2019-2-20

Keep It Pono

2019 – A New Earth Rising

February 2019

Resonant Witnesses

The Mycelial Misalignment of the Masculine

Blessons at the Bay

Inspiration opens to create a spotlight video for the world of the Mythica and our stories. Heading outside I encounter Mahdav, a fellow pilgrim and sacred alchemist of the medicines of the land.

“We were feeling opening with more of a collective witnessing, honoring the Awakening.”

“That makes sense. You get to show the pearls, but you are the string that brings them together.”

I really appreciate my relationship with Mahdav in the conversations that we share. He reminds me of facets of my own self, qualities such as devotion, authenticity, spiritual practice and relationship with the sacred elements of Gaia.

“You and I both know what it’s like to be on the ground level or we have to have trust and faith and we will be provided for.“ he says.

“It’s true,” I say, “The place where we have to clear and align with that which is larger.”

“It’s a fine line not all have treaded, one that gives us understanding having gone through it. Where we see the synchronicities and miracles open up in right timing.“

“It’s the thing that only can come through direct experience,” I say.

“And such is a deep treasure. When we experience something for ourselves it lives on within us. It has a different vibration and you can just really feel.”

“We both share this. Navigating by the resonance and authenticity of our inner compass, that virtue and listening.”

“And we feel that alignment with a higher calling, the transcends conditions and small things.”

“Absolutely. We value direct experience.”

“It’s either a lesson or a blessing.”

“A Blesson.” I said with a smile, I looking him at the corner of my eye as we part ways.

Oracles of the Moon

Returning to the Paia Bay Cafe, I witness the goddesses gathered, Valia and Serena, sharing their voice as a sacred offering. They give a divination of the moon cycle, a time to release what no longer serves and reclaim our truest expression.

Sitting down, I vibe with a brother there named Tiki, noticing the fractal attire.

I share with him of the adventure, how appropriate it is to arrive as a witness within the context of journaling the awakening.

“It’s beautiful,” I say, “to see us all as waves within the larger movement.”

“Completely.” He smiles with a knowing, replying casually, “We are all fractals, microcosms of the macro. There is no separation.”

Returning to camp, to the sanctity of my tent held in the bosom of the Aina, in junglebrush of Mandala Gardens, I bask in the radiance of the moonlight.

A sense of satisfaction washes over me, a full circle of the original intention dropping deeper into form, of witnessing and incanting the Story.

Intent to train, cultivate my life force and align with nature, I opened to receive the subtle sensuality of the elements, in breath, movement and mind synchronized.

The ritual of life….

Kekoa arrives to man the dragon of the earth plow, laying the sacred lines for the water that feeds our temple. He brings a powerful key, gracefully describing the World Tree as the neural network of the Akasha, the subtle roots that subtly connect us and interweave to form the material plane out of infinite possibilities of the Field.

“Abundance is about Access. Heaven is Here, but we must be able to perceive and thus receive it.” Peter says to me, as I feel the wind sweep through the Aina.