2021-4-28 – Zen Fest West – Misty Mountain
2021-4-28 – Zen Fest West – Misty Mountain
Zen Fest West
2021 – The Valleys of Grass
2021-4-22
Completing the jaunt across America along the routes of the World Tree with Peter Fae, we arrive on the coasts of California once again at the crossroads of space and time. Having left the Wizard’s Cottage in Clearwater, Florida, it’s been quite an adventure traveling deeper into the Mythica, the real magical world.
Dropping the rental car off, the train will take us nearer our destination to make it up the Misty Mountain for Zen Fest West, a more intimate iteration of the community spell Zen Awakening that Niekko first cast in Florida.
Things are much deeper than they appear on the surface. In the Mythica, as we made our way through the deserts of Yang, upon the lands of the west that reflected that, we were in the realms of the divine masculine, we had pulled tarot cards of Swords at a cafe. It was a state of refinement and fellowship, where we were able to share our journey into Wealth.
As we neared the resolution of that crucible we arrived to the gardens of Yin, the Greenlands of Grace in which we would be received and soothed by the intimacy of community we’ve so desired. Freedom is on the wind, as we look towards our destination.
This is the ongoing divination in the documentation, that we would arrive to this nexus of stories. The Akashic Compass of our internal guidance system leading us along the string of synchronicities.
We found ourselves at the crossroads… the place between places. Oft we pilgrims find ourselves at such junctions of the world.
We are dropped off in a town not far from the mountain. The sherpa brings us up the hillside, over winding dirt roads up into the mists of Avalon, stopping to let me pick mass amounts of avocados and grapefruits. How appropriate that the dense fog would mark our descent into the netherworlds, the shadows and resolutions of the Unknown.
“The Great Work is to make the Unconscious Conscious.” – Carolyn Elliott.
As we set up camp, wading our way through the dense haze we discover the Labyrinth of Forgiveness.
Brother Niekko Chin greets us at the entrance of Artmosphere, offering us the solace and sanctuary of the shed to store our things and another tent to withstand the cold and rain.
He has always been there for us when the fellowship was much needed, whether it be when we first met him in Sedona in 2016 at the sacred springs, or how he first introduced us to Zen Awakening in the fields of Florida, when we encountered him in the realms of conscious community in Encinitas, Niekko is a major character and magician supporting the Awakening through his service.
The Starlight Market
Wandering onward we discover the market, a nexus point of conscious goods guarded by the Nomad Apothecary, where we encountered Johnny, a fellow alchemist of the Great Work.
Their white wolf dog appears, a Familiar all too familiar, that had been a major connection point between Peter and my timlines when I was first led to him through lady Krystleyez in Crestone. Turns out Johnny is living at the same land as King Leif, who had granted sanctuary to Peter and the great wolf North before they had left for Crestone in 2016. They currently reside there at the sanctuary with their other wolf companions, a bastion of that shared song to return to the Wilds, within and without.
We gather as fellow knights of the roundtable, the myth of the Grail passing through the field. Sharing a witnessing of the starlight market, a nexus of emergent goods and service at Zen Fest West, we see ourselves pollinating the codes of the awakening within this hive.
As I wander further, I discover further facets of the landscape… a dreamcatcher of stars, the crystal skull at the NEST…
Part of the sacred market, Totality Kitchen acted as a bastion of nourishment amidst the wilds. Yatri appears, light adorning his crown, whom I hadn’t seen since our last encounter at Blissville in the Valley Center Vortex. He invites us to come to One Love Fest, my first earshot of it.
The Middle Earth stage unveils, as the violet lighting illuminates the mists of avalon. I am drawn in the djedi flow to share my dance magicks upon the stage, weaving and wielding the flush energies in the heart of the sacred land. An invocation of Flow.
It was a dark night, cold and wet. I managed to burrito myself in the sleeping bag to stay warm, yet the longing had followed. A desire for the intimacy and depth, where I felt my very grasping related to that which was blocking me from receiving. It was a time to work the Solve et Coagula.
