It is a rainy day as we work intensely on the Mythica, refining the architecture with the blessing of the internet connection we have here in the tiny temple. Beneath the surface, Yeshua and I feel constant pressure as to presenting the site and getting the marketing out such that we may ground out the temple and pay the $1600 of rent to the good people of Mandala Farms.
We do our best to maintain our inner asana, constantly holding back the anxious imagining that we may be homeless once more with no vehicle in the rain with invocations of intentional gratitude and manifestor consciousness.
It isn’t easy. The pressure within is extreme. A medley of anger and unrequited Love, of feeling unreceived. Recognizing these as impressions within the bodymind that affect the flow of mana, I continue to invoke the akasha yoga, working on the subconscious patterns as best I can, considering what more I have to forgive, where such patterns lay within my own body, and how to resolve them so as to change our outer expression.
As I am doing this, I feel a resonance outside with Kekoa, working hard digging up Earth with Grousbane, his mechanical dragon.
There is deep brotherhood with Kekoa. I am continually impressed by his celestial nature, his awareness of the Mythica that lay beneath the surface of the World.
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