ask where do we go now? He replies with a smile, “It doesn’t matter. We are going to Heaven on Earth. Where-ever we arrive, there we are.”

Along the way, I had dropped my phone in the mud and was unable to find it. In the moment I had wondered how much of a grip to hold on to my mortal instrument, and in this would learn a lesson about caring about our things vs. releasing unhealthy attachments.

As we drove to the beach, it was as the modern Vedas, of god speech. There I slept that night, and healed through the pain in my neck, granting my more access to my voice, of the wu wei of surrendered action.

January 10, 2019

In the morning we meet fellow gypsies on the path, sharing of the magic of the Mythica, the witnessing of the synchronicities, and how it anchors us into that state of being.

Heading back towards the jungle, we manage to track our way back to the spot where my phone had been lost in the flurry of my ungroundedness, a lesson in how to hold on to one’s grip in the casting, and the importance of the material, of attentiveness to the equipment. It laid in a puddle of water, the sensitive part just above the surface, rendering it unharmed. A blessing, showing the support of the universe.

I was so thankful to have it back, an important instrument of communication and that I used to document the Quest, to take the photos, videos and jot my notes down. I affirmed in that moment, to become more grounded, to really take stock of and appreciate my things, seeing it as an answer to my question, that such things do matter. It’s just about our relationship with them, like our bodies. If we are too absorbed in them, we miss the point of life, but if we don’t have a grip on appreciating having them, we miss out on truly receiving and taking care of the blessing they embody for us. It’s all a matter of balance.

Heading back to Paia Bay Cafe, I encounter a gathering of the Galactic.

“He’s one of the most faerie men I know.” Victoria said, as I shared of my journey to Oregon, of Faerie Worlds and beyond, witnessing the tribes of the sacred Land.

Peter and I have a conversation about liberation, of releasing our attachment to our previous self, associated with a rigidity of holding on, and the process of allowing ourselves to shift shapes and become something new.

After, as we walk down the street in Paia, I see a picture that says “Let that shit go”, with Vishnu meditating, right above a rainbow patch. I take it as a sign, affirming my journey across the next leg of the rainbow bridge.

Names of the Lord

January 13, 2019

In the morning, we meet a ministry of Christians singing the songs of the lord, where we are led to witness and join in.

Here, Peter and I share our perspective, and I am led to go to the front to speak.

“There is many names for God. Our journey has led us all over, and we witness that there is a great tide rising, one that honors that divine essence behind all things. When we tune into that, we aren’t as focused on what makes us separate, but see that there are many ways to worship the One.”

An embrace is had, and we witness the Good Works. To me, the tradition is less important than the essence. Good hearted devotion can come in many forms, it’s the Truth expressing itself in a way that someone can understand.

Walking down to the beach, I feel the Heavens landing into the Earth, of myself embodying the gratitude and the grace of the connection to the land. That I’ve been moving towards along the journey, to walk the way of beauty to a new reality.

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Suddenly, Lucinda Loves appears, as we meet where the horizon of the ocean meets the sky, sharing of both of our journeys to forgive and clear our part in the play, recognizing there is no separation.