Here Comes the Sun
In the morning I hear rustling outside, rising to meet the goddess Venessa, who I had met the previous night. A synchrony that she would choose the spot right by me to camp, unbeknownst to either of us. We dropped into the space together, feeling the sacred breath of the forest, the sounds of the birds, sharing in the tones of the Green.
I recognized her as an emissary of the divine feminine, the gentle and the juicy of Shakti. We shared in the awareness, feeling the textures of the Web of Life flowing through us, in the interconnectedness of Nature that we are all a part of. Expansion flowed through the field, as we spoke of the movement towards sustainability.
Signs dotted the path, common to the realms of Zen Awakening and the transformational festivals.
They are the spell-work pushing to the surface, the intention to remind us of the mystical worlds. Those of the stories are but archetypical emanations of something real, something that exists in our lives when we can learn to see its pattern…
Cassandra O’Conner arrives, a friend of Peter’s whom would speak in distance while we were in Florida. We spoke in the NEST of the emergent village and of our journey back to the land.
With Johnny and Pagoda we greet the sun, as I was thankful to their service of fellowship and tea that both warmed the spirit during the fogs of the unknown.
Sitting at the tea table with a group of priestesses, I pull a card from Thoth Tarot, the 3 of Wands, Virtue. The trinity of the fire element, the spark of creation finds three fold balance in stead-fast virtue. In that moment, the energy clears and intimacy starts to appear.
“You’ve gone through an initiation,” one of the priestesses says to me.
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The galactic goddess expresses through many forms, one sight appearing as I head towards the Middle Earth Stage.
Visionary Culture continuous to unveil the many expressions of Shakti, the remembrance of that aspect within the Self, of the Divine Feminine Rising.
On the path I run into star family, where Trinity was just expressing about the Mythica. “We were just talking about it, right when you walked up!” They looked in amazement.
“That’s how the magic goes down.” I gazed into the Mythica, into the realms of subtle energy beneath the surface, sensing the shared radiance in the field.
For we are adventurers of the rainbow, making our way to a new paradigm.
Perfect that this art would appear in the string of synchronicities…
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For this is the Physics of the Quest. As we travel along our Rainbow Road, we encounter the sacred mirror of our world. The reflections appear in perfect timing, to show us the hues and colors of our own inner rainbow. The archetypes and subtle energies that play out in our outer world, through the signs and characters along our path. As Within, So Without.
Ritual Weavers
I discover a booth deep in the wonderwalk, where I arrive with Peter both in our demi-god fae expressions. Nature Dreamweaver appears in his royal purple, fellowship shimmering across the ethers. He invites us to a NEST overlooking the valley for a sunset gathering.
It is here, I first meet Priestess of the Goddess, Petra, bearing the sigil of the holy trinity.
I ask her about the chain across her face, for a divination of its meaning, as she immediately shifts into repose.
“The chain is the golden thread that links us. We are Ritual Adornments, get it?” She says with a wise smile.
I sense the tones of the Magdalene in the ethers. Appropriate, that the trinity would show up, for when the divine masculine and feminine come into union, the holy child is begotten. The Alchemical Conception of Creation, the myths are meta-phors of manifestation.
“I didn’t say it like that before,” she said surprised, “the divination just came through when you asked.”
“It’s appropriate,” I respond Knowing, “for my sacred function is to show the golden thread. Both of ours,” looking to Peter.
“Really?!”
“Yes! We are witnesses of the awakening, tracking the thread of synchronicity to show the Story.”
She offers me a reading from the Goddess Oracle, as I recognize we are in that realm.
Isolt, bears a golden cloak adorned by a crown of stars, as what looks like an ocean flows down the river of her center. She is surrounded by a blanket of flowers.
Reminds me of how I’ve felt that I’m in a relationship with the Goddess of Love, beyond the transience of the forms Shakti takes…
Sunset Nestimony
We all head down to the NEST, where the tribe circles up.
Here, I first witness Cheryl Joleen in the clarified expression of her magic, guiding the people into the invocation of Heaven on Earth through the embodiment practices.
