"Academy's End" – November 12, 2009

2009-11-14

It saddens me to leave, but I have no choice. There is too much of an impasse between my self and my now-former teacher. The way cannot be opened, and I cannot compromise my integrity. And so, I walk onwards, leaving the Academy behind on my quest deeper Into the Mythica.

It is difficult, and disheartening, and I feel a great sense of loss. Yet in this I recognize a larger movement, a sense that I have gained what I needed to gain from these faerie mountains. That my sense of the landscapes of legend, the divination into the mythos of my life, is moving onto it's next stop on the Quest.

Thanking the Rainbow Wizard

A rainbow blesses my gaze, a sign of good fortune on the journey as I prepare to leave.

After collecting all my belongings and organizing them at Wizard Pilcic’s, I make my way out to the ranch, where Berta Jo has kindly kept my roadship many times before. This leaves me prepared to journey onwards, ready to make the great sacrifice of my library to lighten my load along the way.

The Story Sacrifice

Led to leave the Academy, I sell my beloved collection of comic book lore to a temple of Story called ‘Zephyr Books’ in the city of Reno, knowing that the vibrational radiance of my magic has made these particular novels potent. While moving through the store, feeling the ambient mana of mythos through the pages, a vision comes me, of a flower sending off it’s pollen through the story-streams of the World.

”May these find their way to a true believer” I say, feeling the weave of the Mythica moving across the space, rendering the books into artifacts of Opening.

As always, the reflections from the field inform my decisions. A zephyr is the name for an air elemental, whose very essences is the wind and the movement of information. Like the many locations I have arrived at on the Quest, I move towards it’s divinatory resonance, basing my decisions on what feels most resonant with my lens of perspective.

The Shoe Tree

As I leave the Academy, I encounter further evidence of the archetypical landscape of the Mythica, arriving in perfect synchronicities across the canvas of the World.

I gaze upon the length and breadth of the tree, adorned from hundreds of pairs of shoes of all size and shapes, hanging like leaves across it’s branches.

Heading southwest along the Sideway Highways, I encounter the Shoe Tree on the Quest, filled with hundreds of shoes from travelers along the Path. Recognizing this as the manifest reflection of my manifest journey into a new reality, I sacrifice a pair of shoes to the Tree, honouring the initiation into a new realm of being