Jaclyn, the Akashic Angel, arrives in the tiny temple, joining Peter for an opening into the Mythica and what he’s showing through the Academy, such as the Akasha. A resonance is radiant through the space. Its perfect that another aspect of this kind of consciousness would show up now in the field.
I follow threads of inspiration to streamline the marketing. Soon after, Peter invites me to come to a full moon ceremony.
I’m a bit frazzled from working the lightning of the internet, so I go out to ground, flowing into movement and breath, drawing on the sanctity of the Aina.
Leaving with them, we pass thorugh the jungleside down the road as Peter gives faerie lymrics.
Within the field comes up the threads around boundaries and standing in one’s power through Jaclyn’s path and recent events at the Mandala Gardens.
Arriving to the place, Peter says, referring to Mike, “Its a castle. Makes sense, its in his impressions in the Akasha, playing out through the surface manifestation.”
Here, those very threads from earlier come to the surface in my own path, as I encounter a person that I had not expected to see. An unresolved tension arises within from our last interaction, centered around consent and assertion. Such is the divine mirroring that we track as the physics of the Quest.
I ask what I am meant to do, while breathing through my inner tension with continuous ho’oponopono. I just listen and stand present, considering my approach. I enter the home with Peter to see who else is present, unsure of the domain.
Within, the space is open and calm. I encounter Andrew once again, sorting his mycelium offerings, sharing his journey of going deeper with the mushroom kindgom and the power of these types of ceremonies for healing and connection with the divine.
All across my journey deeper into the magical world, the mushroom deva has been a powerful ally for awakening perception and clearing impressions.
Soon after, I encounter Wim Dass, bearing the shirt in honor of the Mother Earth. He immediately recognizes the holiness of my mission, bowing to the shared gravity of the mycelium that brought us together.
He arraigns in the synchrony in front of a tapestry of the Goddess illuminated by the light. How appropriate, I think to myself with a smile as I witness him.
As I see Mike, and see the unfoldment of the space being set up, I realize this is his place of stewardship. I admire the aura of his kingship and feel the nobility of his intent to hold space for the healing ceremony.
Encountering the person who I had a tension with, who I will leave anonymous, I respectfully approach, intending to clear and have more mutual understanding to have more of an opening before going into a shared medicine space. Honestly, without mutual understanding, I wouldn’t feel comfortable to go into the space. I didn’t plan this, unknowing of our encounter. It was planned by Spirit.
From my side, we were unable to see eye to eye, as I didn’t feel properly regarded in understanding my boundary, nor met in my modes of engagement, and felt jarred by his assertions of correction that were not welcome. Therefor, I held my ground and reasserted the position of my boundaries, along with being authentic as to how this agitated me.
He attributed this being “my ego” and that I am in resistance, not willing to learn the lesson of surrender. This is the same repeated ripple that came up at the Wynden Keep between Peter and another of the kings, along with the same as my last interaction with this same character. Yet, when I felt into my own inner compass, it didn’t resonate as being the fullness of my lesson, rather that it has to do with standing in my truth and being authentic, not just giving over immediately into a soft peaceful state.
No matter what, it still serves me to surrender to what is, yet there is a gravity of what is authentic and appropriate for one’s evolution. It isn’t my truth to just relegate that to “ego”, wielded in certain way, can be disregarding someone’s entire sense of self and where they are coming from for some sense of detachment that may not be authentic in the moment. For me, authenticity trumps scripture.
What felt appropriate was to stand in the way that I wish to be regarded and present my modes of engagements, while being quick and clear with my boundaries. This set off a feedback loop between us, in which he kept asserting and I kept saying no, that resulted in me being asked to leave.
Whereas he was just approaching from what felt aligned with his own guidance, and I was having a resistance. So there isn’t the feeling of reception. On reflection, this is either side of a ‘yin and yang’ dynamic that is seeking balance on either side, and there is a pinging back and forth of not feeling met in either mode of engagement. I didn’t fully see this til Peter reflected.
Invoking a deep ho’oponopono, grateful to the reminder of Peter Fae present, I actually said, “Please forgive me, for my portion of this, of what I share with this aspect of my Self.” Working through immense frustration and feelings of being unmet, I walked through the nightfall, slightly drizzling at the edges of the jungle. I kept bringing it back inside, taking responsibility and forgiving, to clear my side.
Rage boiled within me. Old patterns of masculine dominance, of wanting to “one up”, or use my powers in a way to “teach a lesson”, flashed across my mind’s eye. I kept reaffirming personal responsibility while holding their face in my mind’s eye, forgiving them as my own self. Knowing that I am processing my portion of a collective distortion around assertion and reception, also called the masculine and feminine.
Past lifetimes of kingship and conflict flickered across my mind, sensing those threads in the Akasha. Childhood events of not being heard, of people dominating one another, all came up. A quality of imperiousness, and wanting to establish. I am always learning, and have my side of the healing.
I’m not perfect. But also I see the valiance in holding the line, while learning a temperance in mutual engagement and also the flexibility of surrender. I did the best I could. I had to charge the line with what I had at the time. Anything else would have been disauthentic and felt like bypassing.
The quality of “you’re not being a real man” came up, directed towards a sense of fragility in me. I thought this was interesting, as stepping up and doing the difficult thing was me approaching this being directly and speaking my truth. It would have been much easier in certain ways to just avoid or say nothing, but I did the more challenging thing for my growth, which was to approach head on.
Returning to the temple, I watch some of a movie set in ancient China that is about a conflict over a Dragon Taming Rod, which has the power dismantle the Emperor’s throne. Felt the relevance, of this particular story arriving in the field of the Akasha. It felt like this classic struggle between the balancing of the Yin and the Yang.
In the morning, I invoke further clearing, continuing to bring it back to the self and take responsibility. Maria stops by and drops off the Goddess statue, which I recognize as a sign on the path.
Soon after I see KeKoa, arriving to finish up the earthworks.
We share a resonance as he shares with me of his relationship with the stones and subtle intelligences of the earth, relating that his necklace represents the sharing of abundance. The silver the free flow, and the gold the bigger investments. More than ever, I see his Avatar arriving as the embodiment of key groundings in the earthplane. Such as his understanding of the World Tree and the Akasha, bringing more light to what we are bringing to the Planet. The arrival of his fellowship is such a proof of the physics of the Quest, that we arrive in each others path in right form to facilitate our shared evolution.
I share with him my journey through Crestone, encountering the magi and priestesses anchoring the grid of the New Earth and setting the tone for the Centers of Light. Of all possible contexts in the Akasha, I arrived to that embodiment of the World Tree, it says something about the nature of Story, the structure of our self and why things happen.
He really feels it. “You encounter such magical people and circumstance because you are that magic.” He says with a smile, “Its all a reflection. Ever since I was a child I’ve been encountering these characters.”
I shared with him what happened the night before, and he reflects with understanding. “It must be showing up for a reason on your path.”
“That’s the truth.” That’s the Physics of the Quest. As I clear, the channels open and I integrate my side of the lesson. To both receive and to stand my ground, to release resistance and surrender while being aligned with my sense of integrity.
More than ever, I witness how deeply Kekoa listens, and the wisdom with which he reflects, the grounding of him as a root of the Tree. I deeply appreciate and bow to this quality, seeing him as this very expression of consciousness showing up on my path with Purpose.
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