I appreciated her fierce grace, how Shakti came through her. The womb wisdom, tying breath to light through the tabernacle of awareness. Remembering that we are the Temple. Watch her workshop here:
Joy blossoms when we remember who we really are, each sacred mirrors for that truth to be revealed.
Inconspicuous comes out to share his music, blessing our way into the setting of the sun.
May we all dream of our way home, north bound on our compass to the angelic nature that we are. Crystal code carriers here to steward the birth of the new earth.
I see the NEST then in the realms of the Mythica as a portal, a spell of communion, a living altar that acts as a wayshrine into the depths of Gaia, revealing the interwoven nature of our roots and branches in the Tree of Life.
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Returning to the Inner Outer Temple, on the way to play my set, I’m offered a Ritual Adornment by Amy. The amethyst and tiger’s eye immediately calls to me, that of Sight and Power balanced.
As I dawn the golden thread, I feel the flow throughout the hypersigil of my style. A mystical inventory that could only have arrived through the gifts that came unscripted on my journey along the rainbow bridge.
Full Moon Magick
The gathering comes to fruition on the apex of the full moon, the ritual completing in relation to the cycles of the natural world. I approach her, mama Luna, kissed by the branches under a blanket of clouds atop the dark night.
The energy is strange, as I walk the way of the wyrd, the sense of being between worlds where the previous is just dissolving and the new is yet to form.
It was here I encountered prince Jaron once again, a fellow weaver who had last been seen at the NEST. He had helped Nature Dreamweaver to bring it together, sharing his tale of the dead tree nearby that was to be chopped down. Yet, when he went to use the chain saw, it malfunctioned multiple times. The will of nature is much larger…
It was interesting when he reappeared wearing the mask of fidelity that was gifted to me by the Goddess of Light in St Petersburg, that had disappeared last night during the dance.
Trinity arrives within the scene, as it becomes us three in the field. Divining to go on an adventure deeper into the sacred land, she offers us to venture up the mountainside to share in the mushroom medicine.
She embodied a softness and grace, the feminine balance to the masculine. The Water to the Fire, yin to the yang.
Before we head on, I look down to see the sign of the Sacred Arts, a reflection of the realms we find ourselves within.
Together we journey up the hillside, sharing in conversation between Jaron and I on the holographic nature of reality. There, we sat by the stones like in old times, feeling the mycelia, the sacredness of the land and the fresh breath of forest. It was another scene amidst the raggae and electronic music down below, that had shifted from the subtler tones of Satsang and the deep bass galactic flow of David Starfire. It was peaceful.
We were led to spark a fire, which was at the heart of the gather, where our aspects came out, mirrored in the flickering flame. God telling stories to One Self, through our unique expressions. Later, I wondered back there, at the brink before dawn, in the twilight hours of the window of witches, where the bards of the rainbow had gathered to share in song and story, and to weave our networks to create the New Paradigm. We sang together of being from the Pleadies, and of hopping on the starship.
There, I had a deep healing around being received, and met brother Aladriel, who I shared magic with. He helped activate the Avatar State in me, as I felt us standing there as Apostles, with the visceral understanding of the Field and how to work with the sacred geometries and subtle energies that make up our manifest reality. It was a deeply mystical moment of Remembrance. As he hugged me, we breathed the energy out and it completely cleared me.
Soon after, I was helping another brother with a healing. As I held him I saw the many lives from the past we had shared, related to this confluence of Star Family. He began to shake and cry as my guides said to just hold him in the hug, and as I was led to clear the energy down to the earth he came down to the ground and released something that had been burdening him for what I could tell was a long time. After that, we with two of the brothers came together and I led us in long OMs, that I felt myself merging into the Oneness. The Christ Heart.
After, everyone went to bed, and I stayed up till the dawn, going out into the mists that stretched over the hills of the greenlands, a scene akin to ancient Avalon. I sang of the emerging Aeon, after this transmission.
Spent, I head to the barn to flip the bed over and crash for a couple hours before Nature Dreamweaver would give us a ride onward from the Misty Mountain to my first visit to Grass Valley.
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Cher Jolyne Johnny Godfuel Nate Hogen Niekko Chin Peter Fae Petra Lalita
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