"The Fairy Congress" – June 26, 2014

2014-6-26

The Books of Fae

2014-6-26 – "The Fairy Congress"

"… At long last, the Path leads me to the Fairy Congress. Many times have I heard of this gathering, deep in the northern Green of Cascadia, where many come to be the harmony between the human and faerie realms…."

At long last, the Path leads me to the Fairy Congress. Many times have I heard of this gathering, deep in the northern Green of Cascadia, where many come to be the harmony between the human and faerie realms.

In my capacity as an ambassador of guardian of the realms, it is my honour, riding with the beloved Adi Shakti and Maia Dendity into the realms ….

Entering the Congress

We arrive, pulling into the space. Soon after, I witness a group of Fire Deva in humanoid fire, dancing, yet another entry into the postcards from faerie.

The Panatars

I saw her then, in that moment, in her myth, for all things are simply this, a play of light upon the curtain of the world.

Invoking the Brighthome

We must find a place to invoke the Brighthome and have shelter. As it happens, Tre appears, flush within his service to the Green, and offers counsel. He tells us of a location atop the hillside overlooking the festival. An eagle’s gaze upon the world.

Adrienne and I create the perch there, the high vantage on the movement of the people within the sacred valley below. It feels fitting, made from the substance of our shared stories.

Once the foundation for the Brighthome has been laid, I walk to the edge of the overhang to see for myself the skywise view of the land. I am not disappointed as a glyph comes into focus, the natural expression of the deva loci herself, the spirit of the land that oversees it’s sanctity.

Placing my Mark

Yet while it looks simply like a board with some pins in it on the surface of the world, what it embodies in the underlands is vast, for it represents my presentation of the Mythica to the world within the kinship and my fae brethren held within a ritual of invocation that mirrors the Mythica’s high ideal.

Marigold's Bounty

Once again Marigold arrives, embodying the aka of the hearth and home for the people.

People of Faerie

Songs by the Fire

The pursuit of a good bottle of mead in the faerie realms is a sacred act. One which is approached with all the delicacy of a poem and, if necessary, the tip of a knife.

It is a perfect moment as I wander towards the fire, catching the backside angle of a seated fae and her gossamer wings illuminated in the light.

I smile. I love this so profoundly about the mortal plane. The way in which the essence of what we truly are pushes through the clouds of our consciousness. The way wings and hats, flutes and folly and all their family embody themselves through our characters on the worlds stage.

Midnight Faeries

We make our way further, exploring the star-lighted grasslands of Skaltitude, stopping here and there to resonate with each other in the space.

I saw it then so clearly. More than the deva of light and it’s crimson hovering by the fire. More than her smiling face alighted by the flames. Beneath them, in the geometries of the world. In the triangle of light between the face of the fire, the light and my love. It was a moment frozen in time, where I felt the synergy behind the scene, that Adi, the fire and the hovering deva were one and the same.

The People of Faerie

Crowds & Clouds

Honoring the Deva

To witness the assembled is so precious, a rainbow of colors, a pantheon of lords and ladies connecting the human world with the fae.

It is more than anything the colors of the thing. The timbre of reverence that sings beneath the coats and costumes.

There are always creatures of the fringe. Beings who hold their counsel in the space around spaces, watching the proceedings across the fen. Such is a beautiful moment, for as I witness the witness I see my own self more clearly, my placement in the assembled pantheon of the people.

Children of the World

Places closer to Faerie empower me greatly, shining light through the corridors of my mortal form. In such realms, things can be seen. Things that are always there, beneath the surface of the sky.

Life is always magical. Made of symbols, played by the characters of our life and legend. When we are in places of luminance and connection with the land, these things can be seen. Such was the way I encountered the rolling globe and the guardianship of the children as a living dream, the living archetypes of our own becoming.

The Angel's Walk

It is so soothing. So meaningful. A corridor of sanctuary, held by the arms of embodied angels.

It is incredibly beautiful as I get to witness a healing, orchestrated by the good people of Skaltitude. A walk of angels, where, eyes closed, one moved through a line of people, caring for them, loving on them, healing their wounds of recognition and respect …

Speaking the Mythica

It is appropriate that the first talk I give on healing the distortions on our Abundance through forgiveness such that we may step deeper into the real magical World happens at the Fairy Congress …